Chapter 117 - Chapter 117: All 117 chapters are required.

Chapter 117: All 117 chapters are required.

Mister Wu Yue’s death was right before their eyes.

At this moment, when Sun Lihong dealt with Yang Jian again, she no longer had the confident demeanor she had before. Although she appeared calm on the surface, she felt a deep fear of this high school senior.

This fear did not stem from Yang Jian being a ghost manipulator.

Rather, it was the fear of Yang Jian’s ruthless methods.

And the person who acted was not himself, but Wang Xiaoming, Professor Wang.

It felt like, at that moment, Wu Yue had been abandoned by everyone, as if not dying would have been an affront to the heavens themselves.

If these tactics were used by a seasoned politician, Sun Lihong wouldn’t be surprised, but the person in question was only eighteen years old.

Still just a kid.

Though occasionally naive and simple, that was merely due to being limited by experience and social exposure.

As long as he didn’t die at the hands of revived evil spirits, Yang Jian would be a top figure in the future.

“The price of the transaction will follow the rate previously set by our deceased boss for the purchase of the goods in Mister Yang’s hands. What do you think about this, Mister Yang?” Sun Lihong’s face was tense, and she seemed restless.

Yang Jian looked at her and said, “You… seem to be a bit uncomfortable?”

“No, not at all,” Sun Lihong said.

“That’s good.”

Yang Jian patted the body bag on the table and then said, “The thing inside here is different from the common ghosts we imprison, it’s a bit special. If you treat it as a normal business deal, I’ll assuredly make a loss, so I think it’s necessary for us to discuss the price a bit.”

“That should be fine, right?”

If it had been the Sun Lihong from before, she would certainly refuse Yang Jian outright. Wu Yue had already offered a fifty percent premium; any further raise in price would reflect poorly on her business capabilities.

But… there was the death of the boss earlier.

Sun Lihong feared that if she offended Yang Jian, he might find some reason to kill her.

“May I ask how you would like to negotiate the price, Mister Yang?”

“No rush, let’s first check the goods so you don’t think I’m asking for the moon later,” Yang Jian began to open the body bag.

“Ah~!”

Startled, Sun Lihong’s face turned pale as she quickly retreated from her seat.

What was imprisoned inside was a ghost.

The danger level of such a thing was unimaginable, and opening it now for a check seemed less like a verification than a pretext for killing her on the spot.

“What’s wrong? Miss Sun’s reaction is a bit extreme, isn’t it? Don’t be scared, this thing is quite tame, it won’t hurt people. Look, I can open it just like this, and nothing happens at all,” Yang Jian said with a sincere look.

He now seemed like an irresponsible person strutting down the street with an evil hound.

Saying the dog doesn’t bite anyone, when in truth, it just doesn’t bite him.

Sun Lihong was just an ordinary person, how could she dare to get close to such a dangerous thing?

“If you really are scared, you can stand back and watch. I’m a good person, why would I make things difficult for you over such a small matter?” Yang Jian said as he pulled out a head from the body bag.

The face was pale with no trace of blood, both eyes shut tight as if it had been severed from a corpse, still fresh.

Upon seeing the head, Sun Lihong was first frightened, then shocked.

This person was Dachang City’s first ghost manipulator… Feng Quan.

As a local of Dachang City and an employee in a special company, she certainly recognized these significant figures.

“You seem to recognize it. The international ghost manipulator, Feng Quan, who disappeared a few months ago while dealing with the paranormal incident in Huanggang Village,” Yang Jian said with a light smile. “The price of two ghosts indeed isn’t great, but what if it includes an international ghost manipulator?”

“The price shouldn’t be low, Miss Sun. Shall we start negotiating now?”

Summoning her courage, Sun Lihong cautiously walked over.

Since Yang Jian was standing so close without issue, the ghost must have already been restrained, most likely harmless.

But as she was just approaching,

suddenly,

the pale-faced Dead Man’s Head on the table suddenly opened its eyes.

“Ah~!”

Startled, Sun Lihong collapsed to the ground.

And while they were negotiating here,

Wang Xiaoming, Professor Wang, personally oversaw the company security personnel, under the command of the special forces team leader Li Jun, as they took the Ghost Coffin off the truck and carefully moved it to another transport vehicle.

Looking at the coffin, he felt no fear or dread, but a kind of indescribable excitement and anticipation.

“This Ghost Coffin will play a significant role in upcoming research. If a breakthrough can be made from this coffin, the current situation might be completely reversed.”

“By that time, my research will fundamentally change the structure of the world.”

Wang Xiaoming was engrossed in his world, as if he couldn’t wait to return to his lab to examine the properties of the Ghost Coffin.

“Professor Wang, although I’m an outsider and shouldn’t say much, I feel responsible to remind you that this thing… is extremely dangerous,” Zhao Jianguo came over and said in a low voice. “Based on my understanding of Yang Jian, if this Ghost Coffin really had great value, he wouldn’t let it go so easily. The fact that he was willing to sell it for five hundred fifty million suggests he might have said there’s only one ghost in this coffin as a hidden danger. If possible, I’d really rather not have Professor Wang open this coffin for research.”

