Chapter 18: The Mutated Ghost Domain
Sitting on the sofa, Jiang Shan looked at the 670 million on his mobile phone, feeling completely refreshed inside.
At this moment, Ye Feng and Wang Xiaoqiang, sitting on another sofa, had ashen faces, expressions even uglier than if their parents had died, both silent and lost in thought.
One was heartbroken over his money.
One was thinking about how to place Jiang Shan.
The one heartbroken over money was naturally Ye Feng, while Wang Xiaoqiang simply didn’t know what position to put Jiang Shan in right now.
“My trusted aide?”
Wang Xiaoqiang himself knew clearly that even with benefits tying them together, Jiang Shan could never be fully trusted, not to mention that even with Ye Feng, they were just partners.
To subdue Jiang Shan?
Absolutely impossible.
“Club member?”
In Wang Xiaoqiang’s view, this was the only plan, after all, it was Jiang Shan who had asked to join at the beginning, but he still felt a deep threat.
The main reason was that Wang Xiaoqiang didn’t quite believe
that Jiang Shan, who controlled two such terrifying fierce ghosts, only had money in his eyes.
Do ghost wielders lack money? Wang Xiaoqiang asked himself.
Which ghost wielder in his club didn’t have a luxury car? They all spent money like water and didn’t care about it at all.
After all, they only had a few months left to live; no matter how much money, they couldn’t take it with them when they died.
But Wang Xiaoqiang wouldn’t know that Jiang Shan’s original intention in coming to his Little Qiang Club was truly for money.
With money and gold, Jiang Shan could worry less about many things; at least, he wouldn’t lack containers to detain fierce ghosts.
Sensing the unusually cold atmosphere in the club, Jiang Shan of course knew the reason, but he still acted as if nothing had happened and looked at Wang Xiaoqiang, asking:
“Manager Wang, what do I need to do when coming to the club? What time can I go back in the evening?”
“Usually, the club has some bosses’ commissions and some bounties, but those things can be handled by the club’s members. You just need to stay at the club normally; I’ll find you for tasks they can’t handle.”
Wang Xiaoqiang was silent for a moment, then he spoke again: “You can stay as long as you want.”
Actually, Wang Xiaoqiang had requirements for how long members stayed at the club, even a monthly minimum number of tasks that must be completed.
After all, his club wasn’t a charity; after putting in so much effort, how could he possibly support this group of ghost wielders for free.
Lending them to make money was just incidental; his initial intention in founding the Little Qiang Club was to develop it to the level of the Supernatural Forum.
Scheming for one city, or even the whole country, that was Wang Xiaoqiang’s intention.
Unfortunately, though Wang Xiaoqiang had great ambitions and dared to think and act, when it came to managing ghost wielders—these “desperados” with an average lifespan of less than four months,
without a doubt, he had failed.
Short-sightedness was his biggest flaw!
Jiang Shan nodded, indicating he understood, then his gaze turned to Ye Feng as he asked:
“Ye Feng, where did you buy the gold Sand Eagle on you? It’s so cool; I also want to buy some of these specialized weapons.”
Earlier during “doing business,” in the ghost domain, Jiang Shan had discovered the gun on Ye Feng.
Worried about not having a way to buy gold and these specialized weapons, he felt delighted inside.
Ye Feng, named by Jiang Shan, was full of reluctance but still answered:
“I’ll give you an address; go check it out yourself.”
“Okay.”
Jiang Shan took the golden business card handed over by Ye Feng and looked down at the address on it:
“Shang Tong Building.”
If he remembered correctly, in the original work, it was a ghost wielder hunter in this building who took Wang Xiaoqiang’s mission to assassinate Yang Jian, and in the end, they were all wiped out by Yang Jian.
“There’s a room on the top floor with three boxes, three boxes containing ghost wielder corpses,” Jiang Shan thought.
He had planned to “clean up” this place from the beginning, but he hadn’t expected that Ye Feng and the others also bought their weapons against ghost wielders from here; it seemed this was fate.
Not only for the gold and specialized weapons, but also for those three ghosts, because next, Jiang Shan was going to make a transaction with the Ghost Cabinet.
Foreign organization— even if he killed them all, Jiang Shan wouldn’t feel the slightest guilt.
“I’m off, Manager Wang.”
Ignoring how ugly Wang Xiaoqiang’s face was, Jiang Shan waved at him and left the club.
After parking the car downstairs in the residential area, looking at the rundown residential area before him, Jiang Shan couldn’t help but sigh,
“Time to change houses; home just has a table and a bed—even a thief would have to leave two hundred behind before leaving.”
Because the original owner was an orphan, Jiang Shan’s current house was provided free by the country, and even for daily life and studies, the country provided some assistance.
For such a country, Jiang Shan always felt a hard-to-describe sense of belonging.
The residential area was very dilapidated, with buildings in the architectural style of the 1960s and 1970s,
There weren’t even many street lights in the entire residential area; under the dim lights, Jiang Shan, who had already reached downstairs, noticed several thugs standing at the stairwell entrance.
One of them, a yellow-haired thug, seemed to spot Jiang Shan; he patted his companions around him and nodded toward where Jiang Shan was.
The group understood and walked toward Jiang Shan.
“Brother, just got out of school? I just got out too; I have no money for dinner tonight—can you lend brother some cash?” the yellow-haired thug said.
Then he added:
“Don’t worry, when brother has money, I’ll pay you back double. Not much, just five hundred.”
Suddenly, the yellow-haired thug narrowed his eyes; he noticed that the clothes on Jiang Shan seemed to be some luxury brand, and then he grinned and said:
“Oh, I just remembered—tonight my mom was hospitalized, the hospital’s demanding thirty thousand in medical fees; how am I supposed to live? Brother, have mercy, lend me fifty thousand; when I make money later, I’ll definitely pay you back, really, I’m not lying.”
Jiang Shan quietly watched his performance; he glanced at the remaining thugs and noticed silver gleams at their waists.
“Knives.”
Having been a policeman for seven or eight years, Jiang Shan was sure he wasn’t seeing wrong; he looked at the eyes of this group of thugs,
ferocious, looking at him with the playful mockery of toying with a plaything.
“Then I won’t hold back; perfect chance to use you all to see what secrets the Dead Face Ghost’s ghost domain really holds,” Jiang Shan thought.
So he tossed the tens of thousands in cash from his pocket into the air.
“Money! Money! So much money!”
“Hahahahahaha, we’re rich, we’re rich! I knew this kid had money, hahahahaha.” The yellow-haired thug laughed loudly.
Suddenly, his laughter stopped abruptly because at that moment, he felt intense pain on his body, like being burned by fire!
“Ahhh, it hurts! It hurts so much!”
He felt like he was about to die from the pain!
Gray fog grew denser around the thugs; without exception, they all lay on the ground rolling madly, and those who didn’t know would think they were on fire.
Jiang Shan was very familiar with the pain of decay; the continuous pain could even drive a person’s spirit to collapse.
Jiang Shan coldly watched the thugs rolling on the ground in agony; he discovered that his ghost domain seemed to have gained a new ability:
Corruption!
Seeking recommendation tickets, begging!
