Although Wang Xiaoming held extremely influential advisory authority over many matters, the final decision still had to be made by headquarters.
As Li Jun contacted headquarters, Wang Xiaoming finally had time to speak privately with Wang Xiaoqiang.
"What's going on with the ghost inside you?"
Wang Xiaoqiang's expression hardened at those words.
"This has nothing to do with you... Besides, isn't this exactly what you wanted?"
Wang Xiaoming was nearly angered into laughter.
"What I wanted? Did I want you to become a Ghost Controller? I wanted you to survive! You gave up the Skeleton Ghost, didn't you? So can this ghost you have now cure your cancer, or let you survive while you have cancer?"
Wang Xiaoqiang froze. He truly had not considered that—or rather, he had forgotten it.
Ever since he had controlled the Skeleton Ghost, he had remained dissatisfied with how Wang Xiaoming had decided to intervene and change his life without consulting him at all, but his cancer had indeed improved because of it.
It had been so long since he had suffered from illness. In its place had come the supernatural corrosion of the Skeleton Ghost.
The three ghosts he now controlled were in an even more delicate balance. They barely caused him any corrosion in daily life, and purely in terms of how he felt, they were even better than the Skeleton Ghost.
How should he put it? If Wang Xiaoming had not reminded him, he would have assumed his cancer was already cured.
But since Wang Xiaoming had said so, the Skeleton Ghost clearly did not possess the ability to cure cancer directly, and neither did the ghost hands he now controlled.
Had it returned to an early stage where it did not affect his actions at all, or had his body already