“If the ghost inside is released again, I fear it could lead to a disastrous calamity. Though I have long heard of the protective measures in place at the research institute, danger is still inevitable.”

Wang Xiaoming, however, laughed and said, “A thousand years ago, lightning from the sky could kill people and livestock, from the king down to the commoners, all lived in awe. Who among them could have imagined that a thousand years later we would be able to harness this power and apply it to every aspect of our lives?”

“I don’t care what the nature of a fierce ghost is, but since it exists, there must be a way to control it. The ghost controllers are the most obvious result, though this utilization rate is not high. However, this Ghost Coffin presents an opportunity for me to find a breakthrough.”

“No matter how dangerous, it’s all worthwhile.”

Zhao Jianguo could not comprehend the mentality of a researcher, but he felt Professor Wang was engaging in a particularly dangerous act.

This made him very uneasy.

Just as he was about to offer a few more words of caution, Sun Lihong, who was earlier in charge of the transaction with Yang Jian, hastily approached.

“Professor Wang, there are some aspects of the deal with Yang Jian that I can’t decide on my own. I need your input,” Sun Lihong said with a complexion that was not too good; her expression still carried shock and urgency.

Wang Xiaoming might have been just the head of a research institute, but he held great power.

The primary purpose of Wu Yue’s company was to serve the research institute and maintain the operation of the laboratories. The real decisions were made by Wang Xiaoming.

“Can’t the company matters be handled by someone else? I will be busy shortly and have no time to manage the company’s operations,” said Wang Xiaoming, waving his hand with a touch of impatience.

“Professor Wang, but this matter involves the former head of Dachang City, Feng Quan,” said Sun Lihong.

Feng Quan?

At the mention of this name, both Wang Xiaoming and Zhao Jianguo beside him paused.

Indeed.

How could they forget him?

Wang Xiaoming then remembered that Feng Quan hadn’t died, but had only been trapped in Huanggang Village. There had been occasional reports, and though later there was no news, the chances of him surviving were still significant.

The only people seen leaving the village previously were Yang Jian and Zhang Han.

They thought Feng Quan had died since he didn’t show up.

“Is Feng Quan still alive?” he asked.

Zhao Jianguo immediately came over to inquire.

“Still alive, there,” Sun Lihong pointed toward Yang Jian sitting under the sunshade.

At Yang Jian’s table, Feng Quan’s head lay neatly beside him.

Neat and tidy.

Zhao Jianguo glanced over and realized, “Feng Quan has fallen into Yang Jian’s hands? What’s going on here? Could it be that the object of your transaction with him is Feng Quan?”

Selling a famed ghost controller as a ghost?

What kind of move was this?

Yang Jian really was as fearless as a calf, daring to do anything.

“We must purchase it.”

Wang Xiaoming immediately said, “Feng Quan’s value is immense, not only as the former head of Dachang City but also as the principal informant in the Huanggang Village incident. This will play a crucial role in my subsequent research.”

“Yang Jian does indeed intend to sell, but his asking price is a bit high… I can’t make that decision,” Sun Lihong said.

Wang Xiaoming said, “Money is no object, just ensure Feng Quan is safely traded, and that’s enough. I don’t care about the rest.”

“By the way, how much is he asking for?”

Sun Lihong hesitated for a moment before saying, “He wants it all.”

“I’m not interested in money. If he wants it all, then let him have it,” said Wang Xiaoming, without much reaction.

“…”

Zhao Jianguo, holding back his words, said, “This is extortion. By agreeing, you’re essentially giving the entire company to him. Without funds to sustain it, your research institute will also have difficulty continuing. Even if funds were allocated from above, they won’t arrive immediately. You don’t want your research to stop, do you?”

“Moreover, he is quoting a bottomless price, which isn’t really for the money. The previous five hundred and fifty million should already be enough for him.”

“If not money, then what does he want?” asked Wang Xiaoming.

“I think it’s something more valuable, related to ghost controllers,” Zhao Jianguo said. “When one’s finances are utterly free, people typically start thinking about their life, health, hobbies, and such.”

“As a ghost controller, he would think about things related to ghost controls.”

“Didn’t we already agree to help him control the second ghost and extend the fierce ghost’s revival?” asked Wang Xiaoming.

“That was the previous deal and should not be included. You might want to personally discuss this with him,” advised Zhao Jianguo.

Wang Xiaoming, looking at the Ghost Coffin already loaded into the vehicle, said, “I don’t have time now, as I must return to the lab shortly, and Feng Quan must be taken away as soon as possible to assist with the research. Here’s what we will do, Manager Sun, go to my car and bring over that golden box, the rectangular one, next to my seat.”

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“Okay, alright.”

Sun Lihong immediately agreed and left.

Shortly after, she returned with a rectangular golden box.

“What’s this?” Zhao Jianguo asked somewhat puzzled.

“The latest achievement of the lab, not yet officially public. Only an extremely small number have been requisitioned, but I heard they’ve achieved good results,” Wang Xiaoming said as he took the golden box and went over.