"There's no need to take me away."
Gao Ming's wound was torn open. He leaned on the deer's back, with blood patterns flowing on his body, almost like some kind of spiritual treasure emerging.
The rosy clouds within his body had been completely dispelled, and every inch of Gao Ming's skin was occupied by the Blood City tattoo; he seemed genuinely merged with Blood City.
"How will I ever go out again? A whole body of blood-red tattoos, I guess nobody but ghost house actors would dare to hire me now." Gao Ming was constantly shifting his focus because as soon as he stopped thinking, his consciousness would be dragged into the Blood City tattoo, as though the boundless Bloody City was really being "revived" on his body, full of bleak death photos and terrifying shadows everywhere!
The faces of the dead stared coldly at him from the photos, with shadows left by fierce ghosts who had lost their souls passing through him, and every building was covered in blood.
