Wang Liang groped through the clothes on the rotting body on the floor and took out a coffin nail, tucking it behind his waist. Fortunately, neither Zhao Kaiming nor the Wishing Ghost noticed.
He then picked up the satellite phone from the old corpse and likewise slipped it into the pocket of his “new” clothes.
After that, Wang Liang went to the living room and swept his gaze around. As expected, the golden body bag containing the ghost infant had been taken.
He hurried to the living room window and looked outside. A car was driving out of the residential complex, its taillights gradually receding into the distance.
“Good. Very good!”
Anger burned in Wang Liang’s eyes, and a ruthless smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he stared fixedly in the direction Zhao Kaiming had gone.
The person who had come was Zhao Kaiming, an Interpol officer who also belonged to headquarters.
This man had not controlled any fierce ghost, but he was entangled with the curse of the Wishing Ghost, and a terrifying fierce ghost followed by his side.
The Wishing Ghost was extremely terrifying. It possessed an ability close to wish granting, similar to words becoming law, as well as a large-scale reset ability. Its level of terror was outrageously high.
Leaving aside the older generation, among the current generation of ghost controllers at this stage, there were only a few—one could even boldly say there was not a single one yet—who could suppress the Wishing Ghost head-on. The forty-minute time reset it controlled was particularly troublesome.
Ye Zhen, the chuunibyou known as Asia’s number one ghost controller, who had controlled the Substitute-Death Ghost and feared no ghost revival, could not do it.
Wang Chaling, the third generation of the Wang family, who had inherited the Wang family curse and could command the fierce ghosts of two generations of the Wang family—a total of four, especially the two terrifying fierce ghosts transformed from the first generation of the Wang family—was still a little short.
But that was regarding the Wishing Ghost. Zhao Kaiming himself had not actually controlled any fierce ghost.
He was merely an ordinary person, entangled with the Wishing Ghost’s curse. To a certain extent, he could borrow the Wishing Ghost’s power to act, which could be considered an alternative kind of ghost controller, but in truth, it was more like the ghost was controlling the man.
Every time Zhao Kaiming used the Wishing Ghost’s power, one of his relatives would inexplicably die.
At first, he did not know. But after Zhao Kaiming discovered this, he wanted to revive his relatives once more, and thus he was influenced by the Wishing Ghost, seeking a tiger’s skin while working for the ghost.
Although the Wishing Ghost was still bound by the killing rules of fierce ghosts, it already possessed a certain degree of human thought and could no longer be considered a completely mechanical dead thing.
It wanted to possess a perfect ghost body, so it had set its sights on the ghost infant—or rather, the Starving Ghost—and had come with Zhao Kaiming just now to find Wang Liang.
Wang Liang had actually known that in the original plot, the Wishing Ghost had designs on the ghost infant. What he had not expected was that Zhao Kaiming and the Wishing Ghost were already in Dachang City at this time, and had been paying attention to Zhou Zheng’s ghost infant so early.
Only a few hours after he had captured the ghost infant, they suddenly came knocking and dealt him such a vicious blow.
If that supernatural attack just now had been directed at any other ghost controller, they would have died beyond any doubt. Only because he controlled reset had he been able to avoid such a terrifying supernatural attack.
Although he had roughly sorted out the cause of the matter, Wang Liang could not swallow this anger. How could attacking him be written off so easily?
If it were not for Sadako’s alternative reset, he would already have inexplicably died in a daze and typed out “gg.”
Wang Liang immediately picked up the satellite phone and dialed. It was not for some childish tattling; it was to ask for an address. He never let revenge wait overnight.
“Wang Liang, what’s wrong?” Su Xinxi answered the phone in the communications room.
“Has an Interpol officer come to Dachang City recently?”
“Let me check... yes. Zhou Zheng has been confirmed dead, so that city does indeed need a new person in charge. Your student Yang Jian was contacted by us, and yesterday he more or less agreed to join Interpol.
