Nothing in this world mattered more to him than her.
If it truly was because of this thing, then whether he used it or discarded it... anything was fine, as long as she could come back alive.
Even if the 1002 Incident truly could be broken, Tong Guan could not wait any longer. The look on Chang Nian's face when she was beheaded pierced his heart and shattered his pretense of calm.
Room 1002 shook ever more violently, while the Buddhist Chant thundered through the air.
A sheet of calculation paper drifted lightly from Lan Yu's hand, covering the Buddhist scripture on the floor that shone with dazzling light. He backed away as though facing a deadly enemy, his gaze locked firmly on Tong Guan.
He saw Tong Guan shake an utterly ordinary White Candle out of his sleeve.
The candle was completely unremarkable, crude beyond measure, like nothing more than a cheap candle stolen from some Mourning Hall.
Its wick had been burnt charcoal-black. As Tong Guan moved, faint ash floated from it and stained his fingertips.
His thumbnail and index fingernail dug into the soft wax, and clumps of wax seeped between his fingers, an unpleasant sight.
Other than that, there was nothing unusual about this White Candle.
"What Sin Object is that? Why didn't I know Tong Guan had something like this?"
Yet when Lan Yu saw that taking out the White Candle was not enough, and Tong Guan actually took out a wooden comb and placed it atop his head, he immediately realized how extraordinary this Sin Object was.
He knew nothing about the White Candle, but he knew the Wooden Comb Sin Item very well.
Li Guanqi had obtained it back when he was at Branch No. 11. It was a relatively precious Healing Sin