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Gao Ming suddenly turned against him, which was completely different from what the faceless clay sculpture had expected. How could a "god" do anything for just a few living people?

The back building of Lishan Hospital has sunk into the shadow world. It doesn't matter how you use the power of ghosts and gods there, but this place has not been assimilated by the shadow world and is still in reality. If they are discovered by fate, it will bring disaster and disaster to both parties. Ominous.

The mirror exploded, and every fragment reflected Gao Ming's face. In just a few breaths, the color of Gao Ming's broken face began to fade away.

"Do you want to cause disaster?" A hoarse and unfamiliar man's voice came from the depths of the mirror. For a moment, Gao Ming seemed to see countless different faces. This seemed to be the voice of the faceless clay sculpture itself.

"What are you afraid of? Aren't we a disaster?"

Gao Ming's fingertips pierced his skin, and eight arms engraved with divine patterns stretched out from his back, like eight evil dragons smashing into the mirror.

The aroma of meat overflowed, and the place where Gao Ming stood began to turn flesh and blood rapidly. The House of Resentment spread out, and Gao Ming wanted to swallow the whole building.

There are many ways to deal with abnormal events. One way is to find out the problem and resolve the cause and effect. Another is to kill the ghost in the abnormal event. The most fatal choice is to create a bigger abnormal event to swallow everything up.

If only the abnormalities created by Gao Ming are left in the world, then this world has become a normal world, at least for Gao Ming himself.

Tentacles made of flesh penetrated into the mirror, and the chains were like blood vessels that penetrated the public memories painstakingly collected by the faceless clay sculptures.

Gao Ming is really too unscrupulous. He doesn't look like a pure good guy who doesn't carefully protect people's memories and doesn't tie his own hands at all. He doesn't look like a bad guy either. After all, he just follows a few living people. The clay sculpture turned upside down.

Faceless Clay Sculpture considered many situations, but he never thought that Gao Ming would take action directly. Frankly speaking, he didn't want much, he just hoped that Gao Ming wouldn't bother him. If his followers could kill the person Gao Ming chose, , then these communities will be his territory in the future.

But even with such a "simple" request, the other party actually flipped the table.

"The gods in flesh and blood were blindfolded. You fools, you will definitely pay the price for this." The human faces hanging in the mirror shattered and disappeared. The faceless ghosts and gods stole memories and beliefs through various means and stole them in flesh and blood. Ghosts and gods plundered wildly.

Seeing the faith he had accumulated being destroyed, the faceless clay sculpture finally couldn't bear it any longer. Even if it is discovered by fate and brings bad luck, it will still fight back.

In a secret corner of the community, a crack appeared on a clay sculpture. It was as thick as ink, and the death intention that had turned into substance seeped out from the cracks in the clay sculpture.

The bugs hiding in the hut were killed instantly and turned into withered corpses. The weeds around the house began to wither from the roots. This is a force that does not belong to reality at all. They come from outside the dream and from the shadows.

"I haven't felt the caress of the wind for a long time. Although I know this is a dream, maybe living in this dream is also a good choice..."

When the death flow flowed out of the clay sculpture and dripped on the real ground, dark clouds suddenly began to gather above the power supply family's courtyard. The originally gentle night wind became biting, and the shadows began to boil like boiling water.

"Gao Ming, you are right. We are a disaster to Hanhai, but we were also destroyed by disasters in the past."

The voice of prayer sounded in the clay sculptures, and everyone was making wishes to the gods. Their wishes contained a special power, and that was exactly what the evil spirits needed.

The flesh-and-blood activity room was enveloped by a force, and the broken face in the mirror fragments slowly pieced together. It had no facial features, only twisted hatred and pain on its face.

Under the constant oppression of flesh and blood ghosts and gods, the true body of the faceless clay sculpture finally appeared.

"Aren't you going to hide?" Gao Ming couldn't deal with all the clay sculptures in the black lake at the same time, but he was still confident about one-on-one.

"You really can't shed tears until you see the coffin." The faceless clay sculpture has not had the emotion of anger for a long time. "Gods" never get angry easily, because their anger must be borne by someone. Once the problem that angers them is not solved, Man, that is the collapse of faith, because the biggest difference between "God" and man is that "God" should be "omnipotent".

The hatred on his face was like a knot that could not be untied. Under the wanton washing, it seemed to be alive and wriggling. Slowly, the face became the same as the dead look of flesh and blood ghosts and gods.

Containing death and not afraid of fate, the faceless ghost roared, and thick arms grew out of its thin back. Those arms were not engraved with divine patterns, but were covered with the faces of believers.

The ability of the faceless clay sculpture seems to be imitation. It can use faith and will to recreate the terrifying ghosts and gods it has seen.

The body continued to grow, and its eight arms smashed the flesh-and-blood activity room. The faceless clay sculpture turned into another flesh-and-blood ghost and god. It only had the face of Si Xiang, but it was full of death, which happened to be the same as the flesh-and-blood fairy. The death matches.

The two behemoths collided together, the shadows surged like waves, and the night sky seemed to be torn apart.

"You only stole one face of the Flesh Immortal? It seems that you can't imitate everything." Chi Zesheng changed. Gao Ming was not prepared to fight with the opponent. His usual style was to find the right opportunity to do it to death. .

Opening the door of the torture room, Gao Ming grabbed the chains in his hands. The flesh-and-blood ghosts and gods understood it, and the eight arms locked the faceless ghosts and gods tightly.

The chains were dragged, the instruments of torture collided with each other, and the guillotine of fate was slowly raised.

The feeling of uneasiness lingered in the heart. The faceless clay sculpture felt fear for the first time since its body was destroyed. It looked at the torture house.

In the vast sea shrouded by fate, Gao Ming and the Blood and Flesh Immortal made a weapon specifically for killing fate.

"Isn't the blood and flesh alienation your resentment house? This room full of torture instruments is your resentment house!" The faceless clay sculpture noticed it a little too late, and chains were wrapped around its body.

Drag it back madly!

Holding the guillotine of fate in his hand, Gao Ming and the Blood and Flesh Immortal made the same action, but just when Gao Ming was about to force the faceless clay sculpture into the torture house, the faceless clay sculpture was full of death like boiling water poured into a hot oil pan, exploding in all directions.

It seemed that it wanted to actively attract the attention of fate. Instead of being swallowed by Gao Ming, it would be better to drag Gao Ming to die together.

"If you don't follow the rules of fate, you can't escape!"

The strong death intention and shadow intertwined together, forming a world phantom that continued to spread.

Deep in the boundless black fog, a pair of scarlet eyes slowly opened, staring at Gao Ming and the faceless clay sculpture.

Gao Ming felt familiar with this scene. He had also seen it on Afang, but Afang, as the remaining will of the shadow world, attracted twelve gazes at that time, while the faceless clay sculpture tried its best, and with the attraction of the fate guillotine, it only attracted one gaze.

The black room was surging, Gao Ming gritted his teeth and wanted to forcibly drag the faceless clay sculpture into the torture room. He also raised his head for the first time and looked into that gaze.

In the depths of the black fog, in the blood city, that gaze seemed to represent all the rules of the ghost story.

"He is fate? Is the fate of everyone in the vast sea determined by that gaze?"