"What do you need me to do?" Fu Shan's fingers continued tracing shapes on the wall, but his gaze grew unfocused, as if he were savoring the sensation of soul transference.
The mere mention of the Soul-Transference Drug made Fu Shan feel as though insects were wriggling inside him. He Yi was very pleased with this "genuine" reaction.
"All the Soul-Transference Drugs you've taken came from the Shadow World. Bureau Chief Situ An, the man we trusted most, actually had a home there long ago." He Yi seemed convinced that Situ An was dead, and he freely shared his secrets with an outsider. "That home contains an endless supply of Soul-Transference Drugs, leverage over many of Hanhai's powerful figures, and all of Situ An's research on ghost creatures."
Fu Shan was drawn in by everything He Yi described. The portrait he was drawing on the wall was nearly complete.
"But getting into that home is extremely difficult. I know where it is, your father knows which offerings are needed to summon the door, and Jiang Chan, the logistics supervisor, holds the key." He Yi's ugly face blocked Fu Shan's view. "I need you to coax the list of offerings out of Fu Ling. Once I get into Situ An's home in the Shadow World, I'll give you all the Soul-Transference Drugs."
"So that home is Situ An's real legacy. He hid everything in the Shadow World." The portrait Fu Shan had finished vanished from the wall. After thinking for a long time, he nodded.
"You'd better get me that information before the drug wears off. Don't let your father notice anything. Remember, you're his one source of pride." He Yi left with his men, while Fu Shan entered the stairwell with a broad smile.
Fu Ling, who was waiting by