Under the sunshade.
Wang Xiaoming sat there without moving. On the table before him lay the first pitch-black, diamond-shaped awl.
As for Yang Jian, he had left.
"He refused?" Li Jun suddenly appeared beside him.
Wang Xiaoming said, "He'll agree. He just needs a little time. Besides, I like dealing with people who refuse me, because the moment they refuse, they understand what price they will have to bear and what consequences it will bring. People who clearly understand themselves are often more trustworthy than those who get impulsive at the sight of a little profit."
"All we need to do now is wait. I already gave him a subtle warning. He probably won't dare use that thing's plan again. After losing his last trump card, all he can do is trade with me. And my offer is high enough."
"Let's go. There are more important matters to handle. Put Yang Jian aside for now and let him get through the seven days of training first," Wang Xiaoming said as he stood.
At that moment.
Yang Jian walked alone along the road to the training base.
His thoughts were complicated.
Because Wang Xiaoming already knew about the human skin paper. Although Wang Xiaoming had never seen it, that did not stop him from figuring it out. After all, Yang Jian's hanging suicide last time had given him enough information.
"He wants the human skin paper because the research into the ghost coffin failed. He has to find another way to control ghosts, and my successful case gave him enough confidence. He thinks my method is the right one. And that terrifying existence that could mindlessly suppress three ghosts was also successfully ruined by Wang Xiaoming. It crashed completely and became a coffin nail."
Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly.
So, should