But he is too young and lacks experience, so he cannot directly become the person in charge. Therefore, the higher-ups are preparing to arrange for Zhao Kaiming, an Interpol officer who happens to be on a business trip in Dachang City recently, to stay there and temporarily take over as person in charge.”
“Give me Zhao Kaiming’s temporary address in Dachang City.”
“Uh, is something the matter? I can help—”
“No need. Give me his address. We’re all colleagues; I’m just going to say hello to him. After all, I’ve worked in this city for several years too, and I’m about to leave.”
“Emm, all right. I’ll send his address to your satellite phone in a moment. Since you’ll be colleagues from now on, you really should say hello.”
Beep—
Wang Liang hung up the phone, picked up the luggage that had long since been packed beside the sofa, and walked out.
Tell headquarters that Zhao Kaiming had attacked him?
Heh, stop joking. Headquarters had always been weak, only knowing how to smooth things over. When the time came, they would demand all kinds of evidence. Too troublesome. If he wanted revenge on Zhao Kaiming, he still had to rely on himself.
He could not cross the hurdle that was the Wishing Ghost head-on, but when it came to underhanded methods, the other side knew them, and he was very good at them too.
Eight o’clock in the evening, Dachang City Airport.
Wang Liang sat expressionlessly in the airport waiting hall, holding his phone.
“Has it been delivered?”
“It’s been delivered.”
“You should know what will happen if you lie to me.”
“Aiyo, big brother, how would I dare? It really was delivered, but the other party doesn’t seem to be home.”
“As long as it was delivered. Whether he’s home or not doesn’t matter. I told you, just leave the thing outside the door and go.”
“Uh, all right.”
After hanging up, a cold smile curled at the corner of Wang Liang’s mouth.
After obtaining Zhao Kaiming’s address, on the way to the airport, he had grabbed a small-time thug by the roadside who was bullying someone.
After a round of “friendly persuasion,” he had the thug deliver something he had prepared to Zhao Kaiming’s place.
With the Wishing Ghost around, it would be very hard for him to kill Zhao Kaiming. In fact, once he entered the Wishing Ghost’s field of vision, even he himself would be in great danger.
This fierce ghost, which was almost dictated by the mind, was far too troublesome.
But that did not mean Wang Liang would swallow this anger. He could still cause Zhao Kaiming some trouble.
And after this incident, he would put it plainly:
The Starving Ghost incident—don’t even think about letting it erupt in Dachang City!
Originally, it had only been for eerie points, and because he “still counted as a person,” that he had casually captured a weak ghost infant, disrupted the Starving Ghost incident, and saved the million people who would have died in the future to accumulate a little virtue for himself.
But now, Wang Liang was completely at odds with this matter.
Even if the Wishing Ghost had set its sights on the ghost infant this early, he would forcefully change the trajectory of this incident. For nothing else—just to vent his anger.
“Heh. I know the plot, and I’ve already decided to do certain things. If the Starving Ghost still ends up erupting in Dachang City, then what’s the point of me? Am I some kind of useless trash?!” Wang Liang sneered.
Meanwhile, on the other side,
After Zhao Kaiming took the ghost infant from Wang Liang’s place, he drove toward the city center.
“This is the thing you wanted?”
No one responded.
“Hmph. That Wang Liang is an Interpol officer about to go to Da’an City. For the sake of this thing, I even killed him. If you don’t help me revive my family in the end, then none of us gets to play!” Zhao Kaiming said coldly.
But still, no one responded. It looked as though Zhao Kaiming were simply talking to himself in the car.
After arriving downtown, Zhao Kaiming parked the car outside a small alley with almost no people around.
He picked up the body bag containing the ghost infant from the passenger seat, opened the car window, and decisively threw the ghost infant out as if dumping garbage. Then he stepped on the gas and left the place.
Don’t be anxious, don’t be anxious. Tomorrow, he’ll attack back. By the way, asking for monthly tickets~ asking for tips~