Chapter 185 A Gentleman is Good at Making Use of Things
"Sir Ichiro, do you want me to send a captain from our country to assist the members of your Exorcist Club in solving the supernatural incidents that occur in the island country?"

Cao Yanhua suppressed the anger in his heart and asked in a deep voice.

"That's right, Minister Cao is a smart man, much smarter than that idiot Mishima."

At the Exorcist Club, Ichiro is still feeling proud of himself.

"I can make the decision and offer the conditions. Three pieces of ghost porcelain, one supernatural item, and the evil spirits imprisoned and restricted in the incident. The captain who comes to support can choose three to take away, and the Exorcist Society can also provide ten tons of gold as a reward. How about this? Is this condition enough to show my sincerity?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ichiro, I can't make a decision for the captain. Compared to the island country, the situation in our country is also very bad. Various levels of supernatural events are emerging one after another. Even if the captain-level ghost riders go to deal with them, they will suffer heavy losses. I'm afraid they don't have the time and energy to travel to the island country."

"Also, let me kindly remind you that the era of the supernatural has already begun. If Mr. Ichiro still has this attitude and doesn't take the ghost riders seriously, and uses them as consumables or tools, I'm afraid he won't end well."

"There is an old saying in our country, which goes, 'Man's greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant. Mr. Ichiro, please take care of yourself.'"

After saying that, Cao Yanhua hung up the phone.

"This Ichiro is arrogant and ignorant, even worse than the previous Mishima. At least he can communicate normally and show enough sincerity."

"He actually asked me to send a captain of the same rank as Yang Jian to the island country, and asked the captain to assist the so-called core members of their Exorcist Society to solve supernatural incidents. What else can he be but an idiot?!"

Cao Yanhua was so furious that he even smashed the ashtray on his desk, which shows how angry he was at the time.

"I'm afraid Ichiro must have used some dirty tricks to get to this position. In the past week, three more members of the Exorcist Society died in the paranormal incident codenamed Suit Ghost. The situation in the island nation has completely collapsed."

Shen Liang said with a wry smile that as senior executives of the headquarters, they were also very concerned about the situation abroad. After all, the island country was very close, and it was not impossible for supernatural events to spread to the country.

"Forget about him. The headquarters has recognized the mistakes of the previous decision in time. It is correct to delegate power to the captain and the ghost rider now. The words of ordinary people have no weight in this era unless they have special value."

Cao Yanhua sighed, picked up a pack of cigarettes and went out.

At the same time, at the headquarters experimental center, Wang Xiaoming's experiment has come to an end.

"Almost over."

Wei Jing, who stood like a sculpture, suddenly spoke up, because he saw that the isolation room next to him suddenly became extremely quiet, which was usually a sign of the end.

"Either explode in silence or perish in silence."

When a supernatural event reaches this stage, something is bound to happen next. Whether it is success or failure, there will always be a result.

However, judging from the surface, Cao Yang should have the upper hand.

The armless ghost who was pressing people down and the ghost who was carrying people on his back were almost completely stuck together. The thick black shadow was like a pool of ink splashed on the body of the ghost who was carrying people on his back, except that there were always two black lines at the end of the shadow connecting the soles of Cao Yang's feet.

On the other hand, Cao Yang himself also completely replicated the image of the oppressive ghost. The photo ghost and the carrying ghost joined forces to fight against the oppressive ghost, and all the conflicts are about to end.

Smelly and sticky blood continued to ooze out of Cao Yang's body. This ghost blood did not flow to the ground, but spread along Cao Yang's limbs, quickly wrapping him up into a bloody man.

Not only that, the shadow of the oppressive ghost also began to change. The oppressive ghost was originally a ghost that replaced Cao Yang's shadow. It was two-dimensional and had no substance. Now it wanted to turn back into a shadow, but the oppressive ghost's existence hindered the process. After an unknown amount of time, everything returned to calm again, but the scene in the isolation room was a little difficult for Wang Xiaoming to understand:

The ghost that was pressing people down appeared strangely between the standing Cao Yang and the ghost shadow on the ground, forming two angles between the man and the shadow. Half of the soles of the dead man's feet were on the shadow, and the other half were on Cao Yang's feet. However, this ghost that was pressing people down looked very unreal and transparent, just like a... shadow.

In addition, Cao Yang also returned to his original appearance. On his shoulder, one could vaguely see the illusory and blurry outline of another ghost. It was the existence of this ghost that suppressed the blood that continued to seep out of Cao Yang's body, and a new balance was taking shape.

What puzzled Wang Xiaoming was not just that. At this moment, Cao Yang had an indescribable strange feeling, as if he was a person trapped in a photo, with a huge, invisible photo surrounding him and enclosing him.

In a place that Wang Xiaoming could not see, the ghost in the photo also showed the appearance of a ghost that was oppressing people. It was also blurry, but it could be identified as a ghost that was oppressing people.

"Failed, or succeeded?"

Although Wang Xiaoming's expression was relatively calm, his heart was already in turmoil.

In a room in the headquarters, an old man and a middle-aged man with heavy makeup were communicating with each other.

"Mr. Qin."

Li Jun said respectfully.

"Well, it's good to be alive."

Old Qin's face was deeply wrinkled and covered with age spots, but he managed a smile at this moment, and he seemed very pleased.

"There are some things I need to explain to you. It will also help you solve supernatural incidents in the future. In short, don't be so impulsive and use your brain more. The biggest difference between humans and ghosts is wisdom. Wisdom is an extremely important factor in solving supernatural incidents."

"Understood. I will remember Master Qin's teachings."

"It's not a teaching, it's just something I said casually. To put it bluntly, everyone will die one day. I chose to resurrect you at this time because you are not destined to die now. Even if you die, it shouldn't be meaningless. You can create more value when you are alive. Do you understand?"

Li Jun nodded thoughtfully. Wang Xiaoming had said something similar, but he said it more bluntly and it sounded more cruel.

"Give me a message."

"Bring it to whom?"

"It doesn't matter who you tell it to. Wang Xiaoming, Wei Jing, Cao Yanhua, whoever you think is suitable to hear it, just tell him or her."

Old Qin chuckled and said slowly:

"Fate is predetermined. Efforts can only change one's own fate, but not fate. This world is so cruel. No, it should be said that the world is inherently so cruel."

"I remember that. Is there anything else you want to tell me, Mr. Qin?"

"Yes, and it's about you. Will-o'-the-wisp, ghost painting, Ping An Building, and ghost messenger. These ghost things will be your capital from now on. A gentleman is good at making use of things, and the same is true for soldiers."

(End of this chapter)