"The one who should be running for his life is Gao Ming, right?" When Situ An heard the name "Gao Ming," his expression underwent a subtle change.
"Are you scared?" Gao Yun, who seemed to have only one expression forever, slowly revealed a faint smile on his face, "I never thought there would be someone in this city whom you fear. This is not like you, Situ An."
"You talk more since you left Hande Private Academy," Situ An took a step forward. With a backward grasp, he tugged at the chains on his body and called out to the headless clay sculpture, "Future God, I agree to all your demands. I am willing to be your follower. Come! Make my body your Shenkan (shrine)!"
The will of the headless clay sculpture was not in the underground parking garage, and it seemed that Situ An knew this, which was why he dared to invite the possession of the deity so recklessly.
