Outside the hospital.
"Pfft, it's just a ghost. This Dao Master can find it easily!"
Mao Yong'an looked proudly at Wang Ye and boasted.
Encouraged by Wang Ye's gaze, he took out the battered Compass, painfully squeezed out a drop of blood, and dripped it onto it.
The Compass began spinning rapidly.
A wisp of energy drifted through the air.
After a long while—
"Got it!"
Mao Yong'an's eyes lit up, but then he frowned slightly in confusion. "Why is the Compass pointing to two places?"
"Are there two ghosts here?"
Hearing him, Wang Ye pondered briefly. "Which one is stronger?"
Without hesitation, Mao Yong'an pointed in one direction.
Recalling the map, Wang Ye vaguely formed a target in his mind.
"The laboratory?"
Every city had its own laboratory, where all sorts of strange things were researched. That ghost had gone to the laboratory—
What was it looking for?
"Let's go. We'll talk once we get there."
Wang Ye tightened the backpack containing the red lantern on his back, his expression turning solemn.
He used the Ghost Messenger Rope to firmly bind the Ghost Messenger Blade to his hand. With a faint killing intent in his eyes, he headed stealthily toward the laboratory.
Mao Yong'an followed behind Wang Ye with a dissatisfied expression, muttering under his breath the entire time.
Heaven Group branch, rooftop.
Luo Ping stood at the edge of the rooftop, looking down over the entire city, his gaze as cold as ever.
"Father, would you be proud of me?"
Luo Ping gently removed the black case from his hand and muttered softly to himself.
Then, he opened the case. A pale middle-aged man suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes.
He slowly stepped out of the case, his face stiff and his eyes hollow, and stood before Luo