When Gao Ming now hears anything related to fate alteration, the veins on his forehead would twitch, and only Xia Yang dares to jump around in this minefield.
"We'll talk about fate alteration later, why did you paint Lu Cang on yourself?"
"Lu Cang?" Xia Yang looked down at the faces painted on himself, his gaze puzzled: "Is that Lu Cang's name? I only know that the power of fate alteration comes from him; in fact, I haven't only painted him."
Xia Yang removed his white coat in front of everyone and threw it onto the patient, peeling off the first layer of skin underneath, on which the dead human skin depicted various ways Xu Huan was killed.
"Illusion Blood City?"
"There's more, there's more!" Xia Yang, as if a child showing off exam scores to his parents, peeled off another layer of skin, revealing a silver dragon transformed from the river of time, its body full of shrine-like nails.
