Compulsion's Gospel.
Though the scene was bizarre, after the first cut fell, Fu Qian still gave a fair commentary.
Like exhausting the last bit of value to complete the offering, the shriveled skin was already honeycombed.
The color like withered wood and the bloodline buried beneath it made for a stark contrast, almost giving one the urge to peel away the blood scabs from the skin.
And the male office worker was indeed doing just that.
Cut by cut, piece by piece, any previous hesitation had vanished without a trace, and all his energy was clearly focused on the task at hand.
You could even clearly see his hand trembling slightly.
Not from nervousness, but from excitement.
As someone with strong empathy, Fu Qian easily made the judgment.
It was clear that both the male and female office worker were being consumed by the urge to peel away the blood scabs, losing control of both body and mind.
