If you can't see something, you won't think about it; once you see it, you will know, and once you know, you'll want to have it.
The new No. Ten was in such a situation now.
He had never thought about it before because it was impossible, hopeless, and unremembered, so naturally, he never thought of it.
But now, that new vision took root and sprouted uncontrollably.
Suppressing his thoughts, he continued to act in the role of Ten.
They communicated with each other, exchanging information. He knew about Daqian and the broad expanse of the East Sea, but he wasn't particularly familiar with them.
He now began slowly mastering everything in this area as No. Ten.
He would only silently deliver the information he grasped to the Health Club; he would do nothing else.
Any losses here would have nothing to do with him.
If worst came to worst, he could even discard his identity as Ten.
In the Health Club, Yu Ziqing looked at the Jade Scroll left by No. Eight and combined it with the existing intelligence.
He was almost certain in his heart that those people had taken the death row inmates, turning suitable people, in terms of cultivation and abilities, into White Water Eggs to work for them.
No. Seven—the hungry ghost Li Wucheng—was , and the original No. Ten probably was too.
No wonder those people sent No. Ten to Qiguang Trading Company to purchase items.
The owner of Qiguang Trading Company dared to sell so casually.
The former No. Ten was very likely the already executed son of Qiguang Trading Company's big boss.
Those people saved his son, transformed him into No. Ten, needing only to reveal a bit of news or have some other way for the big boss to discover and confirm it himself.
Wouldn't that mean Qiguang Trading Company could operate for them?
Moreover, they didn't have to give any benefits to Qiguang Trading Company, nor directly control it. Even if things went wrong, no one could find anything.
These guys had pushed risk and cost control to the extreme.
They didn't need to cultivate people themselves, and after using them, throw them away when they felt it was necessary.
And the peripheral forces were not directly controlled, and didn't participate in any management; whatever they wanted could easily be obtained through the peripheral forces.
The cost they had to invest was merely how to let a death row inmate conceal the truth and transform into a White Water Egg.
And this so-called cost might have been completed through peripheral forces, without them participating directly.
If things went wrong, those peripheral forces would bear the brunt of the consequences.
Once the benign cycle unfolded, it could be called free charge.
And it was the ultimate free charge.
Even though Yu Ziqing deduced this entire method now, he had no solution.
It was fundamentally impossible to trace back to their core through the periphery.
The huge Divine Dynasty had too many death row inmates, many requiring capital punishment.
To hide it from the execution scene's verification step would be impossible unless caught red-handed; otherwise, nothing major would be revealed afterward.
Even the biggest flaw, the death row inmate himself, had already turned into a White Water Egg.
If you said the original death row inmate was indeed dead, there really wasn't anything wrong with it.
Those involved could only ever lead back to the periphery, no matter how you traced.
These people really knew how to play.
Unfortunately, no matter how fancy the play or how secure the defense, a mole would always be effective.
The new No. Ten probably wasn't enough.
He had to wait for No. Seven to gradually regain consciousness. Being the Imprint Bureau Ambassador's memories, the memory of the White Water Egg, and the memory after becoming a hungry ghost, these three identities intertwined and didn't restore all at once.
Recovering a bit here, a bit there, messy as it was, it was quite remarkable No. Seven hadn't gone mad yet.
Take it slow, Yu Ziqing wasn't in a hurry. If No. Seven's recovery didn't go well, Yu Ziqing wouldn't have him do anything.
Having suffered so much, finally starved to death to become a hungry ghost, he could also just be an ordinary hungry ghost, which was the only bit of comfort in a desperate situation.
In the underground palace, No. Three, the White Water Egg, removed No. Seven's corresponding Shadow Devil eyeball from the groove of the stone wall.
Demonic Qi floated from his palm as he chanted a spell, barely audible like a mosquito's hum.
Along with the spell, the Shadow Devil eyeball gradually emitted a thread of light, turning entirely pitch black.
No. Three, the White Water Egg, looked at the black reflection within the eyeball and the faint swirling light, nodding in satisfaction.
Not seeing something was normal; this thing was meant to be the last resort, and he was just verifying its presence.
This was the first experiment to see if the methods left behind would remain after the transformation into a hungry ghost.
The second was to observe what No. Seven would be like after turning into a hungry ghost.
Since the Shadow Devil's eyeball was still there, the inherent solidified Secret Technique should also remain.
If No. Seven turned into a hungry ghost and still had no facial features, it wouldn't be much of an issue.
Based on his years of understanding of hungry ghosts, these creatures, unlike the Divine Dynasty, with regional recognition, identity recognition, and bloodline recognition.
Hungry ghosts had high racial recognition; as long as it was a hungry ghost, it would naturally be united.
So, according to his research, the only way to infiltrate the hungry ghosts was to become one.
By becoming a hungry ghost, no matter how odd, it wasn't strange, since quite a few of those hungry ghosts were peculiar.
Continue developing this way, and they would be like the Black Sky Devil, indistinguishable by appearance alone.
No. Three, the White Water Egg, was thoroughly pleased; the experiment was very successful. Now he just had to wait until No. Seven regained consciousness.
After confirming these, he addressed the outside.