Chapter 118 Sequence Six Scroll Professor

After returning to the second-floor building, Wang Xiaoming did not rest, but summoned a teleportation portal and took down the weird words and weird language from the wilderness of knowledge.

"These two evil spirits have special abilities, but their spiritual strength is not high. Can they be refined together to become a spiritual weapon?"

Wang Xiaoming glanced at the two evil spirits in front of him and began to make plans in his mind.

The strange words and strange language are puzzle pieces of each other. They had originally merged into a fierce ghost in the body of the ghost rider Wei Yan. As a result, they were beaten into a dead state because of touching the forbidden power in the wilderness of knowledge.

At the same time, Guiyan and Guiyu were also broken up and turned into two evil ghosts again. Usually, when he used his spiritual power, he directly mobilized the abilities of the two evil ghosts and failed to perfectly combine the power of the two.

Now that he has been promoted to a Sequence Six Craftsman and has the ability to forge evil spirits, he naturally wants to forge the two evil spirits together to form a new whole.

At the same time, Zhao Jianguo found Xie Zhongquan with the coffin nails and reported the matter of the coffin nails.

In the office, Xie Zhongquan couldn't believe it and said, "Wang Xiaoming said that the coffin nails are related to Warehouse No. 1?"

"That's exactly what the professor said." Zhao Jianguo nodded.

Xie Zhongquan looked at Lu Zhiwen with a questioning look on his face.

"Really, Professor Wang did say that." Lu Zhiwen nodded.

Xie Zhongquan paced back and forth in the office with his hands behind his back, speculating: "Do you think this is related to the changes in Warehouse No. 1 this morning?"

Warehouse No. 1 is of great importance. The news of the unusual incident in the morning has spread to the top government officials, but no further changes have occurred so far, and everyone is still waiting and watching.

Zhao Jianguo's face turned a little ugly, and he said, "Thank you, Chief, we should not make random guesses."

Xie Zhongquan was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly and said, "It was just a joke just now, don't take it to heart. I already know about the coffin nails, and I will take care of the rest. That's it, you guys go ahead and get busy!"

Zhao Jianguo stood up and left, and Lu Zhiwen followed him with his eyes lowered.

In the office, Xie Zhongquan stood at the window and looked out with an expressionless face.

Around three o'clock in the afternoon, in the study.

As the white light faded, an ordinary black mask appeared in Wang Xiaoming's hand.

"I didn't expect it would be so difficult to refine two evil spirits together. Fortunately, Guiyan and Guiyu have been each other's puzzle pieces before, otherwise the refining would have failed this time." Feeling the consumption of the spiritual energy in his body, Wang Xiaoming felt somewhat fortunate.

After this refining process, he discovered that when refining supernatural weapons, adding one more evil spirit is not as simple as one plus one, and the difficulty increases explosively.

I was originally planning to refine a five-piece pencil case set, but now it seems I should take it slow.

The black mask was the result of this afternoon's work, which was made by Wang Xiaoming using tricks and lies. There was also a cartoon pattern in the middle of the mask, which showed lips with tongue sticking out, which looked a little cute.

Wearing the mask, he tried out the evil ghost ability a little bit and found that the effect was indeed much stronger than before and it was also more convenient to use.

The most important thing is that he felt that the black mask's spiritual power was obviously higher than any of the evil ghosts, Guiyan and Guiyu, and the ability of Yanling could affect other evil ghosts.

"If in the future, the wishing ghost, the ghost cabinet, the cheating ghost and other evil ghosts and the black mask are all melted together, I wonder how terrifying it will be?"

Wang Xiaoming fantasized about the future and felt that this idea was indeed worth a try.

But now he needs to rest. Since he came back until now, he has been forging for nearly two hours, which has consumed a lot of his spiritual energy. Although he has meditated in the middle, some things cannot be recovered in a short time.

After tidying up the study, Wang Xiaoming returned to the bedroom and quickly fell asleep.

At 6:50 in the evening, Wang Xiaoming woke up from his sleep.

After a quick wash, I went to the cafeteria to eat. On the way, I talked to Zhao Jianguo and learned that he was going to take action tonight to imprison the ghost of the light.

For unknown reasons, the ghostly shadows only appear late at night, which means that Zhao Jianguo and his team can only catch the evil ghost late at night.

So Wang Xiaoming was not in a hurry. After saying a few simple words, he hung up the phone.

Through some information currently available at the headquarters, he was very curious about the lights of the ghostly lights. According to his guess, these lights might very well be a special kind of ghost domain.

Just like the lights of the ghost bus in the original novel, you can use the lights to travel back and forth between reality and the supernatural world.

Or like in Ghost Taxi, the lights are the ghostland and the ghostland is the lights.

It just so happened that one of the topics he was researching involved content related to the ghost realm, and it was hard not to be interested when he saw this special and precious sample.

After dinner, Wang Xiaoming did not go back immediately, but wandered around in the night until he was completely relaxed physically and mentally, then he returned to his residence.

The Artisan Potion in his body has completely stabilized and his condition has been adjusted. He can now start to advance to the second level of scroll professor.

Lying on the bed in the bedroom, Wang Xiaoming's consciousness communicated with the core of the knowledge wilderness and sent out the message of the scroll professor.

Then the change occurs,

A stream of purple light flew out from the black tower in the wilderness of knowledge and also landed on Wang Xiaoming's eyebrows.

boom!
Countless pieces of information exploded in his mind, and at the same time, his whole body felt like it was being electrocuted, first with a tingling sensation, and then a burning pain.

Especially the eyes, which seemed as if someone had dropped pepper water on them. Tears kept flowing out, soaking the bedding beneath him.

"Why is every Potions promotion so painful?"

Wang Xiaoming endured the pain and began to divert his attention to other things in order to reduce the pain brought by the promotion.

Slowly, as the gift of the scroll professor was absorbed into his body, the discomfort brought on by the promotion began to disappear.

My eyes also returned to normal. Not only was the burning sensation gone, but there was a slight coolness instead.

Gasping for breath, he opened his wet eyes and looked up at the ceiling.

hum!
Wang Xiaoming only felt his brain shake and a roar came from his ears. Everything in front of him began to distort, and everything turned into knowledge. This is the world of knowledge.

Knowledge chases people!

When he understood this phenomenon, the world suddenly collapsed, and part of the knowledge turned into a torrent and fell on Wang Xiaoming.

a long time,

When Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes again, the world had returned to normal. The lights in the bedroom were bright, and the occasional barking of dogs could be heard from afar.

He stood up and looked towards the head of the bed, where were placed the black-framed glasses made of green leaf ghosts. He had taken off his glasses and placed them there before his promotion. At this moment, in his eyes, the original black-framed glasses turned into purple-black leaves again.

The Eye of Prying Secrets became stronger. No matter where he looked, as long as it was within a dozen meters of him, countless chaotic information would flow into his brain through the Eye of Prying Secrets.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoming hurriedly put on his black-framed glasses and forcibly closed his prying eyes.

Too much useless information has begun to affect his normal life. Fortunately, he had already made black-framed glasses in advance.

(End of this chapter)