Chapter 32: Ghost Candle
In the past, it wasn’t that no Ghost Controller had attempted to control two Fierce Ghosts, but without exception, they all died miserably.
Wang Xiaoming flipped through the information in his hand and muttered to himself:
“A Ghost Controller controlling one ghost will only have the Fierce Ghost in his body revive slowly. If he uses little of the Fierce Ghost’s strength, he can live for half a year without issue.”
“But if he forcibly stuffs another ghost in, the two ghosts will rapidly revive in confrontation, and the Ghost Controller might even die on the spot.”
“Hmm… This method could be used to make a weapon, but delaying Fierce Ghost Revival obviously can’t be this crude.”
Suddenly, he stopped in front of an exhibition stand.
Inside the exhibition stand was a dead man’s head. The head’s skin and features had completely rotted away, but it hosted a wriggling mass of pitch black long hair.
【Code Name: Ghost Hair】
【Killing Pattern: When reviving, it sprouts fine strands of hair. Ordinary people touching the hair will be strangled to death by it】
【Supernatural Erosion: Ghost Hair on a Ghost Controller will continuously proliferate until it completely wraps the Ghost Controller’s body, at which point it will revive】
【Source: Out-of-Control Ghost Controller】
Ghost Hair… Not high terror level, worth a try.
“Li Jun, have He Zheng come to the laboratory. There’s an experiment that needs his cooperation.” Wang Xiaoming picked up the phone and instructed.
“Yes.”
Not long after, Li Jun brought a youth in a wheelchair into the laboratory hall.
The youth made no action with his hands, but the wheelchair moved forward naturally, as if an invisible person was pushing him from behind.
Wang Xiaoming had been waiting here for a while. Looking at the youth, his information came to mind.
He Zheng, 22 years old, controls Fierce Ghost Ghost Pushes Person, resolved 3 Supernatural Events…
“Professor Wang, you wanted to see me.” He Zheng’s voice was weak, and the dark circles around his eyes were very heavy.
Wang Xiaoming didn’t waste time and said bluntly: “You won’t live much longer. I have a method here. It might let you live or it might kill you. Are you willing to try?”
“Of course!” He Zheng’s voice suddenly rose.
No one can give up the hope of survival, especially Ghost Controllers with short lives.
“Then follow me.” Wang Xiaoming said and walked ahead to lead the way.
After multiple verifications including biological and password, he quickly opened the heavy seals and entered a three-to-four-story-high experimental site.
The site was surrounded by various instruments, with a room in the center for Fierce Ghost experiments.
The room’s base and top were cast from pure gold, with a buffer room in front and pale yellow glass embedded on the other three sides, allowing people outside to see clearly inside.
Wang Xiaoming pointed to the small cabinet in the room and said: “Delaying Fierce Ghost Revival has a direction now, but the price is a high probability of death. If successful, you will become the first Ghost Controller to control two ghosts.”
“The method isn’t stable yet, so it needs someone to be a guinea pig?” He Zheng knew very well that this kind of good thing shouldn’t fall to him. If there was really such a chance, wouldn’t it go to a grinder like Feng Quan first?
“Yes, if the method stabilizes, your contribution wouldn’t be enough. This is the first experiment, so I said the death probability is very high.” Wang Xiaoming spoke frankly, laying it out in advance to avoid conflicts later.
He Zheng was a bit scared but gritted his teeth and persisted: “If I die, I die. Anyway, this ghostly thing is getting more and more restless.”
Recently, when sleeping, he often saw a figure by the bedside, but when he turned on the light, that thing would disappear. Ordinary people might comfort themselves it was an illusion, but He Zheng knew it was the Fierce Ghost behind him coming for revenge.
This ghostly thing’s appetite was growing bigger. Taking his two legs wasn’t enough; it still wanted his entire body.
“Good, then go in.” Wang Xiaoming directed the researchers in the laboratory to turn on the instruments and prepare to record the experiment’s data.
“That… Can I make a phone call to my girlfriend first?” He Zheng had come to this world alone, and his only attachment was his girlfriend.
“Make it quick.”
Wang Xiaoming could understand this mood, and it could even stimulate He Zheng’s desire to live, which would help the experiment.
Moments later, He Zheng finished the call and entered the experimental room.
“Zzzt… He Zheng, can you hear me?” Under the interference of gold and supernatural forces, the walkie-talkie’s signal wasn’t great.
“Yes, I’m ready. When do we start?” He Zheng asked.
“Open the cabinet in front of you. Inside is imprisoned the Ghost Hair. Its pattern is…” Wang Xiaoming quickly explained the characteristics of Ghost Hair.
“Got it, understood.” Xu Zheng let out a long breath and used the key to open the sealed cabinet door.
That mass of pitch black long hair immediately surged out, spreading to the ground and slithering forward like snakes, but it strangely avoided Xu Zheng’s position.
“Didn’t expect me, a big man, to have to wear a wig…” Xu Zheng complained, then proactively reached out to grab the rotten head.
The instant his fingers touched it, the wig all over the ground paused, then crazily surged toward Xu Zheng.
Dense black hair wrapped around his ankles, and the main body even jumped out directly, lunging straight at Xu Zheng’s face.
Wang Xiaoming reminded: “Use your Fierce Ghost to confront the Ghost Hair, use Ghost Hair to restrict your Fierce Ghost, and find a balance point in between. That will be your chance at survival!”
“Got it!”
Behind Xu Zheng, some invisible figure moved. Invisible palms began clearing the hair from his body.
Large patches of hair withered away, but the gaps were immediately filled by newly grown hair.
Ghost Hair and Ghost Pushes Person seemed to stalemate, but Xu Zheng’s face grew increasingly pale. He felt the Fierce Ghost behind him growing colder, getting closer, as if wanting to merge into his body.
Xu Zheng’s consciousness blurred as he made his final resistance.
Can’t go like this. If it continues, he’ll die…
“Vital signs are weakening.” The room interior was already covered by Ghost Hair. Wang Xiaoming could only observe Xu Zheng’s situation through data monitoring, but he could tell it wasn’t looking good.
He turned to Li Jun and said: “Li Jun, bring the Ghost Candle.”
Li Jun immediately fetched a gold-made briefcase and handed it over, but reminded: “Professor Wang, that’s from headquarters for your self-preservation.”
Wang Xiaoming opened the box, revealing a scarlet candle that looked like congealed fresh blood.
“Xu Zheng persisting this long without dying likely just needs a little help. Using the Ghost Candle here isn’t a loss.”
Wang Xiaoming took the lighter and walked to the isolation room.
Li Jun beside him was startled and hurriedly said: “The situation inside is uncertain. Let me go in!”
Wang Xiaoming didn’t turn back: “Don’t try to dissuade me. I have confidence in my experimental results, and I want to witness the process of controlling the second ghost with my own eyes.
