Meanwhile, in a dark and deep alley in Beijing, inside a very dilapidated old house, a man was half-reclining on a bed.
The man's complexion was extremely pale, exuding an unusual, unhealthy pallor.
"How are you recovering?" a strangely appearing man inquired, appearing before him.
"Not bad," the man nodded, then asked, "Ghost King, why did you save me?"
The one called Ghost King had an unusual purple hue on his face, and an insect-like creature poked its head out from his collar, looked around, then retracted.
"You don't need to know why," Ghost King said, revealing a smile that seemed unnervingly sinister, "Lei Long, since I saved you, you should repay me, don't you agree?"
"Hmph, naturally, I, Lei Long, always repay my debts!" Lei Long declared.
"Then, can you give me that thing that keeps you alive?" Ghost King's face turned a crimson color, and he suddenly began to tremble as if he were having a seizure.
