"What did Wang Xiaoming mean by this? Was he trying to confirm the existence of the human skin paper in my possession through this supernatural incident? Or had he truly been unable to think of any solution and wanted me to rely on the human skin paper to save myself? Or was he deliberately reminding me at this moment not to forget about the human skin paper?"
Yang Jian put down his satellite phone.
His expression shifted slightly. He could not shake the feeling that Wang Xiaoming was plotting something against him.
Because once it was confirmed that he possessed the human skin paper, Wang Xiaoming might very well make other plans afterward.
That guy might look like a professor and researcher, but he was incredibly scheming.
For the sake of his so-called research and resolving the issue of ghost resurrections, he had even dared to shoot and kill his own subordinates.
His indifference and cruelty were no less than those of a Ghost Tamer. He was absolutely not some kind, friendly old man.
"There's no need to think about Wang Xiaoming for now. Thinking about it won't help. He just said that the ghost coffin is still in the laboratory, but the ghost has appeared at the training base. This is completely different from what happened in the village back then." Yang Jian frowned.
Back in Huanggang Village, the ghost had wandered near the ghost coffin. Although the entire village had been enveloped by a Ghost Domain, everything had at least remained within an acceptable range.
But now, the ghost and the ghost coffin had separated.
The ghost that had emerged had become an independent terrifying entity, abandoning the ghost coffin as its vessel.
Or perhaps it could be said that this ghost had become a walking ghost coffin.