Old Ghost of the Cinema

"Forget it. At least I got it in exchange for five thousand."

Though Li Guoqiang was speechless, he did not tear up the pretense and throw it away in a fit of temper. Instead, he put it in his pocket.

At least the money had bought him something.

If the other party had deceived him from the start and he had discovered that it was his own money, he might have gotten angry. But now that the other party had not tried to hide anything, he could not summon much anger.

Compared to the bizarre evil ghost case weighing on his mind, he could no longer be bothered to fuss over such ordinary matters.

After three rounds of drinks, the night had grown deep.

After Wu Heng left, he found a place and issued an order, telling the Blood Floss Demons in every region to send the monsters they had collected to him through the passages of Blood Floss Hell.

Now that Eden had expanded, he could grant the Blood Floss Demons authority, allowing them to open passages to Blood Floss Hell as though they possessed the Cenobites' puzzle boxes.

However, Blood Floss Hell itself was not in this world, so he naturally had to serve as the anchor point.

"This isn't safe. Authority cannot be granted lightly. I still need to find something that can serve as a vessel and create a Hell Portal similar to the Box of Mourning."

Wu Heng kept the matter in mind, then tossed all the evil ghosts captured by his subordinates into a temporary projection of Blood Floss Hell.

Like refining medicine from heavenly treasures, he turned them into the most basic soul essence.

He then bestowed it upon those top-tier Cursed Disciples who stood on the verge of becoming demons but could