The rolling head, the splattered blood, and the gaunt body in the wheelchair that was gradually growing cold.
This scene was not an illusion. It was happening right before their eyes.
Yang Jian had personally killed Wang Xiaoming less than a day after becoming the Enforcement Captain.
Although Wang Xiaoming had attacked Yang Jian, everyone knew that as an ordinary person—and a frail patient at that—there was no way he could kill one of the top Ghost Tamers in the supernatural world with an ordinary handgun.
Those seven gunshots had not been an attack at all. They had been more like a signal.
At that moment, Shen Liang stared at Wang Xiaoming's corpse with his mind completely blank, unable to figure out what to do.
Wang Xiaoming held far too high a position within Headquarters. He researched supernatural incidents, created supernatural items, and helped many Ghost Tamers solve the problem of ghost revival.
It could be said that many of the current city heads had survived because of Wang Xiaoming.
Once Wang Xiaoming died, the survival of many city heads would be affected. Some people's hope of staying alive would be extinguished. No one could say what kind of trouble would arise then.
Although Wang Xiaoming had cancer, Headquarters had many ways to treat him. As long as they persuaded him, Wang Xiaoming would soon return to good health. They would never have allowed him to die from illness like this.
But now, none of that mattered anymore.
Because he was dead.
"Yang Jian, Professor Wang absolutely cannot die. Think of a way to bring him back. There is still room to turn this around."
Shen Liang's muddled mind regained some clarity. He grabbed Yang Jian's arm and pleaded urgently.
Even though Wang Xiaoming's head had already fallen off, he