"What is this?"
Yang Jian frowned at the golden rectangular box on the table.
Wang Xiaoming, Zhao Jianguo, and Sun Lihong walked over at that moment.
Because his asking price had been too high—well, it would be more accurate to say outrageously high—they had been forced to send Wang Xiaoming to negotiate in person.
And that had been Yang Jian's goal.
"This is the latest product from my laboratory. It will be very helpful when you deal with supernatural incidents in the future. Trade Feng Quan for this, and you will not be losing out."
As he spoke, Wang Xiaoming opened the long golden box.
Yang Jian looked inside curiously.
Then he froze.
He had thought it would be some precious treasure, but inside was a crimson candle that seemed to have condensed from blood.
That was right.
A red candle.
"A candle?"
Yang Jian raised a brow. "This thing is worth one Feng Quan? I'd say it's worth fifty cents at most."
Wang Xiaoming said, "Its value is equivalent to five fierce ghosts. Moreover, only my laboratory currently possesses it. Because the quantity is limited, it has never been formally distributed. No amount of money can buy it. For now, I have given it a name: Ghost Candle."
"Nice name. What does it actually do?" Yang Jian asked.
Though it looked rather strange, it was still just a candle no matter how he looked at it. But since Wang Xiaoming was willing to trade it for Feng Quan, it had to be extremely valuable.
He needed to understand it first.
"The Ghost Candle's function is simple. Light it, and before the flame goes out, anyone within the candlelight's range can be guaranteed not to be killed by a fierce ghost. They will be in absolute safety," Wang Xiaoming said.