The surge of Gao Mings had caused some changes in the artist Gao Ming's mentality. He just wanted to leave, take everything Gao Ming had, and become the only Gao Ming.
"How did you find me?" asked the artist Gao Ming, slowly withdrawing his hand that was pinching the clay sculpture and protecting it in his embrace.
"We are one and the same, connected by blood, and we can even hear each other's heartbeats. Of course, we won't let you face the danger alone," said the kind-hearted Gao Ming, whose manner of speaking was very pleasant.
The room in the middle of the first floor's corridor was so cramped with Gao Mings that it was practically impossible for the artist Gao Ming to exit.
Sweeping his gaze over each Gao Ming's face, the artist had a glimpse of the diversity among the Gao Mings. The vast majority posed no threat, but there were a few that made him feel uneasy.
