Wang Xiaoqiang was equally astonished. Adam had just said something about having moral standards—so it turned out he had no morals himself?
Adam saw it all but did not rush to explain.
"Ghost Blood inside you has nearly replaced half of your blood. In your current condition, without using supernatural power, you can live for less than two more months at most, right?"
Yan Li fell silent at those words.
The other man was right. So, was he supposed to trade his life for money?
Although he still did not fully understand the situation, judging by the man's bearing, Adam was clearly someone on the same level as President Wang, perhaps even higher. He should have a lot of money.
They said life was priceless, but priceless did not mean infinitely precious. It meant there was no fixed value by which it could be measured. After all, different people's lives held different values at different times, and not everyone could be bought—or wanted to buy.
One trip around a hospital was enough to show it. Some lives could be prolonged for quite a while with just a few hundred yuan, while others could not be exchanged for even a moment no matter how many millions were spent.
How much was the less-than-two-month life of a Ghost Controller worth?
"How much can you pay?"
"How much do you want?"
Adam truly had no concept of prices in this world. Aside from the bowl of noodles he had eaten outside No. 8 High School, the other things he had bought clearly offered no reference for normal market prices.
Yan Li thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth.
"A ghost costs one hundred million now. My ghost is very useful for containing ghosts, and there's a good chance I can catch one