"How bored must I be to watch horror movies all night?"
Jett looked at Bianca, who was still vibrant and leaning against him, with a speechless expression.
He would have been better off going out to earn some black mist if he had known this would be the result.
Thanks to his martial arts skills, Jett could stay tireless for days, but this kind of all-nighter was completely worthless.
"Sir, don't be distracted, it's getting to the exciting part, the ghost is about to come out."
Bianca suddenly tugged at Jett, who was distracted, and said excitedly.
Jett's expression was blank as he glanced at the ugly-faced ghost on the TV. He wanted to say that real ghosts were much more impressive than this. What ghost would kneel when making an entrance and have mercy on the female protagonist?
And in the end, it was melodramatically purified by the female protagonist's emotions and chose to liberate itself.
Just then, the phone on the table, which Jett had put down, suddenly rang.
Jett instantly perked up and picked up the phone to answer it.
"Hello, who is it? What do you want?"
Jett, who was annoyed by Bianca, really wanted to find something to do.
"It's me, Trevor."
The voice came from the other end of the phone.
Trevor?
Yesterday, Trevor was asked to monitor whether the Ghost King of Vogo would return.
"Has the Ghost King of Vogo returned?" Jett asked.
"No."
"Why are you calling if he hasn't? And I remember that you, a little ghost, shouldn't be able to make phone calls, right?"
A little ghost was just an ordinary ghost. Except for the seventh day after death when they could become slightly noticeable, they were usually almost invisible and intangible, like air.
"Thanks to you, sir. I killed a ghost yesterday and devoured its resentment, which allowed me to successfully advance to become a stronger spirit, so I could contact you now."
He had become a stronger spirit?
Upon hearing this method of advancement, Jett was somewhat dissatisfied.
"What kind of ghost did you kill?"
"According to your preferences, I didn't kill indiscriminately. I only killed those ghosts who killed innocents."
Trevor felt that he was quite perceptive and had judged that Jett cared about that.
Hearing Trevor's answer, Jett nodded.
Besides this, there was another very important issue.
"You should know the price ghosts have to pay for eating too many other ghosts."
Jett had heard a lot about ghosts from Bianca, including cannibalism among ghosts.
Although ghosts could eat other ghosts and quickly increase their strength, there were serious side effects.
One was that eating too many could easily make them lose their sanity, which was akin to schizophrenia in the human world. Because souls carried memories, eating indiscriminately could easily cause their own spirits to become confused.
The second was being disliked, repudiated, or even hated by their fellow ghosts. Eating other ghosts might not have immediate consequences, but doing it too much would cause a peculiar smell that only ghosts could detect to emanate from their bodies. Once detected by their fellow ghosts, they would either keep their distance or kill them on the spot.
Trevor was his spy in the ghost world. If he encountered any of these problems, all his efforts would be in vain.
A drop of blood.
It sounded simple. Losing a drop of blood might not matter much to an ordinary person, but for someone with a stronger body, their blood was more precious, and it was difficult to replenish it through ordinary means.
Using the law of conservation of energy as an example, a drop of blood from a master of martial arts contained more energy and blood power than an entire adult, so naturally, more was needed to replenish it.
Although losing a drop of blood might not have a significant impact on Jett, it didn't mean he didn't care. It was still his own thing.
"I know."
"Then why did you eat it?"
"Sir, the first time I ate it was to slightly increase my strength so that I could help you more easily. But after eating, I discovered a great secret."
A secret?
Jett's eyebrows furrowed.
"What secret?"
"I discovered that your drop of blood actually has the ability to purify souls. That is to say, the side effects of eating ghosts are not significant for me. Even if I control the speed of eating ghosts and give myself enough time to digest, there won't be any side effects."
"???"
Jett was stunned. It seemed that his blood had such an ability, which was quite extraordinary.
However, he knew that there was a price for being extraordinary.
"Are you going to say next that the energy and blood power in that drop of blood is being consumed faster, and you want a few more drops?"
Jett was not worried about his martial will. It was mainly used for intimidation and control, and was unrelated to purification ability. If it had to be related, then it was the energy and blood power.
"You're really smart, sir."
Trevor chuckled foolishly and didn't dare to say too much.
"I understand what you mean. Let me put it this way: if you could satisfy me, giving you a few more drops of blood is no big deal."
Jett was not lacking in energy and blood power. This stuff might be precious to an ordinary martial arts master, but for him, it was just like eating a few more meals. After all, the depleted energy and blood were like learning mutated martial arts skills. He could easily replenish them by eating.
However, no matter how much black mist he got, he still felt like he was lacking. If Trevor could really find many powerful ghosts, he wouldn't mind motivating him.
"Thank you, sir."
Trevor was delighted. Although he knew that the more blood he asked for, the more he would be controlled by the will in the blood, he wanted strength. Being controlled didn't matter. At the moment of his death, he had understood that both as a human and as a ghost, he needed a backer.
And Jett was his biggest backer.
"Is that all you have to say?"
Jett continued to ask.
"Of course not."
Trevor chuckled and said, "Sir, I have news about the Ghost King of Vogo."
He hadn't wasted his efforts working all night.
"Where is he?"
"In the east of Vaauco District, on a desolate mountain beside the river. The Ghost King went there as a guest. I'm not sure of the exact location, though. After all, I'm still too weak and my level of contact is too low."
At the end of his words, Trevor couldn't help but play a little pitiful.
"Alright, I got it. After I confirm, come and find me."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
"Sir, have you found that Ghost King?" Bianca asked.
"Mhm."
Jett nodded and turned around to say, "This time, you stay here. I'll go alone."
"Okay."
Bianca knew that she couldn't help even if she went, so she agreed. Besides, a qualified woman shouldn't cause trouble for her man. These were lessons summarized online.
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