Chapter 255: Raising Ghosts To Forge A God
Seeing that the lid of the Ghost Coffin had shifted slightly, Wang Xiao Ming already knew what Zhao Jianguo was planning by raising the Starving Ghost and using Headquarters, but he just didn’t expect him to be so mad.
“You’re not human now, but you’re not a ghost either. With you as you are now, the plan won’t succeed.”
Even seeing the gruesome deaths of the staff behind him, Wang Xiao Ming showed no emotion whatsoever.
Because he knew that without Li Jun’s protection, there was no way he could stay alive no matter what.
What’s more,
he didn’t want to continue living.
In an unaware state, his cognition had been altered, helping Zhao Jianguo do so many things. If he hadn’t seen the information on the Human Skin Paper today, he might have remained in the dark until death.
This kind of death,
for him, was actually more of a relief.
The extremely calm Wang Xiao Ming shook his head as he looked at Zhao Jianguo, who had a relieved expression and was silently speechless, then he picked up a certain document from the table and said in a calm tone:
“It seems you’ve achieved all your goals, but you’re afraid the future outcome will be failure, so you’re prepared to die here too, right?”
“It seems the supernatural not only altered your cognition, but also added a segment of memory that doesn’t belong to you in your mind. The weird power—at first, the plan you proposed to Sun Huafeng was to have the Ghost Messenger suppress the Starving Ghost, but actually, you wanted the Starving Ghost to swallow the Ghost Messenger.”
“A ghost with infinite growth and infinite suppression can indeed be called a god, but you didn’t expect Old Qin to stubbornly choose to use the Ghost Painting to detain the Starving Ghost. Worried about failure, you then found Wang Chaling to stop this action.”
Looking at the endless darkness beginning to spread around them, Zhao Jianguo glanced at Wang Xiao Ming and slowly said:
“Many of these plans were proposed by you. What are you saying this for now? Telling me about the plan’s failure?”
“Wang Xiao Ming, I am indeed afraid that this ‘god’ I’ve created won’t end the Supernatural Era, and afraid that the Starving Ghost will really be detained by Old Qin, but ending the supernatural is the only way. Even if humanity is about to go extinct, as long as the supernatural is ended, there’s still hope for everything.”
“Perhaps.”
When he saw the spreading darkness surging toward him, Wang Xiao Ming calmly looked at Zhao Jianguo, then threw the communicator from the document in his hand onto the ground.
Wang Xiao Ming already knew that the current Zhao Jianguo had become paranoid to the point of near madness.
He only wanted to create a “god” to end the supernatural.
He never considered whether this god would save the suffering or slaughter all living beings.
“Finally, I can go find Xiao Qiang. Brother was incompetent, couldn’t help you, couldn’t avenge you. I hope when I get there, you won’t resent me. I love.”
Feeling his consciousness growing increasingly blurry, the pale-faced Wang Xiao Ming recalled everything from the past in his heart, his gaze involuntarily turning toward the direction of the Training Base.
“Thud~!”
As Wang Xiao Ming’s pupils lost focus, his whole body uncontrollably crashed to the ground.
This most authoritative supernatural expert domestically, the most important researcher at Headquarters, died in this cold, dark laboratory buried deep underground.
“Why bother, Professor Wang? Wouldn’t it be better to let everyone live or die in a muddled state?”
Zhao Jianguo, who harbored the will to die, saw the communicator on the ground and his expression darkened slightly.
He already knew that all his plans had been known by the person most likely to affect everything just a few seconds ago.
Because what Wang Xiao Ming threw on the ground was one of the only two communicators for Headquarters to contact Old Qin via satellite phone.
Infamy for ages,
or hero of later generations.
Whether infamy or praise, it didn’t matter to Zhao Jianguo.
He now only wanted to quietly await death, awaiting the birth of the “god.”
At the same time,
As the specified time arrived, at the same moment Zhao Jianguo released the Ghost Messenger, in several bases underground at Headquarters detaining countless fierce ghosts, humanoid figures were bustling.
