Wang Chaling stared at the Starving Ghost sitting on the chair inside the safe room. His eyes flickered as all sorts of thoughts surged through his mind.
He was certain that no one outside knew he had stolen Headquarters' Starving Ghost. So after the Ghost Herder, Chen Qiaoyang, appeared, the first thing he needed to determine was whether Chen Qiaoyang had taken away the Starving Ghost he had kept in the safe room.
The possibility was low, but he still had to confirm it.
"This is currently the only confirmed ghost in the supernatural world that can restart and has been successfully contained. Both the Starving Ghost itself and that coffin nail are immensely valuable—especially to me. Otherwise, I would never have risked stealing the Starving Ghost from Headquarters."
Even now, recalling that decision still left Wang Chaling with lingering fear.
If the matter had been exposed, Headquarters would have hunted him down.
But although there had been risks, he felt they were within the limits he could bear.
First of all, he had not acted personally. It had been his grandfather and grandmother, who had already become ghosts.
Ghosts did not die.
So even if they had failed, nothing would have happened. Besides, when Headquarters had been dealing with the Ghost Painting, all its experts had been deployed. The people left behind had almost no chance of stopping the Wang Family First Generation ghosts.
The result was obvious.
He had succeeded.
He had forcibly stolen the Starving Ghost from Headquarters and hidden it in the safe room until today.
For the time being, Wang Chaling did not dare touch that coffin nail.
He had carefully studied the files on S-class supernatural incidents and the Starving Ghost. With a ghost of that level, any carelessness could cause a catastrophic disaster.