"What's past is unchangeable and hence scarred, and although the future seems hopeless, it is still yet to come..." Shen Tian pondered as he looked at Gao Ming on the surveillance screen, harboring a conjecture about countering the erosion of the Future God, yet he dared not to try it.
In fact, if one were rational, one would never attempt it, and even if one did, they couldn't do it as naturally as Gao Ming did.
"Boss, did you notice anything?" Cleaver Man, looking fierce at first glance but actually meticulous and deeply trusted by Shen Tian, asked.
Lowering his voice, Shen Tian casually said, "Perhaps Gao Ming sees the same images as us, and he is not troubled by the future."
"Impossible; who can embrace a three-meter-tall Big Ghost and nibble on it? Their eyes are almost threading together—could it be that Gao Ming has a ghost fetish?" Cleaver Man felt he was twisted enough but was surprised to find someone even more brutal.
