Zhao Kaiming's Wait

Before Yang Jian could retrieve the human skin paper from Zhang Wei, Wang Xiaoming found him first.

Protected by several special forces personnel, Wang Xiaoming walked over with bloodshot eyes and a haggard expression. "Should I call you Ghost Eye Yang Jian now, or Hanged Ghost Yang Jian? The content you broadcast to me was very shocking. I really don't know how you came up with such a dangerous and daring method."

"Your success proves that my experiments, which are still in the research phase, were correct. The method to perfectly control a vengeful ghost is indeed feasible. However, simply grafting and restricting each other is not enough; that's too crude."

"Thank you for opening up a new avenue for me."

Yang Jian stopped in his tracks, looked at him, and frowned slightly, not taking up the subject. "I handed that starving ghost over to Zhao Jianguo. It's being kept very secure, with a team of Ghost Tamer escorting it, so there shouldn't be any problems. But I hope you won't think about studying that thing when you're bored in the future. I also want to warn some people within Headquarters that I think some of them haven't encountered starving ghosts before and are underestimating them."

Wang Xiaoming thought for a moment and said, "The starving ghost is indeed a good research subject, but it is also very dangerous, far more so than that ghost coffin. I will take your suggestion and abandon the research on the starving ghost for the time being. If there is ever a chance to restart that box, I will let you know."

Judging from his words, he won't be conducting research for the time being, but will do so once some protective measures are in place.

"If you let it escape, don't notify me. Just don't come to my Dachang City. I don't want to have contact with that ghost a second time," Yang Jian, his face darkening.

Wang Xiaoming said, "Since you are so opposed, then we won't study it. I will suggest that it be sealed away forever. Given the properties of gold, unless it is opened by human hands, that ghost will not be able to escape for ten thousand years."

"I hope so. There's nothing for you to do in Dachang City now, so you can leave," Yang Jian.

After walking a few steps with the escort, Wang Xiaoming stopped again and asked, "That mirror?"

"Mine," Yang Jian.

"I know it's yours, I just think it's very special. Could you lend it to me for a month to study?" Wang Xiaoming said earnestly, "I can trade this for it."

After he finished speaking, he gestured to Li Jun.

Li Jun took out a small golden box from his clothes, and inside was a candle.

"Ghost candle?" Yang Jian glanced at it and noticed that the ghost candle inside was white.

"No, this is different from the ghost candle I gave you last time," Wang Xiaoming said.

Yang Jian, "It's just a different color. That one is red, and this one is white. Did you put the wrong paint?"

Wang Xiaoming said, "No, it's just that when I was researching the ghost candle, two completely different experimental results came out. After all, an experiment can have many variations. This is just a derivative product I made from one of the variations. Well, it should be considered a semi-finished product. It's completely different from that red ghost candle."

"What's the use?" Yang Jian.

"Once lit, if there are ghosts nearby, they will attack the person holding the ghost candle immediately. This is a ghost candle that can attract hatred, and I think its usability far surpasses that of a red ghost candle," Wang Xiaoming said.

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Yang Jian, "You should keep it. Don't even think about getting your hands on it. Also, you'd better keep that video a secret forever. If this news gets out, many Ghost Tamer will be uneasy. You're a professor and will be well protected, but it will cause me a lot of trouble. After all, I only showed you that video because I was afraid of failure and wanted to keep some information for myself."

"Don't worry, I'll keep this a secret. Since you won't lend it to me to study, I'll give it to you." Wang Xiaoming tossed the box containing the white ghost candle to Yang Jian.

"Consider it a thank you for protecting my personal privacy."

Yang Jian, "Our cooperation is purely professional; you don't need to thank me."

He refused the gift.

"You should keep it. My lab produces a decent amount of this stuff." Wang Xiaoming said, without taking the item back. Instead, he turned and followed Li Jun into the armored vehicle.

"That unscrupulous merchant." Yang Jian's lips twitched as he looked at the object in his hand.

You get what you pay for; who would dare to carelessly click on something like this?

Attracting nearby ghosts is practically suicide; it's nothing compared to that red ghost candle.

While the residents of Guangjiang Residential Area, having escaped death and survived, held a meeting to handle the aftermath and express their gratitude.

The other end of Dachang City.

In front of a quiet warehouse,

Under the dim moonlight, Zhao Kaiming walked briskly and limped from a distance.

His plan succeeded, and succeeded perfectly.

He fulfilled the ghost's request and, through Yang Jian's help, imprisoned the ghost. In this way, he could be freed from the evil ghost's curse forever, regain his status as an ordinary person, and no longer be a Ghost Tamer. His family should also be resurrected as planned.

"I built a villa in my hometown and stored tens of millions of dollars worth of gold, enough for my family to live on for the rest of our lives. As for what happens outside, I can't control that. That Yang Jian is a big threat, but it doesn't matter. He's taking his family out of the city tonight. I've prepared the car, and we won't see him again."

Zhao Kaiming took out his key and, with great excitement, unlocked the warehouse.

He pushed the door open forcefully and limped inside.

Various fluorescent lights illuminated the dimly lit warehouse, ensuring that even in a power outage, visibility was not completely poor.

"Wife, daughter, Mom, Dad, I'm home."

He arrived at the small storeroom where the family had been housed. Inside were rows of ice coffins, and a generator was still humming and running nearby, maintaining the power supply.

But Zhao Kaiming excitedly lay on an ice coffin, preparing to welcome the resurrection of his family.

According to his estimate, the miracle of resurrection should occur in about an hour. He had already spent more than half an hour getting here from No. 7 Middle School, so if he calculated it, there should be about ten minutes left.

Zhao Kaiming quickly stopped the generator and shut down the cooling system.

"Wait a little longer, we'll be able to meet soon." He excitedly inspected each ice coffin, checking which person would be resurrected first.

Time passed little by little.

The ten minutes that Zhao Kaiming had estimated would soon pass.

The corpse in the ice coffin remained cold, stiff, and pale, showing no sign of coming back to life.

"Did I miscalculate the timing? I'll just wait a little longer," Zhao Kaiming thought to himself.

But another half hour passed.

The body in the ice coffin remained motionless, still lifeless.

Zhao Kaiming was now somewhat alarmed.

Could the vengeful ghost's promise, the so-called resurrection, be a lie?

"No, it can't be. I've bet everything. This can't be a lie." Zhao Kaiming suddenly roared, somewhat losing his composure.

He had considered this question.

He had always had doubts, but he couldn't do anything about it. From the day his wife, children, and mother died, there was no turning back. Later, his father, uncle, and elder uncle all died, leaving him with only one path to follow.

Only this miracle of resurrection has sustained him until now.