Can the revival of the extraordinary be achieved by merging the Superman template?

The car arrived at the hotel entrance quickly.

Qi Wu dragged his suitcase and walked into the hotel lobby with Liu Yang.

A middle-aged man with a goatee and a pale face sat on the sofa in the lobby.

He kept staring at the doorway, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

When they saw Qi Wu dragging a large suitcase in, he didn't go to the front desk to check in. Instead, he stood in the lobby looking around.

The middle-aged man immediately stood up and walked over.

"Is he Superman?"

Qi Wu glanced at him and asked, "A corpse driver?"

The corpse-driver laughed and nodded: "That's right, it's me. Did you bring the things?"

Qi Wu patted the suitcase beside him: "I brought it. Do you want to inspect it now?"

The corpse-driver glanced at the large suitcase, then at the front desk in the lobby.

"Come to my room to inspect the goods."

"no problem."

Although the transaction was to take place inside the room, Qi Wu was not worried at all and was not afraid that the corpse driver would ambush him inside.

After all, based on the information on the Extraordinary Forum, he roughly estimated that in this era when the Extraordinary was just beginning to revive, basically no one could kill him with physical attacks.

Tanks? No way.

Missiles? No way.

Even if the entire hotel were blown up, he could crawl out of the rubble unscathed.

After all, Qi Wu possesses a superhuman physique.

Conventional weapons are no match for him; the only thing that could kill him is probably a nuclear bomb.

……

Soon, the three arrived at the hotel's rooftop.

There was only one presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel, and the corpse-driver led them inside.

Qi Wu glanced at the corpse driver.

Sure enough, he wasn't short of money.

I was right; it's practically impossible for superhumans to lack money.

Especially for seasoned veterans like corpse drivers who possess extraordinary knowledge, it's estimated that they already had this lineage long before the resurgence of the supernatural.

Their ancestors have been in this business for generations, so it's no wonder they're short of money.

The corpse driver closed the door and looked at the suitcase in Qi Wu's hand.

"Open it."

Qi Wu put the box on the ground, squatted down, unzipped it, and pulled out a black body bag.

Then, he opened the body bag and revealed the water ghost's corpse.

Although the water ghost had been dead for almost a day, its body looked almost exactly the same as it had a day ago, perhaps because it was a supernatural being.

It wasn't rotten or smelly, but it looked a bit creepy.

The corpse driver's eyes lit up, as if he had seen some treasure, and he quickly began to examine it carefully.

He then asked, "Can I have a look at it?"

Qi Wu nodded: "Whatever."

The corpse driver squatted down, reached out and touched the water ghost's skin, then squeezed its joints, and finally held up the severed head with both hands, examining it for more than ten minutes before standing up.

"There's nothing wrong with your stuff; this is corpse-driving technique."

The corpse driver took a book out of the inside pocket of his coat.

Qi Wu took it and flipped through it.

The book is very thin, only about twenty pages.

The book describes a method that involves feeding corpses with fresh blood to transform the bodies of vengeful spirits into refined corpses.

This method of corpse refining is only effective against vengeful spirits.

According to the book, this method essentially relies on the resentment accumulated on the corpse of a vengeful spirit.

Ordinary corpses do not accumulate resentment and cannot be used for corpse refining.

The same applies to the corpses of superpowered individuals and monsters.

As for the ghost stories, there aren't even any corpses, so there aren't any materials to craft them.

Qi Wu closed the book and looked at the corpse driver.

"How is it?" the corpse driver asked.

Qi Wu shook his head: "I don't know anything about corpse refining, so I don't know if your corpse-driving technique is real or fake."

The corpse-driver was taken aback: "Then what should we do?"

Qi Wu put the book away and suggested, "Didn't I trade you the water ghost's corpse? Why don't you just demonstrate how to refine a corpse right here and now?"

The corpse driver shook his head: "Brother, it's not that I don't want to demonstrate, it's just that I can't control any more refined corpses."

He pointed to his pale face: "Corpse refining consumes too much blood and takes a long time; it can't be completed in just one or two days."

Qi Wu looked at him more closely. His face was pale, his lips were purple, and he looked sickly.

It seems that obtaining extraordinary power through such unorthodox methods comes at a high price.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Qi Wu asked.

The corpse driver straightened up: "My name is Zhou Kun, and I'm registered with the Countermeasures Bureau."

"If there are any problems, contact the Wuxi City Countermeasures Bureau; they can reach me."

"If all else fails, come find me at Qingwu Mountain in Wuxi City. I live there."

Qi Wu asked, "Qingwu Mountain? You live on the mountain?"

Zhou Kun smiled, a hint of smugness in his eyes: "That's right, the entire mountain is mine."

Qi Wu nodded: "Then let's do it this way."

"If anything goes wrong with the stuff, you're in big trouble."

Zhou Kun extended his hand and smiled, "I won't sell counterfeit goods."

Qi Wu shook hands with him: "I hope so."

Having completed the transaction, Qi Wu didn't linger and said to Liu Yang, "Let's go."

Liu Yang followed behind, and only after they went outside did he whisper, "Brother Wu, is that book reliable?"

Qi Wu handed the book to him.

"I don't know, but if anything goes wrong, I'll kill him."

Qi Wu wasn't just making things up.

Once he fully unlocks the Superman panel, he will be a god among men.

If Zhou Kun dares to sell him counterfeit goods, he can find him and kill him even if he runs to outer space.

Liu Yang took the book Qi Wu handed him, started flipping through it, and read as he walked.

Qi Wu then took out his phone and called a ride-hailing service.

On the bus, Liu Yang's brows furrowed more and more as he watched.

"Brother Wu, this thing needs to be fed with blood to the vengeful spirit's corpse for forty-nine days."

Qi Wu had already flipped through it roughly, so he wasn't surprised: "That's right."

Liu Yang sighed: "And I have to be fed blood every hour, so I can't even get a good night's sleep."

"And even if you succeed in the refinement, you'll still have to feed it blood every day?"

"Isn't this just like raising a perpetually insatiable tyrant?"

Qi Wu glanced at him: "After all, it's a path to acquiring extraordinary power later in life, how could it not come at a price?"

Liu Yang sighed, "That's true."

Qi Wu then said, "You and Zhao Peng observe for a while, understand the theory, and then I'll kill a vengeful spirit with a physical form and let you try it out."

Liu Yang's eyes lit up, and he became energetic.

"real?"

"real."

……

The ride-hailing car stopped at Baida Plaza, and the two got out and went into the mall.

Liu Yang followed behind, looking left and right with a puzzled expression: "Brother Wu, what are we doing at the mall?"

Qi Wu didn't even turn his head: "Buy a few fishing rods, and we'll find a place to night fish."

Liu Yang paused, realizing what was happening: "You're going to find that ghost story about night fishing?"

Qi Wu nodded: "That's right."

"But it's not just night fishing; you can also order takeout while night fishing."

Liu Yang paused for two seconds, then said, "You mean... we'll search for both ghost stories at the same time?"

"Yes." Qi Wu walked into the shop, picked up a fishing rod, and handed it to Liu Yang.