The method worked.
Two black umbrellas blocked the sunlight in the corridor, their monotonous black obscuring the living's view.
The counselor, once regarded as a taboo by the employees, had her face skin peeled away again and again by black-clothed people of a higher order.
This ongoing change made it clear that the face skin seemed to be the symbol through which the counselor exercised her authority.
The horrifying screams that pierced the eardrums and the skin being torn before their eyes made Zhong Feiluan's heart race and her breathing quicken.
"Resurrection Sin Object... This is the effect of a Resurrection Sin Object!"
Zhong Feiluan's hand trembled inside her wide sleeve, her pupils contracting as towering waves surged through her heart.
The Top Ten Branches had hundreds of employees and countless Sin Objects, yet not a single one could bring the dead back to life.
Things like Huangfu Jiajia's bracelet and Lu Chen's stopwatch... were merely substitutes for resurrection, and their conditions were extremely demanding.
Perhaps she had seen too little, or perhaps information had been too restricted. In any case, she had never heard of such a direct and brutal Resurrection Sin Object.
As the counselor revived once more after dying for the second time, the third tearing of her face skin began.
At that moment, Zhong Feiluan flicked her right hand, grabbed the backpack behind her, and gripped a red handle.
An unprecedented courage—or perhaps greed—appeared on her face.
Before such an enormous temptation, fear was temporarily suppressed by greed. She stepped forward and seized the counselor's arm with her left hand.
The backpack fell to the ground, and a short red axe appeared in the air. The silver gleam flowing along its blade illuminated the desire in Zhong Feiluan's eyes.
Amid the astonishment of the employees at