Admiring his latest painting, Xia Yang couldn't help but reach out to touch the corpse of the woman, but in the end, his fingertips only grazed his own skin.
"The Future God lives in the future, yet unborn, but the womb that bears it has already been influenced by its power, becoming flawless and perfect. This is truly the most beautiful corpse I have ever seen. I really want to see her skull!"
Xia Yang sincerely exclaimed, believing himself to be a very pure person. For instance, right now, he didn't care about Hanhai's safety — let alone the life or death of strangers, he didn't even care about his own.
The great disaster erupted, plunging the city into chaos, and tragedies occurred every day. Whether it was Gao Ming or Situ An, everyone lived with their own goals and obsessions, silently enduring their own pain. Xia Yang was an exception, however; he was living too happily now.
