Chapter 112 Clay Figure
There was no way, Wang Xiaoming accidentally made too much.

The sludge already smelled bad to begin with, and now that it’s piled together in a large mass, it smells even more “fragrant”.

"The smell is gone..."

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and stopped casting the spell.

He was just about to use his powers of weird words and weird language, but when he thought that it might affect the results of the experiment, he did not use it.

Wang Xiaoming put on an extra layer of mask and started the experiment.

After a while, under Wang Xiaoming's manipulation, the black sludge turned into a simple clay statue, and even the odor became much lighter.

Throw identification at the clay figurine to get relevant information.

"It's just as I thought. It's caused by the supernatural derivatives."

Wang Xiaoming sensed the information he had identified and found that the ability of the clay man was to automatically erode and transform the surrounding environment after being activated until the supernatural power was exhausted.

The effect is very useless, but there is no way, this is the ability of sludge.

But what Wang Xiaoming was concerned about was not this, but the strength and duration of the supernatural power.

The strength can ensure that the supernatural items he made can be used normally in supernatural events, and the preservation time can show whether the supernatural power in the items he made is stable.

This clay statue meets the standards in both aspects, and it seems that his experiment has been a preliminary success.

The next step was to combine the abilities of other evil spirits with this supernatural derivative. He put the clay figure he had just made aside and started a new experiment.

I don’t know how much time has passed or how many times I have failed.

Wang Xiaoming finally made a black clay figure with the abilities of a pencil ghost.

“Not bad!”

Looking at the black clay figure in his hand, he felt the result of the appraisal and made an evaluation.

The ability of the pencil ghost is curse. After it is made into a clay figure, its ability is naturally still curse. The method of using it is not complicated.

You just need to place the photo of the cursed target under the feet of the clay man, and the target will be cursed by the clay man. The same method applies to dealing with evil spirits.

At the same time, the temporary command post of the Ming Tombs.

Jiang Shangbai came here with nearly twenty ghost riders from his circle of friends.

"My name is Ah Hong, and I'm responsible for receiving you. Follow me." The person who received the circle of friends was a female ghost rider from the headquarters, with a cold expression.

Before Jiang Shangbai came, Fang Shiming had told him not to cause trouble, so he naturally followed behind obediently with his ghost riders.

In order to prevent ordinary people from mistakenly entering, the headquarters moved the blockade line outward, and all residents within the blockade area were arranged to other places.

They were currently walking on a wide road, surrounded by military green tents, and military police walked by from time to time.

"This is where you will rest temporarily."

Ah Hong stopped and pointed to a row of simple houses in the distance.

"What? You're just going to let us live here?"

"Hey! We are here to help, you should at least arrange a hotel for us!"

"I won't live in this tin house. Whoever wants to live here can live here!"

When these ghost riders from the circle of friends saw that the headquarters arranged such accommodation for them, they became angry and said they would quit.

Even Jiang Shangbai looked embarrassed. This place was really too simple. Tin huts were common on construction sites. Even when he was at his lowest point, he would not have lived in one.

"Beauty, this place is so simple. Didn't the headquarters arrange a hotel or something?" Jiang Shangbai asked.

Ah Hong's expression remained unchanged as she said calmly, "This is the headquarters' arrangement. We will also be staying in this kind of room for the rest of the time. If you don't want to, please go back!"

This statement again aroused the dissatisfaction of the ghost riders. "Let's go back, Brother Jiang. When have our friends ever been so cowardly?"

"Yes! Brother Jiang, let's go back!"

"Go back, the people at headquarters are looking down on us."

Jiang Shangbai wanted to persuade them, but he didn't know what to say. Should he say that the situation is stronger than people and that their circle of friends now need to curry favor with the headquarters?
The noise here was soon noticed by soldiers patrolling in the distance. Each of these soldiers was fully armed. They followed the sound and surrounded the ghost riders in the circle of friends.

The leading soldier recognized the female ghost rider and stepped forward to salute her:
"Sir, do you need any help?"

"no, I'm fine!"

Jiang Shangbai quickly shouted, "This is all a misunderstanding, calm down... calm down!"

Jiang Shangbai explained while comforting his ghost riders, fearing that a fool would come out and mess things up. After all, most ghost riders have unstable emotions.

Fortunately, things did not develop in a bad direction. These people shouted fiercely, but none of them actually took action.

Seeing that the situation had calmed down, Ah Hong waved her hand and asked the soldiers to retreat.

“Is there a problem living here?”

"No problem, it's just a place to stay. Resting anywhere is not resting."

"That's good. Come to the headquarters for a meeting at 6pm. We will assign you specific tasks then."

"Ok."

After Ah Hong left, Jiang Shangbai's face had already darkened. He looked at the people in front of him and said:

"This mission is very important to our circle of friends, and there must be no mistakes. If anyone drags us down, I will kill them!"

After saying that, he went into a simple house by himself. The rest of the people looked at each other and then dispersed.

Several ghost riders who were on good terms with each other chose a simple room. As soon as they entered, one of them said:

"Yang Wei was shouting the loudest just now. I thought he was very powerful, but he became weak when those soldiers arrived."

"Hahaha! Otherwise, his name is Yang Wei. If not him, who will?"

"It's not his fault, actually. Jiang Shangbai is so cowardly. It's really shameful."

"We can't help it. Everyone knows that there is supernatural gunpowder in the headquarters. Maybe the guns in these soldiers' hands are loaded with supernatural bullets. After a volley of bullets, how many of us can survive?"

"Oh! It's so frustrating!"

Late at night, in the Ming Tombs,

“Ghost lights were found in area A3!
Ghost lights found in area A3!
Ghost lights were found in area A3!"

There was a sudden sound from the intercom, but Jiang Shangbai did not move.

At the six o'clock meeting, the headquarters assigned them tasks. Each ghost rider was responsible for an area, which was distinguished by letters and numbers.

The area Jiang Shangbai is currently in charge of is D2, which is a core area and is far away from area A3. By the time he gets there, the ghost has already run away.

"Ghost lights found in area D1!"

whoosh...

As soon as the message was spoken on the intercom, Jiang Shangbai turned into a black line and left the spot.

D1 is right next to him, and it would take less than ten seconds to get there using the ghost domain.

Soon, Jiang Shangbai saw a dazzling white light swaying in the deep night, and at the source of the white light was a distorted ghost shadow, behind which a blurry world was looming.

But what attracted Jiang Shangbai the most was the struggling figure in the white light. He was very familiar with that figure. It was the ghost rider who came with him today. If he remembered correctly, this person was the one guarding area D1 tonight.

(End of this chapter)