Chapter 111 A good start

In the headquarters laboratory,

Wang Xiaoming took out his phone and called Xi Wensheng. He told him the number of the evil spirit he needed and agreed on the approximate time of delivery.

He paused the experiment, sat down to rest and read the paper he downloaded yesterday.

There is still plenty of time, so he is not in a hurry for this experiment.

At the same time, on the top floor of Ping An Building.

"We don't have much time left in our circle of friends. If we continue like this, we will be eliminated by the times sooner or later." Mr. Fei, who is slightly plump, said with a serious expression.

There were two people sitting in front of Mr. Fei, one was Fang Shiming, a director in the circle of friends, and the other was Jiang Shangbai, a ghost rider that the circle of friends had recently focused on training.

Hearing what Mr. Fei said, Jiang Shangbai, as a newcomer, was obviously a little unconvinced and retorted: "Mr. Fei is a little alarmist. Our circle of friends is obviously developing very well."

Snapped!
President Fei threw a stack of documents onto the table and pointed at them.
"Take a look at these data first. They are the company's latest risk estimates. Our circle of friends is already standing on the edge of a cliff. If we take one wrong step, we will be doomed."

Jiang Shangbai picked up the document hesitantly and started reading it. After a while, he lost his composure and said, "How... could this be?"

Fang Shiming, who was standing by, also finished reading the document and became serious: "Boss Fei, just tell me what you think!"

“Since the emergence of the supernatural gunpowder, the headquarters has been able to basically control supernatural incidents that occur across the country, and their attitude towards us civilian ghost hunters has also changed.

In the past, we tried to attract them, but now we have a tendency to suppress them. Moreover, our appeal to wild ghost riders is not as good as that of the current headquarters. The number of ghost riders who joined us this month has dropped to half of that of last month. "

President Fei continued, "We should change our attitude towards the headquarters now. At least we can no longer bargain with the headquarters like before."

Jiang Shangbai hesitated and asked, "What do you mean?"

"I have contacted the top management of the headquarters and am ready to give up some of my interests and work hard to get closer to the headquarters so that we can at least share some resources."

"Sharing resources? This is something that neither the German Union nor the Jianguo can do. The headquarters will never agree to it."

"Not necessarily! Unlike foreign forces, we are at least native Chinese. In addition, when the Ghost Rider Department was established at the headquarters, our circle of friends made great efforts. Whether it is people or things, we are not vague.

With the help of our supporters at headquarters, this may be possible.”

Indeed, when the Ghost Hunter Department of the headquarters was first established, a lot of people in the circle of friends paid a lot of money. Even Wang Xiaoming joined the headquarters from the circle of friends.

Wang Xiaoming’s research and inventions account for at least half of the headquarters’ current power. If Wang Xiaoming had not left at that time, perhaps all the inventions in the headquarters would now be from their circle of friends.

As he was talking, Mr. Fei's phone rang. After answering the call, Mr. Fei said with a smile, "The headquarters has agreed to our circle of friends' participation in the supernatural events at the Ming Tombs. This is a good start."

Jiang Shangbai also smiled and was happy about the news.

Only Fang Shiming felt distressed. He thought back to the time when the headquarters had begged the circle of friends to handle supernatural events and allowed them to set their own conditions. Now the situation was completely reversed.

If their friends want to help, they have to find someone to arrange it in advance, which is really frustrating.

But who can be blamed for this?
Do you blame Wang Xiaoming? He invented the supernatural gunpowder and various powerful supernatural props, which led to the expansion of the headquarters' strength and he no longer cared about his circle of friends.

"No, it's not his fault! This world is a place where the strong prey on the weak. If you want to blame someone, blame it on my circle of friends not being strong enough." Fang Shiming sighed softly, having figured it out.

"Mr. Fang, what do you think?" "Well... you're right, this is a good start."

At one o'clock in the afternoon, after lunch, Wang Xiaoming returned to the laboratory.

The evil spirit that was taken from Warehouse No. 1 this morning has been sent to the laboratory.

Using a small golden suitcase, Wang Xiaoming pulled it directly into the lounge nearby and performed the teleportation ritual with ease, teleporting the golden suitcase to the wilderness of knowledge.

Then he took four steps in a row, and his spirit left his body and arrived in the Wilderness of Knowledge. He opened the golden box, revealing a short figure inside. There was a piece of yellow paper of fake death on the figure's forehead, which served as another layer of insurance.

This evil ghost was also recently placed in Warehouse No. 1, and it has not been there for long.

The information showed that it was Feng Quan, the head of Dachang City, who imprisoned a fierce ghost in a supernatural incident. Two ghost handlers from his circle of friends also died at that time.

The code name of the evil ghost is the transformation ghost.

It has two forms: giant and miniature. Each form has different rules of supernatural attacks. This is rare among evil spirits.

At that time, after Wang Xiaoming identified the relevant information, he became very interested and specifically looked up relevant information about this evil ghost.

This time he needed a ghost with supernatural powers, and he immediately thought of this transforming ghost.

When a transformed ghost is in its reduced form, it will produce a dark and smelly sludge around it. This sludge will erode and transform the surrounding environment, which is a way for the transformed ghost to attack.

And these sludges are the supernatural derivatives of the transformed ghosts.

Wang Xiaoming controlled the light mist floating around to form an arm, and with a slight movement he peeled off the yellow paper on the evil ghost's forehead.

The peeled yellow paper turned into ashes in an instant. At the same time, the transformed ghost showed obvious signs of recovery. Black mist began to appear around the evil ghost and slowly formed sludge, trying to erode the wilderness of knowledge.

This kind of change is the instinct of evil spirits. They have no wisdom and no emotions. They are just like a running program. When the suppression disappears, they begin to enforce their own rules in the surrounding areas.

The wilderness of knowledge would naturally not tolerate it. An invisible wave descended, directly crashing the transformed ghost into a state of paralysis. The dwarf, who was originally less than one meter tall, became even smaller, only half of his original height.

Wang Xiaoming stretched out his hand to summon the transformed ghost, picked it up easily with one hand, and then placed it together with its predecessors.

Then return to the real world with the golden box.

"This ability is very interesting!"

Wang Xiaoming used the knowledge wilderness to control the ability to transform into a ghost and felt the difference between the two forms.

When it becomes gigantic, the transformed ghost can manipulate the air and attack within its line of sight. When it becomes smaller, it can transform into mud, or it can only produce mud for erosion or attack.

"The disadvantage is that you can't use two abilities at the same time, otherwise this evil ghost will become even more terrifying."

After returning to his private laboratory and throwing the golden suitcase aside, Wang Xiaoming prepared to use its derivatives to create supernatural items.

He first used his ability as a ghost to produce a large amount of black sludge, and then turned around and increased the ventilation capacity of the laboratory to the maximum.

Because it stinks so much!

(End of this chapter)