Lin Long was very unlucky.
He had been inexplicably taught a lesson and locked in that dark, oppressive environment for over half an hour. If Ghost Tamers were not a bit special, he would have suffocated to death by now.
But during those thirty-plus minutes, he had truly despaired. That feeling of receiving no response, of being buried alive, could drive anyone mad in even a single minute.
And without even knowing it, he had been sold by Yang Jian.
The price was quite lovely.
If Lin Long had known he was worth that much, he probably would have wanted to sell himself.
As for his final outcome, it was not very pleasant.
Yang Jian dug him out from underground, but did not even open the box or let him out. He was carried straight out of the meeting room and onto a transport plane, bound for some unknown destination. It gave off the bleak feeling of a body being dumped in the wilderness.
This is what happens when you court death. Never be like Lin Long, everyone silently lamented.
More than two hours later, the meeting was finally coming to an end.
Yang Jian had finished his operation report, and Wang Xiaoming had also summarized the incident. Unlike Yang Jian, he did not spout nonsense. Instead, he rationally emphasized the horror of an S-class supernatural incident and urged everyone to remain vigilant. This was not an incident one person could handle.
Of course, if anyone was still willing to believe Yang Jian, then they deserved to die in that pit.
Ghost Tamer Headquarters did not keep idiots.
After this meeting, all the Ghost Tamers began reevaluating Yang Jian.
Setting aside the extent of his achievements, the key facts alone spoke for themselves: he had effortlessly dealt with Ghost Tamer