Wang Xiaoqiang, standing in the Grey Fog, listened to Jiang Shan's voice, his face ashen.
Ye Feng, who also controlled two ghosts, was absent,
and currently, almost no one could contend with Jiang Shan.
Moreover, Wang Xiaoqiang noticed that Jiang Shan's use of Fierce Ghosts was far more frequent than that of an average Ghost Controller.
"Is he not afraid of Ghost Revival?"
However, in the early days of the Supernatural Revival, almost no Ghost Controllers knew that a ghost could Deadlock; even his exceptionally intelligent older brother, Wang Xiaoming, only learned about Deadlock after witnessing Yang Jian's actions.
Therefore, even if Ye Feng were here now, he wouldn't last long against Jiang Shan, who possessed the Ghost Character and the Ghost Face Ghost Domain.
For a Ghost Controller who controlled two Fierce Ghosts,
having one Crashed Ghost brought an effect far beyond simple addition.
The continuous wails echoing in the Grey Fog reverberated in the ears of the bosses; when had they ever witnessed such a scene?
The initial Ghost Character had already terrified them,
and now, the Ghost Controllers of the Xiaoqiang Club were being harvested by a student—something they dared not even imagine.
"The fog is thinning, the fog is dispersing!"
Someone among the bosses shouted, and only then did everyone notice that the previously obscured Grey Fog now vaguely revealed figures.
The feeling of Fear, where one could only hear voices but not see people, cast a shadow over the hearts of most of these pleasure-seeking bosses.
When Jiang Shan's Ghost Domain completely vanished, the crowd finally saw what had happened.
It turned out there were thirteen Ghost Controllers from the Xiaoqiang Club, but now only five stood in place, looking tense.
The remaining eight had all fallen to the ground, their life or death unknown.
"The spoils from these Ghost Controllers are actually so rich!"
At this moment, Jiang Shan suddenly appeared before the group of bosses, grinning widely as he looked at the figures in his bank account.
Five hundred and thirty million!
Excluding the seventy million from Zhang Han and Ye Jun, these eight individuals had contributed four hundred and sixty million to him.
If two of the Ghost Controllers only gave him fifty million as Life-Buying Money, then he couldn't be blamed for what followed.
Jiang Shan activated the Ghost Character without hesitation, crippling one arm and one leg of the two men.
It truly was true that profiting greatly came from committing crimes.
Jiang Shan clicked his tongue, estimating roughly in his mind.
If he took four hundred million of this five hundred million to purchase Gold, even when Gold wasn't skyrocketing, he could acquire at least five to six hundred kilograms of Gold.
While that sounded like a lot, it was still far from enough to construct a Safe House.
Although with the Fierce Ghosts he currently controlled, he could guarantee his survival even against a fourth-stage Starving Ghost.
And since the original owner was an orphan, now being completely alone, he didn't need to take care of anyone, thus negating the need for a Safe House.
However, his main purpose for needing so much Gold was to imprison Fierce Ghosts.
Due to the nature of the Dead Face Ghost, he had to first control a Fierce Ghost before he could transform that ghost into a Ghost Face using the Dead Face Ghost.
But where would he find so many suitable Fierce Ghosts for him to control?
And even if suitable Fierce Ghosts existed, would his condition at that time allow him to control them?
Jiang Shan decided it was better to forge more Golden Boxes to imprison the Fierce Ghosts he could control.
It wouldn't be too late to consider his own situation once he could safely control them.
Foresight was a traditional virtue.
Now, seeing the ashen-faced Wang Xiaoqiang walking towards him, Jiang Shan suddenly seemed to recall something.
"Jiang Shan, what did you do?!"
After looking at the four or five Ghost Controllers lying on the ground, Wang Xiaoqiang realized they were truly unconscious, and most of the Fierce Ghosts they controlled were showing signs of Revival.
He was burning with rage.
Jiang Shan's actions had at least caused the overall strength of the Xiaoqiang Club to drop by one level.
How could he not be furious?
When Wang Xiaoqiang reached Jiang Shan's side, he saw Jiang Shan slap his forehead and say:
"Manager Wang, I suddenly remembered something. I am now a member of our Club. When are you going to transfer the Two Hundred Million you promised me to my account? I have an urgent need right now; I'm really short on cash."
"Hahaha."
Wang Xiaoqiang was so angry he almost laughed internally; he wished he could skin Jiang Shan alive right then.
But thinking of Jiang Shan's terrifying Ghost Domain and Ghost Character, his resentment was mixed with helplessness.
"At least he is my person now."
Wang Xiaoqiang comforted himself this way, then tried to remain calm as he spoke to Jiang Shan:
"I will transfer the money to you in the next couple of days, but I need you to stay at the Club to watch things for me during this time. Furthermore, the Club has a special mission that I need you to undertake later."
"A special mission? What do you mean?" Jiang Shan asked.
Wang Xiaoqiang pointed towards the sky and opened his mouth, but no sound came out. However, Jiang Shan could easily read what he was saying from his lips:
"The Country."
If Jiang Shan guessed correctly, this special mission was related to the Huanggang Village Incident.
"Ghost Messenger..."
Jiang Shan nodded to show he understood, then asked Wang Xiaoqiang for a car and drove away from the Club.
He had brought one person with him in the car—Yan Li.
Yan Li looked very reserved in the car, likely due to witnessing Jiang Shan's terrifying power, or perhaps because he was naturally introverted.
"You are Ghost Blood Yan Li, right? Let me introduce myself, I am Jiang Shan," Jiang Shan said while driving.
"I am..."
Yan Li replied calmly.
Although he didn't know why Jiang Shan specifically brought him along before leaving, he was certain that Jiang Shan wouldn't harm him.
Because if Jiang Shan wanted anything from him, he could have taken it at the Club; there would have been no need to go to the trouble of asking him out separately.
So why did Jiang Shan want to meet him alone?
Yan Li sat there pondering, and then Jiang Shan continued:
"How long do you think you have left to live?"
"One or two months, my Ghost Blood is about to revive," Yan Li replied.
"Let's be straightforward. I want the Ghost Blood inside you. I am willing to pay One Hundred Million for it, and I can give you a promise: after you die, I can guarantee the safety of your wife and child."
"To be clear beforehand, I have no designs on your wife. Think it over."
Jiang Shan, who had initially planned to only give Yan Li one hundred million, suddenly remembered that Yan Li's wife and child were ultimately killed by the Ghost Rope Wang Yue, so he added the condition of protecting Yan Li's wife and child at the end.
It must be admitted that Jiang Shan genuinely desired the Ghost Blood.
However, he would not kill Yan Li for it; that violated his principles.
Yan Li being targeted by Zhao Kaiming because of Yang Jian was a matter they decided upon themselves; Jiang Shan had no right to interfere, nor any necessary reason to save Yan Li.
Furthermore, Yan Li's death would benefit him in some ways.
Non-interference was due to Jiang Shan's moral bottom line, and not saving him was his way of navigating the world.
Jiang Shan did not deny that he was also a selfish person.
Compared to finding some high-sounding excuses, it was better in this era of Supernatural Revival to promise Yan Li that he would guarantee the safety of his wife and child after his death, allowing him to rest in peace even in death.
As for whether Yan Li, having received Jiang Shan's promise of One Hundred Million for his wife and child after his death, would stop pursuing the Headless Ghost Shadow, Jiang Shan was not worried.
For someone like Yan Li, he would surely save more money for his wife and child before his own death.
After all, when it came to money,
who would ever think they had too much?