Countless high-level officials and staff from Headquarters appeared in front of every container detaining a fierce ghost, and among them was Minister Sun Huafeng.
From beginning to end,
All the ideas of Jiang Shan and Cao Yanhua were wrong.
During those eighteen days he controlled the Newspaper Ghost, everyone ordinary at Headquarters except the ghost wielders had already had their cognition imperceptibly altered by the supernatural.
If it was just the Newspaper Ghost altering memories, perhaps the situation wouldn’t have been so serious.
But the fact is,
With his cognition altered by the Newspaper Ghost’s supernatural power and fused with part of Yang Xiaotian’s memory, Zhao Jianguo had completely infiltrated Headquarters. The entire Dajing City was a hotbed for the Starving Ghost’s growth.
Ghosts are fodder,
Humans are toys.
And outside the Training Base,
Just as Yang Jian had finished participating in Headquarters’ training and was preparing to use the Human Skin Paper, he suddenly noticed.
A patch of inexplicably weird darkness was silently spreading over.
First, the lights at the distant base gate went out, then several nearby buildings fell into a deathly silence, panicked and uneasy voices of several ghost wielders came from the dormitory building suddenly swallowed by darkness, but soon the searchlights at the shooting range suddenly dimmed greatly.
The surrounding environment also became inexplicably chilling.
“Hm?” Yang Jian immediately frowned, and at the same time vaguely felt the ghost in his body beginning to stir inexplicably.
This was a very bad feeling. This sensation usually meant one of two situations.
Either,
he was about to undergo fierce ghost revival,
or there was an anomaly around him.
“This is absolutely not normal. This chill is like it’s emanating from a ghost. Could the operation to detain the Starving Ghost have failed?”
The current Yang Jian had no idea that Wang Xiao Ming and Zhao Jianguo were already dead, and moreover, the intelligence that the Ghost Messenger had escaped the laboratory.
He was now staring at the Human Skin Paper in his hand with a frown.
“Ghost!”
Irregular black handwriting, crooked and occupying the entire Human Skin Paper. Besides that, there was no other information prompt, nor any extra handwriting appearing.
“Could the operation to detain the Starving Ghost have failed?”
But as soon as this thought emerged, Yang Jian suddenly sensed something and slightly raised his head.
The agitation of the fierce ghost revival in his body instantly heightened his vigilance.
“No, the operation to detain the Starving Ghost hasn’t ended yet. So what exactly is happening now?”
Yang Jian quickly checked his mobile phone messages, his gaze sharpening. He had confirmed that the Starving Ghost hadn’t lost control, but the current situation was definitely not just a power outage.
Looking around, he saw that several searchlights near the shooting range were still faintly lit.
But this brightness was too low—dim, yellowish, not even as bright as an ordinary candle. It could only barely emit some faint light in the surrounding darkness, and seemed ready to go out at any moment.
This scene felt familiar.
When had he encountered it before?
Yang Jian’s mind recalled the Huanggang Village Incident back then.
At that time, it was the same—due to the operation’s failure, the ghost in the Ghost Coffin appeared, and a patch of darkness eroded from all directions, as if to swallow everything. He had luckily hidden in the corpse bag to barely escape.
But before he could think more.
A pulling sensation suddenly came from the hand holding the Human Skin Paper, and the Human Skin Paper nearly slipped from his grasp.
Yang Jian looked down slightly.
At some point, another pair of hands had appeared on the Human Skin Paper—ice-cold, rigid, and tightly gripping one end of the Human Skin Paper, pulling backward, trying to snatch the Human Skin Paper from his hand.
And his own “new hand,” which he had just gotten less than a day ago, had its originally plump flesh and blood seemingly wind-dried, instantly becoming shriveled and weird.
Not only that,
Yang Jian also saw a vague figure of a woman beside him, covered with a red veil and wearing a red wedding dress.
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（Your loving author～）
Tomorrow there will still be three updates! Actually today should have been four, but something came up tonight and I couldn’t write them out. Alliance leader brother, please forgive me～
