"Gao Ming, I used to admire you. I saw my past self in you," the Corpse Puppet's mouth opened and closed, very strange: "But after knowing all your secrets, I've realized I thought too highly of you. You've died so many times, started over so many times, and only now have you come before me, imprisoning me in a way that's not at all safe."
Gazing indifferently at the Corpse Puppet, Gao Ming didn't interrupt, letting the other party continue speaking. He was trying to judge something—whether it was the Future God controlling the Corpse Puppet or if it was truly Situ An!
"In every aspect, you are too ordinary. Do you know why Lu Cang ultimately chose you?" The Corpse Puppet's mouth was forcibly stretched into a smile: "Because he felt you were easier to control. He could more easily steal everything from you."
"There are thirteen candidates in the Blood City Posthumous photo under Black Lake, each with a reason to become the new master of Blood City, only you are an accident."
