Chapter 19: Supernatural Magazine
Interpol Asia Headquarters,

In the captain's office,

Zhao Jianguo excitedly held the microphone in his hand and asked again: "Professor, do you have any remaining bullets?"

"There are two more magazines." Wang Xiaoming's calm voice came from the other side.

After hearing the confirmed information, Zhao Jianguo hurriedly said: "Professor, it's like this. I need to use these two magazines to convince some people. Can I..."

"No problem, just send someone to get it." Wang Xiaoming did not refuse. The research on the magical gunpowder had come to an end, and these bullets did not mean much to him.

But Wang Xiaoming didn't care, but someone did. Just when he promised Zhao Jianguo, he heard a cough from the side. It was Li Jun who was holding the magazine.

"Here's a magazine for you. It suddenly occurred to me that there are some things I haven't tested yet."

"Okay...Okay, Professor, wait for me, I'll be there right away." Zhao Jianguo did not doubt it. He hung up the phone and ran out immediately.

When he reached the door of the building, he seemed to remember something. He quickly called someone to send him a silver suitcase, and then got on the car to the experimental base.

Wang Xiaoming didn't have to wait long before he saw Zhao Jianguo jogging over, with a little follower following behind him, carrying a silver briefcase.

"Huh...Huh, Professor, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long." Zhao Jianguo was a little out of breath, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Captain Zhao is busy with all kinds of things every day, why do you always run around alone?" Seeing Zhao Jianguo's embarrassed look, Wang Xiaoming teased him casually.

"I'm worried. The things this time are too important. I won't trust anyone else to do it." Zhao Jianguo took the magazine handed to him, his expression became more solemn, and he casually ejected a few bullets and observed them carefully.

But the ammunition was wrapped in gold, and no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't see anything.

Zhao Jianguo simply put the bullets back, took the briefcase from his follower and handed it to Wang Xiaoming.

"Professor, I brought the ghost rider blood you requested this time. There are ten in total, from different ghost riders."

After Wang Xiaoming took the briefcase, he smiled and said, "I just told you this morning to collect the blood of ghost riders, and you delivered it this afternoon. When did the headquarters become so efficient?"

After hearing this, Zhao Jianguo did not explain but just smiled foolishly.

"Oh, right," Wang Xiaoming reminded, "Currently, the production of spiritual gunpowder uses Li Jun's blood. If it really becomes popular, he alone can't supply it."

"I've thought about what the professor said. What about the man in the suit under Longmen Town? He also controls some of the ghost fire." Zhao Jianguo said.

"Of course you can, but that evil spirit is quite terrifying. There are at least four ghosts on his body. Are you sure you can take him down?"

"It's very difficult to succeed with our current strength, so I plan to ask Mr. Qin to help."

Speaking of Mr. Qin, Wang Xiaoming's memory emerges of an old man wearing a gray coat, with age spots all over his face and leaning on a cane.

This is a ghost rider from the Republic of China period. It is said that he was born a ghost rider. He is now a hundred years old and knows many secrets.

I just don't know why, but the other party rarely reveals things about the Republic of China period. He joined the Ghost Control Department when it was established, and his strength is unfathomable.

Wang Xiaoming, who has read the original novel, knows that this Mr. Qin not only possesses the ability to restart time within a certain range, but can also communicate with his future self and obtain information about the future.

By predicting the future, Old Qin made secret arrangements and tried not to take any action, thus reducing his interference in the present world. Zhao Jianguo asked him to take action, but he didn't know if it would work.

However, ever since Wang Xiaoming awakened his innate wisdom, it has become impossible for this world to develop as Qin Lao had expected.

I just don’t know if Mr. Qin will notice the changes I have brought to the world. If he does, will he come to find me?

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help thinking about it, talked with Zhao Jianguo for a few words and then left.

After parting with Zhao Jianguo, Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun walked towards the cafeteria. They had only eaten one meal that day and now that they had some free time, their stomachs were already rumbling.

After dinner, Wang Xiaoming did not go back to the dormitory to rest, but returned to the experimental building with Li Jun.

"Professor, are you going back to do the experiment?" Seeing Wang Xiaoming return to the experimental building, Li Jun who was following behind him asked in confusion.

"Almost. I need to go through the ghost rider's blood sent by Captain Zhao as soon as possible, otherwise the supernatural power will dissipate." Wang Xiaoming said with a smile.

"Do you need me to call the others?"

"No need. No one else can help you with this." Wang Xiaoming walked briskly and pushed open the door of the experimental building.

He couldn't wait to be promoted to Sequence Eight.

After two experiments during the day, he had digested most of the magic potion in his body. He originally thought that the magic potion would be completely digested in a few days, but he didn't expect that Zhao Jianguo would send him ten bottles of Ghost Rider's blood today.

Compared to slowly doing experiments and learning new knowledge, memorizing spiritual runes can better promote the digestion of the potion. As long as Wang Xiaoming remembers all the runes in the blood of these ten ghost riders, he can completely digest the potion.

Walking into the experimental building, Li Jun found that there were quite a few people in the building in the evening. They were busy working. This made Li Jun feel strange. Don’t these people eat?
Unlike Wang Xiaoming who stops the experiment at a certain time, many professors are overtime maniacs and study matters related to the supernatural day and night.

