At this moment, inside the Xiaoqiang Club.
In the conference hall on the fourth floor.
A massive metal table stood here, large enough to seat thirty people. Yet only a dozen or so people had gathered in the conference hall, seemingly discussing something.
"It has been confirmed that Yan Li died from a ghost's revival. The incident occurred beside a stretch of highway fifty kilometers outside Dachang City. This is the satellite image. You can take a look." Wang Xiaoqiang was presiding over the meeting. Dressed in a suit and tie, he carried himself with the poise and dignity of a successful man.
A satellite image appeared on the projection screen.
It showed the very place where Yan Li had met with disaster.
There was a pool there, formed from gathered blood.
"You have all seen the situation above. After Ghost Blood left his body, it began losing its suppression. In less than a day, it has already spread over two thousand square meters, with a depth of at least two meters. That rate of growth is terrifying. More importantly, the amount of Ghost Blood is still increasing. At present, there are no signs of it stopping."
Wang Xiaoqiang frowned. "Perhaps we should be thankful that he did not die in Dachang City. Otherwise, his Ghost Blood could have flowed through the underground pipes, infiltrated the water supply, and entered countless homes. The entire city would have been paralyzed by that one ghost."
"However, I called everyone here today not only to discuss Yan Li's death, but also the deaths of He Sheng, Zhang Yiming, Ye Jun, and Ouyang Tian."
"In roughly ten days, our Xiaoqiang Club has lost five members. Nothing like this has happened since the club was founded. And such enormous losses were all caused by one