"Jiajia, forget it."
Li Guanqi had reached his limit as well. Exhausted, he pressed down on Huangfu Jiajia, who still wanted to argue, and tried to dissuade her in a low voice.
He had already understood everything.
The Commission Mission was over, but the Devouring Ghost that had set the rules had no intention of ending things there. The final settlement penalty was its precious opportunity to kill.
After Ta left, the Devouring Ghost would become the ruler with complete control over their lives.
Forget those dispensable rules. Since it had the ability to keep the two of them here, it could just as easily wipe them both out.
Giving them a little "guess the coin" game now was already a form of mercy.
His tattered right sleeve fluttered in the wind like willow branches hanging from that old willow tree.
Li Guanqi watched quietly as scenes from the past surfaced before his eyes. His uncle had once played chess and drunk tea beneath those willow branches. Whenever Uncle Wang lost and grew frustrated, he would laugh while rubbing Li Guanqi's hair.
Maybe he really had been wrong, but he did not regret it.
Li Guanqi calmly accepted his Fate. His pale hand extended, its fingertips stained with dried blood, pointing toward the Man in Suit's right fist.
Faced with the weighty question of life and death, he casually gave an answer and left everything to heaven's will.
Huangfu Jiajia was still afraid. She had not been able to fully accept the situation, even though she had prepared herself mentally.
Chen Jie's face flashed through her mind. She had said that once she died, Branch No. 8 would be finished too.
Li Mochou's cry before her death rang in her ears. She had begged the heavens, and she had begged