Yang Yong's face was cold, and he did not answer immediately.
His gaze lingered on Zhu Yuhao's face for a long time.
He remembered how, from the outbreak of the apocalypse until now, he had seen far too much of humanity's ugliest side.
When Zhang Qiang had knelt, it had been a curse...
That fellow had wanted to use some strange curse sequence to transfer disaster onto someone else.
But from beginning to end, Yang Yong had not sensed the slightest malice in Zhu Yuhao's kneeling.
Only resolve.
Only a willingness to give his life.
Only the utterly lonely courage of a man who wanted his wife to live.
But the problem was...
Even if he were willing to lend them, the backlash from the Cause-and-Effect Scissors was no joke.
For an ordinary person to use the Cause-and-Effect Scissors to cut someone else's thread meant paying with their own life.
It was not a question of how much blood they would lose. They would die instantly, beyond even a god's ability to save.
"Do you know," Yang Yong finally spoke, his voice flat and devoid of emotion, "that once you pick up these scissors, you won't survive, whether you cut through the thread or not?"
Zhu Yuhao nodded. "I know."
"Even if your wife's thread is cut, she might not survive."
"This Ghost Domain is full of deadly dangers. She's an ordinary person. Even if her life force isn't drained, she could still die somewhere else."
"I know."
"Then what are you doing it for?"
Zhu Yuhao turned and glanced at Hu Huaying behind him, who was crying so hard she could barely breathe.
Then his lips pulled into a smile.
It was a faint, exhausted smile, like the smile of someone finally getting off work after three straight days