The cut on that head was neat and smooth. The blood spattered across the floor in a vertical line, foretelling a clean, decisive death.
Shock and astonishment still lingered on Mo Jialin's face. His eyes, unable to close, vented his intense unwillingness, while traces of regret seemed to hide within his unfocused pupils.
A person's life and death were, in truth, a simple multiple-choice question.
Choose wrong, and you died. Choose right, and you might survive a little longer. Whether a seasoned store manager or an ordinary staff member, once dead, all became nothing more than cold corpses.
Just as Tong Guan had warned back then, Mo Jialin escaped the game, but he could not escape Chang Nian's blade.
In essence, Chang Nian was exactly the same kind of person as Ji Li and Fang Shenyan.
Perhaps the only difference was that the latter two did everything for themselves, while she was more mindful of Tong Guan.
Though perhaps it was impossible to say who, exactly, was the other's weakness or vulnerability.
But in the most desperate moments, this husband and wife always met on the path as they rushed toward one another.
Perhaps even Tong Guan himself could not understand how Chang Nian had entered the Judgment Game. After all, it was already in its final stage; no one else should have been allowed in.
Somewhere unseen, things had changed slightly.
This change lay outside Tong Guan's predictions, but the result appeared favorable to him, to Chang Nian, and even to Li Guanqi.
Once a Senior Staff Member entered the Judgment Game and became its final executor, this round of the game should have reached its conclusion.
And in Tong Guan's plan, the final task would no longer be overseen by that ghost.
Chang Nian's body swayed slightly as