"When it came to this bottle—no, it should be called a soul bottle—I had to start with a friend I knew. It was probably three days ago."
Wan Delu sat on the sofa in silence for quite a while. After gathering his thoughts and steadying his emotions, he finally began explaining the origins of that peculiar bottle.
Yang Jian sat beside him, listening with a calm expression.
But then he remembered something and waved a hand. "Wait a moment. I nearly forgot something."
Wan Delu froze briefly and looked at him.
Yang Jian's Ghost Eye opened eerily at that moment, sweeping across the presidential suite. When it closed again, a pile of electronic components of all kinds had appeared on the coffee table before him.
"Liu Xiaoyu reminded me before that even the computers in my home could be hacked by Headquarters. Now that we're in J City and have been placed somewhere specifically arranged for us to rest, surveillance methods are unavoidable. There probably aren't any secrets to be had when speaking here."
He shook his head slightly.
Those listening devices had been placed in extremely concealed locations. Without sweeping the room with his Ghost Domain, they would have been impossible to find.
"Those are bugs?" Wan Delu's eyes widened. "There are way too many of them."
"Never mind that. Continue." Yang Jian said.
Wan Delu nodded and carefully recounted what had happened to him three days earlier.
The details were not especially complicated. He had developed a passion for antique collecting over the past few years, so he had gotten to know a friend who bought antiques.
Three days ago, Wan Delu and his friend had gone to an antique street in a small town. His friend had received word that a batch of antiques had suddenly appeared