Mysterious Resurrection: I am Jiang Shang, commanding ghosts and becoming a god

Chapter 255: Feeding Demons and Creating Gods (Extra chapter for Konoha Shisui leader!)
Seeing that the lid of the ghost coffin was slightly shifted, Wang Xiaoming already knew what Zhao Jianguo was doing by raising starving ghosts and using the headquarters, but he didn't expect him to be so crazy.

"You are not a human now, but you are not a ghost either. The plan will not succeed with your current state."

Even when he saw the death of the staff behind him, Wang Xiaoming was not moved at all.

Because he knew that without Li Jun's protection, he would not survive no matter what.

not to mention,
He didn't want to continue living.

His cognition was modified without his knowledge, and he helped Zhao Jianguo do so many things. If he had not seen the information on the human skin paper today, he might have been kept in the dark until his death.

This kind of death,
For him, it was actually a relief.

Wang Xiaoming, who was extremely calm, looked at Zhao Jianguo, who was relieved and silent, and shook his head. Then he picked up a document on the table and said calmly:
"It seems that you have achieved all your goals, but you are afraid that the future ending will be failure, so you are also prepared to die here, right?"

"It seems that the spirit has not only modified your cognition, but also added a memory that does not belong to you, a strange power. The plan you proposed to Sun Huafeng at the beginning was to let the ghost catcher suppress the starving ghost. In fact, you wanted the starving ghost to swallow the ghost catcher."

"A ghost with unlimited growth and unlimited suppression can indeed be called a god, but you didn't expect that Mr. Qin would use ghost paintings to imprison starving ghosts. You were worried about failure, so you asked Wang Chaling to stop this action."

Looking at the endless darkness that began to spread around him, Zhao Jianguo glanced at Wang Xiaoming and said slowly:

"Many of these plans were proposed by you. Why are you talking about them now? Tell me about the failure of the plan?"

"Wang Xiaoming, I am indeed afraid that this 'god' I created will not be able to end the era of supernatural beings. I am also afraid that the starving ghosts will really be imprisoned by Old Qin. But this is the only way to end supernatural beings. Even if humans are about to die out, as long as supernatural beings are ended, there is still hope."

"maybe."

When he saw the spreading darkness beginning to sweep towards him, Wang Xiaoming looked at Zhao Jianguo calmly, and then threw the communicator in his hand to the ground.

Wang Xiaoming already knew that Zhao Jianguo had become paranoid to the point of being almost insane.

He just wanted to create a "god" to put an end to the supernatural.

But no one has ever considered whether this god will save people from suffering or kill them.

"I can finally go find Xiaoqiang. It's my incompetence that I failed to help you, and failed to avenge you. I hope you won't blame me when I get there, my love."

Feeling his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, Wang Xiaoming, with a pale face, recalled everything that had happened in his mind. His eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of the training base.

"Plop~!"

As Wang Xiaoming's pupils lost focus, he fell to the ground uncontrollably.

The most authoritative expert on the supernatural in the country and the most important researcher at the headquarters died in this cold and dark laboratory deep underground.

"Why bother, Professor Wang? Isn't it better to just let everyone live or die in confusion?"

Zhao Jianguo, who was determined to die, frowned slightly when he saw the communicator on the ground.

All his plans were known to him seconds ago by the one person who was most likely to influence them.

Because what Wang Xiaoming threw on the ground were the only two communicators that the headquarters used to contact Qin Lao's satellite phone.

The infamy will last forever,

Or a hero for later generations.

Whether it is criticism or praise, it doesn’t matter to Zhao Jianguo.

Now he just wants to quietly wait for death and the birth of "God"
at the same time,

As the designated time arrived, at the same moment when Zhao Jianguo released the ghost, people gathered in several bases under the headquarters where countless evil spirits were imprisoned.

Countless senior executives and staff from the headquarters appeared in front of each container that held the evil spirits, including Minister Sun Huafeng.

From beginning to end,

All the ideas of Jiang Shan and Cao Yanhua are wrong.

During the eighteen days when he controlled the newspaper ghost, all the ordinary people in the headquarters, except the ghost driver, had their cognition modified invisibly by the supernatural.

If it was just the ghost newspaper modifying the memory, perhaps the situation would not be so serious.

But the fact is,
Zhao Jianguo, whose cognition was modified by the newspaper ghost and who had merged some of Yang Xiaotian's memories, had already infiltrated the entire headquarters. The entire Dajing City was a hotbed for the growth of starving ghosts. Ghosts were food,

People are toys.

Outside the training base,
Just when Yang Jian had just finished the training at the headquarters and was preparing to use human skin paper, he suddenly noticed.

An inexplicable and strange darkness is spreading silently.

First, the lights of the base guards in the distance went out, and then several nearby buildings fell into deathly silence. Suddenly, the panicked voices of several ghost riders were heard from the dormitory building that was swallowed by darkness, but soon the searchlights in the shooting range suddenly dimmed.

The surrounding environment also became inexplicably cold.

"Hmm?" Yang Jian frowned immediately, and at the same time vaguely felt that the ghost in his body began to become inexplicably restless.

This is a very bad feeling, and this feeling generally means two things.

or,

He wants the evil spirit to revive.
Or there is something unusual around.

"This is definitely not normal. This chill seems to be emanating from a ghost. Could it be that the operation to detain the starving ghost has failed?"

At this moment, Yang Jian had no idea that Wang Xiaoming and Zhao Jianguo were already dead. Not only that, he also had information that the ghost had escaped from the laboratory.

He was now staring at the human skin paper in his hand and frowning.

"ghost!"

The non-standard black handwriting occupied the entire piece of human skin paper in a crooked manner. Apart from that, there was no other information reminder and no extra handwriting appeared.

"Did the operation to detain the starving ghosts fail?"

However, as soon as this thought came to mind, Yang Jian suddenly realized something and raised his head slightly.

The restlessness of the revived evil spirit in his body suddenly made him more alert.

"No, the operation to detain the starving ghosts has not yet ended. So what is happening now?"

Yang Jian quickly glanced at the message on his mobile phone and his eyes fixed. He had already confirmed that the starving ghost was not out of control, but the current situation was definitely not as simple as a power outage.

Looking around, he saw several searchlights near the shooting range were still dimly lit.

But the brightness was too low, dim and yellowish, not even as bright as an ordinary candle. It could only barely emit a faint light in the surrounding darkness, and it seemed like it would go out at any time.

This scene seems familiar.

When did you meet?

Yang Jian recalled the Huanggang Village incident in his mind.

It was the same at that time. Because the operation failed, the ghost in the ghost coffin appeared, and darkness encroached from all directions, as if it was going to swallow everything. He was lucky enough to hide in a body bag and barely escaped.

But he didn't have time to think about it.

There was a sudden pulling sensation in the hand holding the human skin paper, and the human skin paper in the hand almost slipped out of the hand.

Yang Jian lowered his head slightly and took a look.

He didn't know when another pair of hands appeared on the human skin paper. They were cold and stiff, and they tightly grasped one end of the human skin paper and pulled it back, trying to snatch the human skin paper from his hands.

And he himself had just changed into a "newbie" for less than a day, and his originally plump flesh and blood seemed to have dried up in the wind, and instantly became dry and weird.

Not only that,

Yang Jian also saw a woman wearing a red veil and red wedding dress vaguely appearing beside him.
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