Chaos, madness, profit above all. Less than half an hour had passed since Gao Ming opened his eyes, and he had already heard several groups of people talk about selling his organs.
In this godforsaken place, without money, even the organs in your body weren't yours.
"Director Li, say something! When are you going to pay us the year's wages you owe?"
"Wasn't it half a year just now?!" Gao Ming glared at Jia Youzhi. Knowing how shameless the man was, he didn't bother arguing and pointed at Wu Wei, who looked the most levelheaded. "Come here."
"Trying to pull the casting-couch routine on me?" Wu Wei carried the camera, the most expensive thing in the studio. "You're still in the mood for that?"
Gao Ming's hand shook with anger. "Shouldn't I be asking why you're still in the mood to think about that?! I need to raise money. All of you shut up and give me some peace!"
Pressing his temples, Gao Ming sat on the wooden chair Jia Youzhi had brought over. Every Unspeakable's Shrine World was different. Dream Ghost could invade unnoticed, locate its core essence, and devour it bit by bit.
If Dream Ghost unleashed power beyond what the Shrine World's rules permitted, the Unspeakable would immediately discover it and either destroy it or force it out of the Shrine.
The city was currently populated mainly by ordinary people, so the ghost creatures from Hanhai were also bound by its rules. Until they devoured the Shrine's essence, they couldn't use much of their power.
With his three unreliable subordinates, Gao Ming could only search Li Sansi's memories for clues himself. The city they lived in had no official name and had been filled with malice since its creation. More than twenty gangs occupied its thirteen districts.