Yang Jian had remained submerged in ghost blood for three months, his fate unknown.
There were no walls that did not leak. After Li Yang revealed Yang Jian's condition, although everyone kept it confidential, the matter gradually spread as time passed.
Headquarters and its captains were the first to learn the news. Their positions and authority were high enough that they were qualified to learn of major events in the supernatural circle immediately.
"Cough, cough... Even Yang Jian had to face the test of ghostly revival?"
A hoarse, strange voice came from a safe house in Dadong City.
Under a ghastly white lamp, Wang Chaling lay on a hospital bed, his entire body wrapped in bandages. The air around him was thick with sandalwood incense, yet even that could not conceal the stench of severe decay emanating from his body.
Even so, Wang Chaling still forced his rotten body to remain alive.
"Three months? That is far too long. Yang Jian probably will not survive this trial. It looks like the era of captains is coming to an end."
Wang Chaling spoke slowly. His face was also wrapped in bandages, leaving only his nostrils and mouth exposed. His eyes had long since rotted away under the erosion of the supernatural. In his current state, he could no longer appear before people normally. He could only linger in the safe house, barely clinging to life, while using the telephone to remotely direct and arrange matters.
Fortunately, he was special. Even if he could not move, as long as he remained alive, he could order the dead souls of his parents and grandparents to do anything.
Therefore, Wang Chaling still held Dadong City's situation firmly under control.
"I cannot die yet. I must keep living. A Zhen is only six months pregnant