There weren’t many words written on the monkey skin, so it didn’t take Qin Ye long to get through all of the words. Wang Chenghao blinked vacantly and asked impatiently, “What does it say? Hang on… why are the dollar-signs on your eyes?!”

“What do you know? These are symbols of delight! Double the symbols mean double the delight!” Qin Ye snorted as his eyes gleamed brightly.

I guess this is yet another learning point… Who would’ve thought that there would be more spoils of war to be had at the end of the road?

He had gained much from the acquisition of the script of death. Not only were there the two special Yin spirits, Kwon Kyung-ho and Ryu Changmin, there was still the harvest of faith, as well as other gains.

Tangible gains.

“What perfect timing. Come, let’s go see what these foreign special organizations have to say to us.”

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Back in the mortal realm, right in front of the entrance to Gonjiam Asylum. The psychics were all staring at the main door with their hearts beating right out of their chests.

There was far too much at stake over here. Truth be told, there weren’t many recorded instances of successful peace talks in the history of the world. After all, as soon as Yin spirits discovered a lordless land, they would never be able to restrain themselves from viewing it as a hunting ground abounding with an abundance of food. Thus, they knew better than to keep their hopes high.

That said… they were still the last bastion of hope for the entire...