"Kill yourself, offer yourself as a sacrifice..."
Gao Ming picked up a photo of Jing Tashen from the grave, mourning daily, giving the deceased Bu Sha's soul a place to return to, he was no longer a homeless orphan.
Patiently feeling it, like Xia Yang's frenzied paintings, some kind of power still lingered on Bu Sha's memorial photo.
Gao Ming tried to extract it, that power seemed like chaotic lines, filled with confusion and death.
"This is another path."
Following the address provided by Xuan Wen, Gao Ming went to each candidate's residence again, using the power of the Blood City Lord to observe, he easily found the threads of fate entangled around those candidates.
Unlike the threads of fate normal people have, these fellows' threads were all in disarray, artificially disrupted.
