chsdbacks Chapter 61 Taking Stock of the Harvest
Chapter 61 Taking Stock of the Harvest
[You are the chairman of the Zhongzhou Club. Due to some conflicts, you clashed with the club members, and you were the only survivor. Thanks to Chu Mo, whom you have known for many years, you were rescued. From then on, you listened to him and regarded him as a close friend.]
Using a pencil, Chu Mo wrote the following text on a newspaper and then stuck the derivative newspaper onto Wang Jincai's face.
As the newspaper began to absorb the ink, the words written on it began to be imprinted deep into Wang Jincai's memory.
Not long after.
The bride's spirit vanished, and Wang Jincai opened his eyes in anguish.
The smell of blood filled his nostrils, and he looked around blankly.
The familiar yet unfamiliar environment made his mind a little disoriented, but when he saw Chu Mo, his expression immediately relaxed.
"Chu Mo, what's wrong with me...?"
Wang Jincai asked instinctively.
Looking at the chaotic scene around him, he seemed to realize something and immediately knelt down before Chu Mo.
"Chu Mo, thank you so much for saving me. Those members in the club are traitors; they actually tried to gang up on me. They're utterly lawless!"
Wang Jincai's face showed resentment, but at the same time he tightly grasped the other person's hand, his gratitude overflowing.
Chu Mo nodded; the influence of the newspapers was obvious.
He asked, "The reason they treat you this way is perhaps because you took the benefits from the powerful forces behind you. Think about it carefully."
Upon hearing this, Wang Jincai began to ponder.
But he quickly shook his head, denying it:
"Impossible! I've always been the only one who knew how to contact the club and the Church of God. I've also shared everything they've received from this collaboration, whether it's supernatural drugs or drugs to suppress relapse. I haven't shortchanged them on anything. They're just insatiable, a bunch of ungrateful wretches!"
Chu Mo narrowed his eyes, locking onto the "Church of God" that the other party mentioned.
Only those Westerners would do something like that, to be worshipped as God.
"What kind of collaborations do you usually have? How exactly do you work together? Do you have a fixed point of contact or equipment?"
"Our usual cooperation is very simple. The church of God asks for evil spirits. As long as we can provide them, they will give us appropriate benefits, such as ten bottles of drugs to suppress recurrence, or things like gold."
"In addition, they would also ask us for information about the country, and ask us to find a way to infiltrate the Asian Ghost Tamers in order to obtain more information."
"I created Cheng Hao's identity myself. If that guy hadn't been so stupid, and hadn't been... um?"
Wang Jincai's mind went blank for a moment, and he blurted out instinctively, but then he subconsciously looked at Chu Mo.
"Is there a contradiction between the influence of the derivative newspapers and this guy's memories?"
Chu Mo pondered for a moment, but his face remained expressionless.
However, Wang Jincai quickly shook his head, "Sorry, Chu Mo, my memory is a bit confused right now."
He continued, "In short, that guy was exposed. His strength was too weak, and headquarters didn't grant him many privileges. I should have stuffed another ghost into the lab for him back then."
"A laboratory? You have the means to forcibly turn ordinary people into demon tamers?"
"No, but there is a demon tamer among the people in the Church of God who can do this, including cooperation. I have been in contact with him."
"What's his name?"
"I don't know the name, but I do know the code name."
Wang Jincai thought for a moment, "It seems to be called... a pianist, but we can't contact him proactively, we can only passively accept the invitation."
"Besides that, there is a ghost tamer called the doctor. It was he who made Cheng Hao a ghost tamer, and those drugs were also developed by him."
"How could the people in this church of God possess such methods?"
Yan Li, standing to the side, found it incredibly unbelievable. He hadn't expected that the other side of the sea had a greater grasp of the supernatural than they did.
Chu Mo remained silent, absorbing the information the other person was sharing.
He did know the pianist; he was a king who participated in the national war later on and was mainly responsible for intelligence.
As for that doctor, Chu Mo didn't know much about him.
But since they can create supernatural drugs and forcibly create ghost tamers for living people, their abilities must be extremely bizarre.
"Are these drug clubs still around?"
"There were only three bottles of medicine to suppress the resurgence of vengeful spirits in the safe in my room. You helped me deal with these people from the club, so the process of your own vengeful spirit resurgence should have accelerated quite a bit, right?"
Wang Jincai said with a magnanimous air, "Since you've helped me deal with these club guys, you can have the drugs. Just leave me one bottle."
"However, while this drug can suppress resurgence, it also has certain negative effects. Overuse can lead to dependence, and the next time the vengeful spirit in the body stirs up, the pain will be even greater. Moreover, once the treatment is stopped, the resurgence will accelerate exponentially."
Chu Mo nodded upon hearing this. He had Yan Li make a trip and successfully brought over a gold safe.
Wang Jincai opened it, and there were indeed three bottles of medicine inside, but besides that, there was something else: an old radio.
Next to the radio was a cassette tape, and it seemed that putting it on would produce dangerous sound.
Chu Mo took them all out, and upon seeing this, Wang Jincai couldn't help but say, "Chu Mo, leave some for me. Look at my current state..."
Seeing this, Yan Li couldn't help but look at Chu Mo, but his eyes showed more pity for the club chairman.
Chu Mo smiled, but his smile was strange and eerie.
At least in Wang Jincai's view, that was not a good intention.
It seems that this action reminded Wang Jincai of some memories influenced by newspapers.
He suddenly stepped back, his face showing a look of terror.
"You...you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wang Jincai bent all his knees and knelt down before Chu Mo.
His head drooped, and like the others around him who had also died kneeling, he had completely lost the breath of life.
Yan Li shook his head. This kind of person doesn't even deserve to oppose Brother Chu. He can't even tell the difference between a king and a queen.
"Take inventory of the goods and see if anything is missing."
Chu Mo used a talisman to suppress Wang Jincai in place, and at the same time gave instructions to Yan Li beside him.
The two roughly counted that the club had a total of ten members, which added up to twelve ghosts.
This could be exchanged for at least twelve dollars in paper money at a gambling den.
However, there is no such idea for the time being. Zhou He's ghost skin, Cheng Yao's humanoid ghost, and the ghost inside Feng Lu's body all have great potential for development.
Among them, the ghost skin and the bellyband should be able to become the puzzle pieces of the dried corpse bride. If Huanggang Village lies in the ghost coffin later, we can try to bring these two ghosts along to complete the bride's supernatural story.
In addition, he gave the three bottles of suppressant drugs to Yan Li. Yan Li's current condition is such that he can only barely hold a portion of the ghost blood in his paper suit, but it can only serve as a container and is at risk of overflowing at any time.
This medication can significantly improve the severe recovery situation, at least for a period of time.
When the medicine runs out, it will be time to revive Yan Li in the Ghost Mirror and extract the ghost blood.
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