Jiang Xi was still dead.
It had all happened so suddenly that Mo Lan, who had been closest to her, had not even turned her head before blood splashed across her back.
The ones who had truly witnessed it were likely Ji Li and Luo Ge, who had just arrived and were standing off to the side.
Luo Ge's pupils trembled faintly. His hands, hidden in his sleeves, unconsciously clenched together. His lips opened and closed, but he did not dare speak.
That was Jiang Xi!
Among the most senior staff members of Branch No. 9, her overall strength ranked within the top three beneath Gu Xingjian.
Her death was even harder to accept, even more regrettable, than Lu Chen's.
No matter how one looked at it, she should not have been the one to die...
Ji Li's long hair streamed backward in the chill wind, and a trace of sorrow appeared on his face.
His original plan had been for the most insignificant people to die, such as Lu Jingting and Zhong Feiluan.
But human calculations could not overcome fate.
After two seconds passed, everyone finally accepted that the pool of blood on the ground had once been that chatty young girl.
The six staff members in the center of the room fled in panic toward the stairwell on the left, like prey scattered by gunfire.
Geng Haohao was dead. Jiang Xi was dead too. Of the original eleven, only nine remained.
Only by huddling together could they gain any real sense of security, though even that was merely psychological comfort.
All nine of them understood.
Jiang Xi's death had been sudden, but it was also reasonable.
In fact, after Jiang Xi had been controlled by the Black-clothed ghost's Killing Method, they had already formed a guess about the