A gear. The most insignificant kind of gear, something to be used and discarded at will!
Gu Qingyun's eyes were bloodshot. He ignored Ji Li standing so close by, Hou Guisheng's cold, sinister gaze, Mei Sheng's expressionless face, Xie Zheng, Wei Guang...
His face, covered in hatred and distortion, was filled with venom toward that corpse that seemed both dead and alive. The madness he felt now was several times more turbulent and overwhelming than his earlier frenzy.
"Hong Fu! You actually dared to..."
One above and one below, two faces. Even if he ground his teeth to pieces, he had to spit out those few words.
But the towering fury that had been compressed for nearly an hour turned into boundless hell the very second Ji Li tore out Heterochromatic Eyes.
One eye after another fixed upon his gradually disintegrating straw body; pairs of hands stretched from hell and seized his slowly materializing flesh-and-blood form.
In the sky, that face swayed on the verge of collapse. Another face pressed against Gu Qingyun's twisted features, as though it felt a powerful rejection toward this living person who had made a deal with it.
Howling winds and torrential rain swept through the shattered Tianbao Repair Shop. Within the rain curtain, the six straw effigies let out rustling sounds of collapse.
The first to fall was the headless straw effigy whose head had been taken by Tong Guan. Like a pile of sand slapped flat, it dissolved the moment it hit the ground.
The other four followed immediately after.
Gu Qingyun's straw effigy, second from last in the row, still tried to struggle, but it could not withstand the hands reaching for it from every direction.
The surviving employees of Branch No. 4, Branch No. 6, Seventh Branch, and Branch No. 8