Chapter 111 A Good Start

In the laboratory of the headquarters,

Wang Xiaoming took out his phone and called Xi Wensheng, telling him the number of the evil spirit he needed. After agreeing on the approximate time of delivery,

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

There is still a lot of time, and he is not in a hurry for this experiment.

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

"There is not much time left for the circle of friends. If we continue like this, we will be eliminated by the times sooner or later." The slightly fat President Fei said solemnly.

There are two people sitting in front of President Fei, one is Fang Shiming, the director of the circle of friends, and the other is Jiang Shangbai, the ghost rider who has been focused on training in the circle of friends recently.

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

Pop!

President Fei threw a stack of documents on the table. He pointed at the documents and said:

"Take a look at these data first. They are the latest risk estimates within the company. Our circle of friends is already on the edge of a cliff. If we take a wrong step, we will be doomed."

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

Fang Shiming, who was standing next to him, also finished reading the document and his expression became serious: "President Fei, just say whatever you think!"

"Since the emergence of the supernatural gunpowder, the headquarters has basically been able to control the supernatural events that have occurred across the country, and the attitude towards us civilian ghost riders has also changed.

In the past, we tried to win them over, but now we have a tendency to suppress them. Moreover, our attraction 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 by half compared to last month."

President Fei continued, "We should change our attitude towards the headquarters now, at least we can't bargain with the headquarters like before."

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

"I have contacted the senior management of the headquarters and am ready to give up some interests and move closer to the headquarters with all my strength, so that we can at least share some resources."

"Sharing resources? This is something that neither Delian nor Jianguo can do, and the headquarters will never agree to it."

"Not necessarily! Unlike foreign forces, we are at least locals, and when the ghost-controlling department of the headquarters was established, our circle of friends made great efforts. Whether it is people or things, we are not ambiguous.

In addition, if the people we support in the headquarters make some efforts, this matter may not be impossible to accomplish."

Indeed, when the ghost-controlling department of the headquarters was first established, the circle of friends lost a lot of blood, and even Wang Xiaoming joined the headquarters from the circle of friends.

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

While talking, Mr. Fei's phone rang. After answering the phone, Mr. Fei said with a smile: "The headquarters has agreed to our circle of friends to participate in the supernatural events of the Ming Tombs. This is a good start."

Jiang Shangbai also smiled and was happy about the news.

Only Fang Shiming felt depressed. Thinking back to the beginning, it was the headquarters that begged the circle of friends to handle supernatural events and let them put forward conditions. Now the situation is completely reversed.

They want to help, but they have to find someone to arrange it in advance. This is really too aggrieved.

But who can be blamed for this?

Blame Wang Xiaoming? He invented supernatural gunpowder and various powerful supernatural props, which led to the expansion of the headquarters' strength and no longer cared about the circle of friends.

"No, it's not his fault! This world is the law of the jungle. If you want to blame someone, blame the circle of friends for not being strong enough." Fang Shiming sighed softly, and he had figured it out in his heart.

"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 spirits from Warehouse No. 1 in the morning have been sent to the laboratory.

Using a small golden suitcase, Wang Xiaoming directly pulled it into the lounge next to it, and performed the teleportation ritual with ease, teleporting the golden suitcase to the Knowledge Wilderness.

Then he took four steps in a row, and his spirit came to the Knowledge Wilderness. He opened the golden box, revealing a short figure inside, with a piece of fake death yellow paper on the forehead of the figure, which was another insurance.

This evil spirit was also recently put into Warehouse No. 1, not long ago.

The information shows that it is an evil spirit imprisoned by Feng Quan, the head of Dachang City, in a supernatural incident. At that time, two ghost riders in the circle of friends also died.

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

It has two forms, giant and miniaturized, and each form has different supernatural attack rules. This situation is rare among evil spirits.

At that time, after Wang Xiaoming identified the relevant information, he was very interested and specially checked the relevant information of this evil spirit.

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

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

And this mud is the spiritual derivative of the transformed ghost.

Wang Xiaoming manipulated the light fog floating around to form an arm, and with a slight movement, he peeled off the yellow paper on the forehead of the evil ghost.

The peeled yellow paper instantly turned into ashes, and at the same time, the transformed ghost showed obvious changes in recovery. Black mist began to appear around the evil ghost and slowly formed mud, trying to erode the knowledge wilderness.

This change is the instinct of the evil ghost. They have no wisdom and no emotions. They are equivalent to a running program. When the suppression disappears, they begin to exercise their own rules around.

The knowledge wilderness will naturally not indulge it. An invisible wave descended, directly hitting the transformed ghost into a dead end. The dwarf who was less than one meter tall became even smaller, only half the original height.

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

Then he returned to the real world with the golden box.

"This ability is very interesting!"

Wang Xiaoming used the knowledge wilderness to manipulate the ability of the ghost, feeling the difference between the two forms.

When it is huge, the ghost can manipulate the air and attack within the sight range. When it is reduced, it can turn into sludge, or it can only produce sludge for erosion or attack.

"The disadvantage is that you can't use two abilities at the same time, otherwise the horror of this evil ghost will rise to a higher level."

Back to the private laboratory, throwing the golden suitcase aside, Wang Xiaoming prepared to use its derivatives to make supernatural items.

He first manipulated the ability of the ghost to produce a large lump of black sludge, and then turned around and turned the laboratory's ventilation capacity to the maximum.

Because it was too smelly!