The muscular man with the hammer immediately struck the bronze gong. The dense sound of drums echoed like a war formation, as if bidding farewell to a fallen general.
The corpse collection team in isolation attire stepped forward, swiftly sealing Li Gui into a body bag.
The sound of drums and gongs abruptly halted.
"Life and death are predestined!"
The three elders rose simultaneously, cupping their hands toward the body bag, and gave a low shout.
The over four thousand people witnessing the scene emulated them, cupping their hands toward the activity area and shouting in unison, their voices booming like thunder:
"Life and death are predestined!"
The sound was deafening.
"Good!"
The body bag was carried away, and the elders called out another name.
"Gao Yunting, step forward."
A middle-aged man stepped forward, submerging his face into the water.
The Starfish mark flashed by, even darker than Li Gui's.
"Elder Qu, I choose self-restraint."
"Good!"