However, studying the supernatural requires luck and intuition. Sometimes, no matter how hard you work, you still can't find any useful supernatural items. Wang Xiaoming has a deep understanding of this.

Without paying attention to others, Wang Xiaoming went straight back to the familiar Laboratory No. 3, came to the familiar workbench, and began to make microscope specimens using specialized tools.

He skillfully observed the ghost rider's blood under the microscope, wrote down the mysterious runes he saw, and soon he had finished studying the blood of one type of ghost rider.

Wang Xiaoming did not stop and continued to take out another bottle of ghost rider's blood. Unlike when he just took the potion, Wang Xiaoming had now digested most of the potion, and the total amount of spiritual power had almost doubled.

At this point, he can use the Clairvoyance combo five times in a row without his spiritual energy running out.

As time passed, Wang Xiaoming memorized more and more spiritual runes, and the feedback from the magic potion in his body became more and more intense. Just when he was memorizing the runes in the blood of the fifth ghost rider, the magic potion of the universalist was completely digested.

The moment the potion was completely digested, Wang Xiaoming felt a sense of freedom he had never felt before. The memories in his mind were like a river flowing in his mind. The memories of his previous life were the starting point of the river, and the memories of this life were the main trunk of the river rushing towards the future.

There are also countless complex memories that spontaneously form tributaries, making the disorder become order. Wang Xiaoming is very relaxed now. No matter how many memories he has, there is no pressure on him.

If he used memory recall before like flipping through a book to find the answer, now he is using a computer and can directly search for the information he wants, which is more than a little improvement.

At the same time, the gift of the Secret Peeper was completely unlocked. He could see more clearly now, and he was confident in performing dream divination. He had a deeper understanding of some of the ritual magic in his memory, and perhaps he could use it in this world after some modifications.

But these are not the most important things. The most important thing is that he can take the Sequence Eight potion and become a Sequence Eight archaeologist of the Craftsman Path and a Sequence Eight Combat Scholar of the Spellcaster Path.

However, within about a week, Wang Xiaoming completely digested the Sequence Nine potion. This would have been impossible in the mysterious world. This miracle only happened because he was in another world, isolated from most of the influence of the Creator.

Wang Xiaoming looked up at the cameras in the corner and Li Jun who was standing guard nearby. This was not a good place to take the potion.

The Sequence Eight of both paths enhances physical abilities, and it is likely that major changes will occur when you advance. If others see it, it will be too difficult to explain.

Although his method of taking the potion was very covert, Wang Xiaoming still decided to return to the dormitory for promotion.

He put the remaining blood of the ghost rider back into the silver suitcase, cleaned up the table and said to Li Jun:

"Let's go back. I'm a little tired."

Li Jun nodded in agreement, without any suspicion. After all, there were too many things happening today. First, he used his blood and Zhurong Stone to study the magical gunpowder, then went to the hospital to pick up Wang Xiaoqiang, and after returning, he continued to experiment with the magical bullets.

Li Jun himself felt tired, not to mention Wang Xiaoming who was an ordinary person.

After returning to the dormitory, Li Jun moved into the room that Cao Yang had lived in before. The room had already been cleaned by a special person and was fully furnished, so one could move in with just their luggage.

Wang Xiaoming returned to the room, put on slippers, took off his white coat, and to create a sense of ceremony, he also took a shower and changed into pajamas.

In the living room, Wang Xiaoming took four steps forward and silently said in his heart:

"The essence of knowledge, the root of mystery."

"The glory of civilization, the persistence of truth."

Countless whispers were heard, and things in front of him began to distort. Compared to when he had just drunk the potion, he felt a lot more relaxed.

Wang Xiaoming's spirits were instantly lifted, and he was like a flying fish leaping out of the water, and instantly arrived in a new world - the wilderness of knowledge.

This place was still the same as the last time he came here, with an empty city of Dajing standing in the endless wilderness.

Normally, he would only go into the Wilderness of Knowledge when making identification spells, and the time he stayed there was very short.

Mainly because there were too many things to do, he never modified the scene here, and Dajing City always remained the way he imagined it.

Wang Xiaoming landed on the rooftop of Ping An Hotel, silently sensing his connection with the source core. Under his thoughts, a black tower appeared. Unlike before, two streams of light flew out of the black tower and then disappeared again.

Two streams of light, one blue and one purple, flew into Wang Xiaoming's spiritual body. He felt his head explode and then heal. When he came to his senses, he found that he had returned to the real world.

I looked at the clock and saw that only one minute had passed from the beginning to now, so not a lot of time had passed.

Suddenly, just as he was about to check the magic potion in his body, countless heat currents began to appear throughout his body. Wang Xiaoming felt as if he was being burned in a furnace. Then countless cold currents appeared, making him feel like he was in a world of ice and snow.

While his body was being transformed, Wang Xiaoming could also hear the mumblings around him. Just hearing them gave him a splitting headache and made him feel dizzy.

Strange symbols began to appear on his skin, and even phantom eyes appeared on his face.

'What's going on? Haven't I completely digested the potion? The reaction to this potion is too strong.'

Even in this negative state brought on by taking the potion, Wang Xiaoming still retained a trace of clarity of mind.

The reaction to the potion this time was too great, and he clearly felt something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)