"Now, give me my reward for this time."
Several hundred million—even Jett, who considered himself to have a good mindset, couldn't help but feel a little excited.
"Let's go."
Trevor was also straightforward and didn't show any intention of regret.
After all, facing such a powerful figure, not to mention trying to curry favor with him, just his strength alone made Trevor dare not refuse. He estimated that a single breath from this guy could annihilate a little ghost like him.
A few hours later.
Jett held a bearer bond with a delighted expression, and the string of numbers on it made him a bit thrilled.
A hundred million!
If he spent it carefully, it could last him until his next life.
"Bianca, here you are."
After the excitement, Jett tossed the bond directly to Bianca, as his life was now mainly managed by this little servant girl.
"Thank you, sir."
Bianca picked up the bond with an excited expression, not because of the large amount of money, but because she was happy that Jett actually let her manage the accounts. She knew that most men would give their money to their wives.
Thinking of this, a blush appeared on her pale face. Although she was a ghost, she could still feel shy, and this was unrelated to whether she was healthy or not.
"Don't hold it in your hand. I remember you have a personal space, right? Put it in there."
"Ah!"
Bianca gave a dazed look and whispered, "Sir, you knew?"
"Of course, I knew."
Jett shook his head and said, "Since you like it, keep it, but don't take it out easily."
"Thank you, sir."
Upon hearing this, Bianca's face lit up with excitement.
Seeing this, Jett couldn't figure out why a delicate little girl like her liked violent things so much. Wasn't it uncomfortable to use whips? Why did she insist on weapons?
However, since Bianca liked swords, Jett suddenly thought that there were a few martial arts scripts on swords techniques in his bookcase. He wondered if he could mutate a few of them one day and teach Bianca.
He just didn't know if ghosts could use the moves inside.
"I'll take my leave first."
Trevor saw that there was no use in staying any longer and spoke up.
Being with Jett put too much psychological pressure on him.
"Go, but remember to tell me if you have any news about the Ghost King or if there are any powerful guys around."
Seeing that Trevor was quite clever, Jett figured he wouldn't fare too badly in the ghost world. He decided to use Trevor as a spy in the ghost world ahead of time so that he could get advance notice of any major developments.
If used well, most of the future black mist might rely on Trevor's information.
"Definitely."
Trevor naturally agreed. As an ordinary little ghost, it was difficult for him to survive in the ghost world. He might be annihilated by a ghost with a bad temper one day. It was necessary to find a backer, and the current one was more than suitable.
"Then I'll take my leave."
After saying this, Trevor was about to leave.
"Wait!"
Jett suddenly thought of something and called him back.
"Is there anything else?"
Trevor was a bit puzzled.
Jett looked at Trevor and nodded, saying, "I suddenly thought of something that should be able to protect you for a while, but it might be a bit dangerous. Do you want it?"
"Yes, of course!"
Trevor's face lit up with joy and immediately agreed.
As for danger?
What good thing didn't come with a bit of danger? He had been in business for so many years and had seen various scenes. There were countless people like them who had lost their families and fortunes doing business, yet countless others still rushed in.
Moreover, having a powerful figure as a backer was only verbal support. If others didn't know about it, it was useless. He still needed something practical.
Now that there was an opportunity, he couldn't miss it.
"Alright."
Jett nodded and put his index finger into his mouth, biting hard. Soon, a drop of blood was squeezed out.
As soon as this drop of blood appeared, Trevor and Bianca quickly stepped back.
The vitality in the blood was too terrifying.
Although ghosts liked to absorb the yang energy from human blood, this blood was too terrifying for them to dare to absorb.
"Boss, what are you going to do?"
Seeing this drop of blood, Trevor had an ominous feeling.
"See this drop of blood?"
Trevor nodded.
"I'm going to inject this drop of blood into your soul body now."
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, Trevor panicked instantly and said, "Let's talk this over. I couldn't handle this kind of benefit."
"Don't think too much. I know you couldn't handle this drop of blood, and even the Ghost King probably wouldn't dare to absorb it if he came. I'm not asking you to absorb it. I'm just putting this drop of blood on you. So that if you encounter others of your kind who try to harm you in the future, you could take it out and intimidate them."
This was something Jett thought of based on the situation with Cecilia. His blood had an extremely powerful restraining effect on ghosts. If used properly, it could be used as a protective charm.
"I couldn't do it. I don't want it."
Trevor quickly waved his hand. If he really put this drop of blood on himself, he might be killed by it before any of his kind could harm him.
"Don't worry, I have a certain degree of confidence."
Since Jett reached the perfect stage of the "Eleven-Faced Avalokitesvara Heart Dharani Sutra" last time, he had a special feeling.
He felt that he could integrate his will into his blood cells in conjunction with his martial arts realm that could break through the void and see the divine realm.
Just like this drop of blood in his hand, due to the strong vitality in his blood, he could completely control this drop of blood to flow back and reintegrate into his body.
As long as the vitality in the blood didn't dissipate, this effect would persist.
This reminded Jett of a mystical power in the myths of his previous life.
Rebirth from a drop of blood.
He felt that as long as he continued to strengthen his body, he might reach the level described in myths.
Of course, this was just a thought for now. He still needed to continue relying on black mist to improve himself.
"Are you really confident? You're not lying to me?"
Seeing Jett's confidence, Trevor believed part of it.
"Lying to you? Do you think there's anything on you worth lying to?"
It wasn't that Jett looked down on Trevor. A little ghost like him wasn't worth much black mist.
Thinking about it, Trevor realized that he was no longer the respected tycoon he once was. He was just a ghost with no attachments or worries. The only savings he had were already given to Jett. What else did he have?
"Alright, come on. At most, I'll just die again. I've already died once."
Trevor said magnanimously.
"Here it comes..."
As soon as the words were spoken, Jett flicked his finger, and the drop of blood containing his will entered Trevor's soul.
Although ghosts didn't have bodies, they had three souls and seven spirits. Among the three souls of heaven, earth, and fate, the fate soul represented the most important part of oneself. This drop of blood directly entered Trevor's fate soul.
"Ah!"
As soon as this drop of blood entered Trevor's fate soul, it immediately caused a violent reaction, making him suffer greatly and roll on the ground.
"Don't resist. Try to accept it. Otherwise, you will surely die."
Jett could control his blood not to actively stimulate the soul body, but he was afraid that Trevor's soul would resist autonomously. If the resistance was too intense and the fate soul died, then Trevor would be finished.
As time passed, Trevor gradually calmed down, and Jett knew that it had succeeded.
As long as Trevor didn't actively stimulate it, this drop of blood wouldn't be harmful to him.
Of course, the prerequisite is that Trevor does not actively make an enemy of Jett. Otherwise, before Jett could control it himself, the will inside, sensing hostility, will take action first.
Actually, this was also a way of indirectly controlling Trevor.
Trevor was very clear about this in his heart.
As for whether there were any other benefits, Jett wasn't sure, but he felt there should be more than that.
"Ah, that's comfortable."
After enduring the pain, Trevor suddenly sat up from the ground with a relaxed look on his face.
"How do you feel?"
Jett asked curiously.
"It feels like being reborn. I feel very fulfilled. The Yang energy inside doesn't have any hostility towards me; instead, it's nourishing my Yin soul."
Trevor answered truthfully.
"That's good. You could go now."
The experiment is done, so you could leave now.
Trevor didn't say much this time. With a respectful expression on his face, he gave a slight bow and disappeared.
It seemed that he had already figured out his current situation.
All of this was voluntary and unrelated to others.
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