A few minutes later, in the office area.
Liu San's original body sat at a desk, studying the route maps sent back from various outposts.
"Catch."
A calm voice suddenly rang out.
Liu San instinctively raised his hand and caught the object tossed through the air.
It was bone-chillingly cold to the touch and reeked of rotting flesh.
Even more unnerving, the thing was still writhing ever so faintly in his palm.
Liu San looked down, and his corpse-like, sallow face instantly froze.
It was a shriveled, eerie ball of flesh covered in dark red veins.
"This is..." Liu San abruptly looked up at Lin Cheng, who stood before him.
Lin Cheng casually explained its properties in an even tone.
"A vengeful ghost that hasn't revived yet."
"It can parasitize a ghost handler. It'll keep stealing paranormal power for you to use, and it can also suppress the revival of the vengeful ghosts inside you."
"But the more hosts it parasitizes and the more paranormal power it suppresses, the faster it'll revive."
After hearing Lin Cheng's explanation, Liu San's breathing faltered for a moment.
He forced a slightly comical smile onto his expressionless paper face and spoke half-jokingly.
"Giving me something this precious just like that, Boss Lin? You must think very highly of me."
Though his words were a joke, Liu San's mind was already in turmoil.
In this apocalyptic world without Headquarters, the value of a perfect puzzle piece capable of suppressing the revival of his own vengeful ghosts was simply immeasurable!
Even if Lin Cheng didn't control it himself, trading it would bring him unimaginable resources.
He could even get top-tier ghost handlers on the verge of shutting down to work for him like rabid dogs.
Yet Lin Cheng had simply tossed it to him, as though