The door had barely cracked open when a rush of cold air swept urgently inside.
Outside stood Wei Jing, his face deathly pale and his head drenched in sweat.
At the way the door opened, a faint glint flashed deep in Lin Cheng's eyes. He understood instantly.
No wonder Wang Xiaoming had received no news at all, even after the Ghost Messenger had escaped.
This contest called the soul plan.
It had begun the moment the two of them entered this room and the door closed.
Wang Xiaoming had placed the mechanism controlling the door inside, and he alone knew how to open it.
No one outside could open it, no matter what catastrophe struck.
He was wagering his own life against Lin Cheng's!
Wang Xiaoming had correctly calculated just how dangerous Lin Cheng was.
If negotiations broke down and Lin Cheng killed him here, Lin Cheng would never find the mechanism to escape. He would be sealed forever inside this sunless golden coffin.
One ordinary person's life in exchange for the life of the strongest Ghost Handler alive.
Permanently eliminating an enormous, uncontrollable threat for Headquarters.
It was far too good a deal.
But for all Wang Xiaoming's calculations, he had overlooked one thing.
Lin Cheng actually still had a way to contact the outside world. Who knew what material that earpiece was made of!
Even without leaving, Lin Cheng could stay fully informed about everything outside.
The door opened completely.
Ignoring Lin Cheng's gaze, Wang Xiaoming barked an order at Wei Jing outside.
"Terminate all further operations related to the soul plan immediately!"
"Where's Li Jun? Where are Liu San and the others? Have them assemble at once!"
Standing in the doorway, Wei Jing swallowed with difficulty. His voice was so heavy it seemed to drip with gloom.