Chapter 117: The coffin nail is finally in place?!
The inside and outside of the barrier are like a world where even light cannot pass through.

Within the boundary,
Wang Xiaoming summoned the teleportation gate, and saw an illusory portal appear inside the barrier, and then wisps of black air floated down from the portal.

It fell on the coffin nail in the center of the ceremony. At the same time, the white forging light emerged and, under the guidance of the ceremony, moved from the periphery to the central coffin nail, like a light strip that suddenly lit up.

"Spiritual consumption is normal, and there is no abnormality in the teleportation gate. Yes, the worst thing did not happen."

Wang Xiaoming watched the ceremony go smoothly, and he finally felt relieved.

This was the first time he used this magic ritual and he simplified many steps in the process. Now it can run normally. It can only be said that he is very talented in mysticism.

The supernatural suppressive force from the evil spirit in the ancient painting did not get out of control. Under his guidance, it obediently merged with the coffin nails in the ritual. This should be due to the constraints of the wilderness of knowledge.

The forging ceremony proceeded in an orderly manner, and the spirituality in his body continued to flow away.

About ten minutes later, the illusory teleportation gate disappeared, and the white light derived from the forging ability began to become thinner and disappear. The supernatural suppression force was completely integrated into the steel coffin nails.

The coffin is nailed?!

When the forging ceremony was over, the barrier disappeared, leaving only a 30-centimeter-long nail.

Wang Xiaoming picked up the coffin nail placed in the middle of the ceremony. The originally silver steel coffin nail had now turned dark, like a pure black wooden thorn. He felt an inexplicable pressure when he held it in his hand.

Appraisal!

There was a gleam in his eyes, and bits and pieces of information about the coffin nails kept appearing in his mind.

"It's really done!"

After interpreting the identification information he had just received, Wang Xiaoming felt a hint of joy in his heart. The coffin nails he had just forged really had the ability to suppress evil spirits in an almost unstoppable way, just as he expected.

As long as you are nailed by the coffin nails, you will feel the supernatural oppression that the ancient painting ghost has endured for a thousand years.

"With this coffin nail, the ghost in the light will be easily taken down unless it is particularly powerful."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the coffin nail in his hand, called Zhao Jianguo and asked him to come to the laboratory.

After hanging up the phone, he simply cleaned up the floor and then used this time to meditate and restore his spirituality.

The continuous use of the craftsman's forging ability consumed a lot of his spiritual energy, and his spirit became a little sluggish, making him unsuitable to continue working.

When he fully recovered spiritually, it was almost noon.

Zhao Jianguo also rushed over, followed by a strange ghost rider.

"Professor Wang, do you want me to come here to deal with the ghost lights?"

As soon as he entered the laboratory, Zhao Jianguo said with full anticipation.

Wang Xiaoming did not speak immediately, but looked at the ghost rider following behind him.

"Lu Zhiwen, a ghost rider trained by the Ministry of Law, is now listed at the headquarters and is one of us." Zhao Jianguo explained on the side.

Lu Zhiwen seemed to be a quiet person, but when he was mentioned, he nodded to Wang Xiaoming.

"Lu Zhiwen?"

Wang Xiaoming thought of a headquarters captain who appeared in the later part of the original novel. His name was Lu Zhiwen. It seemed very likely that this was the person.

Although he performed poorly during the national war and was quietly offline, his opponent's ghost abilities are very interesting. Whether it is a puppet substitute or writing a name to find someone, it has great research value.

But now is not the time to talk about this. Wang Xiaoming handed the coffin nails to Zhao Jianguo and said:

"This is a supernatural weapon I just made. It's very precious. With it, you can take down the ghost of light." Zhao Jianguo took the coffin nail and felt a heaviness in his hand. He weighed it and asked, "What is this thing called? How do I use it?"

"Let's call it a coffin nail!" Wang Xiaoming said, "It's actually very simple to use. As long as the evil spirit is nailed by the coffin nail, it will be imprisoned."

"What!?"*2
Zhao Jianguo and Lu Zhiwen both exclaimed in disbelief.

"Professor Wang, has what you said been confirmed?" Zhao Jianguo asked hurriedly.

Lu Zhiwen also looked at Wang Xiaoming intently.

"That's not true!"

The eyes of Zhao Jianguo and Lu Zhiwen dimmed noticeably.

"But... we can do a simple experiment to easily prove the truth of what I said."

Zhao Jianguo and the other man opened their eyes wide again and asked in unison: "What experiment?"

Wang Xiaoming smiled slightly, pointed at the coffin nails and said, "It's very simple, you just need to ask Lu Zhiwen to take the coffin nails."

Lu Zhiwen quickly reacted and said, "Professor Wang, do you mean that I will be suppressed by the spirits as long as I hold the coffin nails?"

"Right!" Wang Xiaoming said in a tone of appreciation, "You reacted quickly. The coffin nails only work on supernatural ghosts. Ordinary people can't sense the difference when holding them, but it's different for ghost riders. As long as they hold them in their hands, they can naturally feel the suppression of the supernatural by the coffin nails."

Zhao Jianguo was a little worried and asked, "Is there any danger?"

"It's okay. The coffin nail has two parts: the handle and the blade. The handle is the safe part I designed. You won't be suppressed by the supernatural when you hold it. The blade is the body of the coffin nail, and it's where the supernatural suppression power is the strongest." Wang Xiaoming explained.

Zhao Jianguo nodded. He remembered that Wang Xiaoming had taken the coffin nail by the handle.

Lu Zhiwen stepped forward and took the coffin nail from Zhao Jianguo's hand. Because he had been reminded in advance, he did not touch the blade of the coffin nail.

"Such a strong spiritual suppression!"

As soon as Lu Zhiwen grasped the handle of the coffin nail, he felt the powerful force attached to the coffin nail. The supernatural power in the parts of his body that came into contact with the coffin nail fell silent and was difficult to mobilize.

Before I even touched the blade of the coffin nail, the spiritual power in my body had already been affected. If I was really pierced by the coffin nail, I would definitely die.

I can't even use a puppet substitute to exert this kind of suppression.

Lu Zhiwen was terrified by the power of the coffin nails, because compared to the supernatural ghosts, they were actually more effective in restraining the ghost riders.

"How is it?" Zhao Jianguo asked from the side.

After Lu Zhiwen carefully placed the coffin nail on the table, he said solemnly: "It's true. This coffin nail has a strong spiritual suppression effect. It is not a problem to imprison the ghosts of the lights in the Ming Tombs."

Wang Xiaoming said calmly, "I'm right."

"That's right, that's right!" Zhao Jianguo looked excited and couldn't let go of the coffin nails.

"I am very interested in the light ghost. If you have it imprisoned, you can send it directly to me."

Wang Xiaoming seemed to have thought of something and continued:
"Oh, there's one more thing I need to remind you of. It's best not to put the coffin nails into Warehouse No. 1, because the materials I use are suspected to be from the same source as Warehouse No. 1. When the two meet, it's very likely that something unpredictable will happen."

"Okay, no problem," Zhao Jianguo nodded and said, "I'll pass on the order for this matter, and there will be no problem."

After a brief chat, Zhao Jianguo and Lu Zhiwen left.

It was already noon, and Wang Xiaoming did not work anymore. Instead, he had lunch and returned to his residence.

(End of this chapter)