Qin Hao felt the Purple Gourd brimming with Evil Ghosts and wandering spirits.
"Imagine, if I were to refine the tens of millions of Evil Ghosts and wandering spirits in the gourd, turning them all into Essence Pills to enhance my own Magic Artifact, wouldn't I be making a fortune?"
"How many Essence Pills would that yield?"
Even if each Evil Ghost produced one pill, that would be tens of millions of Essence Pills.
Wouldn't that be striking it rich?
But Qin Hao merely entertained the thought, these Evil Ghosts were after all from the Underworld.
He couldn't refine them himself.
Otherwise, the six realms of reincarnation on Blue Star might be thrown into disarray.
Forget it, forget it.
Qin Hao suppressed the urge to refine them directly.
At the same time, he began to contact Yang Ye.
"Brother Yang, how is the situation at the Ghost Gate?"
