After hearing that, Wang Jixin, Xie Nanyun, and Yu Bianwei looked utterly hopeless, their faces ashen as they trembled like leaves.
The Life-Substitution Lamp?
Listening to the big shots talk, Qin Siyang formed a rough guess about the strange, crow-shaped lamp.
It seemed that once activated, it could make someone else die in its owner's place.
But exactly how it worked remained to be seen.
Under everyone's gaze, Huan Kai's phantom gradually faded until it vanished altogether.
The blue flame of the Life-Substitution Lamp slowly went out as well. The crow-shaped base swiftly melted into the darkness, as though nothing had happened.
"Aaaah!!!"
Just then, a scream rang out.
Like a kite with its string cut, Yu Bianwei plummeted straight to the ground.
Thud-
Everyone looked down. Yu Bianwei had landed headfirst in the rubble and appeared to have lost consciousness.
They all hurried over and gathered around him.
Zhao Longteng's brow furrowed, his gaze cold. "Stone dead."
Chu Xiaoang sighed. "I wasn't exactly friends with Yu Bianwei. I even disliked how arrogant he was. But watching him drop dead right in front of us still makes me feel a little wistful."
Wei Rulai said, "I heard Yu Bianwei loved hoarding wealth and had artificial hills cast from gold and silver at home. To be filthy rich yet die a violent death in the Wasteland-there's a certain dark humor to that."
They took turns commenting on Yu Bianwei's death.
Neither Huan Kai's identity as a member of the World-Destroying Church nor Yu Bianwei's death from the Life-Substitution Lamp mattered much to them.
What mattered was the share of the spoils those two families would have to relinquish.
But Wang Jixin and Xie Nanyun, the only two bosses of the Four Major Mining Companies left, could not remain detached.
The man