Chapter 322 Causing Disaster

Gao Ming suddenly turned hostile, 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 sank into the shadow world. It didn't matter how to use the power of ghosts and gods there, but this place had not been assimilated by the shadow world and was still in reality. If they were discovered by fate, it would bring disaster and bad luck to both sides.

The mirror exploded, and Gao Ming's face was reflected on each fragment. In just a few breaths, Gao Ming's broken face began to fade.

"Do you want to bring disaster?" A hoarse and unfamiliar male voice came from the depths of the mirror. At a certain 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 the disaster?"

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

The smell of meat filled the air, and the place where Gao Ming stood began to rapidly turn into flesh and blood, and the resentful house unfolded. Gao Ming wanted to swallow the whole building.

There are many ways to deal with abnormal events. Finding the problem and resolving the cause and effect is one way, killing the ghosts in the abnormal events is another way, and Gao Ming's choice is to create a bigger abnormal event to swallow everything.

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

The flesh-and-blood tentacles drilled into the mirror, and the chains, like blood vessels, pierced through the memories of the people that the faceless clay sculpture had painstakingly collected.

Gao Ming was really too unscrupulous. He didn't seem like a pure good person. He didn't carefully protect the memories of the people and wouldn't tie his own hands and feet at all; he didn't seem like a bad person, after all, he turned against the clay sculpture for just a few living people.

The faceless clay sculpture considered many situations, but he never thought that Gao Ming would take action directly. Frankly speaking, he didn't want much, just hoped that Gao Ming would not disturb him. If his believers could kill the people chosen by Gao Ming, then these communities would be his territory in the future.

But for such a "simple" request, the other party would actually overturn the table.

"The god of flesh and blood was blinded, idiot, you will pay for it." The faces hanging in the mirror shattered and disappeared, and the faceless ghosts stole memories and beliefs through various means, which were plundered by the flesh and blood ghosts.

Watching the accumulated beliefs being destroyed, the faceless clay sculpture finally couldn't stand it anymore. Even if it was discovered by fate and brought bad luck, it would fight back.

In a hidden corner of the community, cracks appeared on a clay sculpture, and the thick death that had turned into substance seeped out from the cracks of the clay sculpture.

The insects hiding in the hut were killed instantly and turned into dried corpses. The weeds around the house began to wither from the roots. This is a power that is completely unrealistic. They come from outside the dream and from the shadows.

"It's been a long time since I felt the gentle caress of the wind. Although I know this is a dream, maybe living in this dream is also a good choice..."

When the death flowed out of the clay sculpture and dripped onto the real ground, dark clouds suddenly began to gather above the power supply family compound. The originally gentle night wind became harsh, and the shadows began to boil like boiling water.

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

The voice of prayer sounded in the clay sculpture. Everyone was making a wish to the gods. Their hopes contained a special power, which was exactly what the evil ghosts needed.

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

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

"Are you not hiding anymore?" Gao Ming couldn't deal with all the clay sculptures in the Black Lake at the same time, but he was sure of a one-on-one.

"You really won't cry until you see the coffin." The faceless clay sculpture hasn't felt angry for a long time. "Gods" never get angry easily, because their anger must be borne by someone. Once they fail to deal with the person who angered them, it means the collapse of faith, because the biggest difference between "God" and people is that "God" should be "omnipotent".

The hatred on his face is like an unsolvable knot. Under the wanton washing, it seems to have life and wriggles. Slowly, the face becomes the same as the death of the flesh and blood ghost.

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 covered with the faces of believers.

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

The body continued to grow, and the eight arms smashed the flesh-and-blood activity room. The faceless clay sculpture turned into another flesh-and-blood ghost god. It only grew the four-phase face, but it was full of death, which just matched the death of the flesh-and-blood fairy.

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

"You only stole one face of the flesh-and-blood fairy? It seems that you can't imitate everything." If you are late, Gao Ming is not ready to fight with the other party. His usual style is to find the right opportunity and fight to the death.

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

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

The feeling of uneasiness lingered in his 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.

"The blood and flesh alienation is not 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 the gazes of twelve people at that time, while the faceless clay sculpture tried its best, and the attraction of the guillotine of fate only attracted the gaze of one person.

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?"