"What is this?"
Yang Jian furrowed his brows as he looked at the golden rectangular box sitting on the table.
Wang Xiaoming, Zhao Jianguo, and Sun Lihong were approaching at this moment.
Because the initial price was set too high, or rather, outrageously high, they had to force Wang Xiaoming to come and negotiate in person.
And that was exactly what Yang Jian wanted.
"This is the latest achievement from my laboratory. It will be very helpful for you in handling paranormal events in the future. Trading this for Feng Quan will be a good deal for you."
As he spoke, Wang Xiaoming opened the golden long box.
Yang Jian looked on curiously.
Then he was taken aback. He had thought it might be some precious treasure, but upon opening it, to his surprise, it was a crimson candle that seemed to be made of coagulated blood.
Yes.
A red candle.
"A candle?"
Yang Jian's eyebrows shot up. "This thing is worth a Feng Quan? I think it's worth at most fifty cents."
