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What was thought to be a routine visit turned out to be a well-planned scheme.

Wang Xiaoming was after the memorial tablet in Guo Fan's hand, which was crucial for Guo Fan to maintain his balance. Without it, he would have died long ago. Anyone with a sound mind knows that something related to one's life is not something that can be lent to others, let alone something that Wang Xiaoming was asking for.

They actually wanted Guo Fan to enter the memorial tablet again.

What's this?

Pack yourself up like a gift and send it out.

So no matter how polite Guo Fan had been to Wang Xiaoming before, he was going to turn hostile at this point.

"If I don't give it to you, are you planning to steal it? If you really want to fight, I can kill you right here and now. We'll all die together, it's the same thing anyway."

Guo Fan's face, which had been as expressionless as a dead man's, revealed a strange and ferocious glint.

When it really comes down to making a choice, he will definitely kill Wang Xiaoming without hesitation.

"Guo Fan, calm down," Zhong Shan hurriedly advised, fearing that he might suddenly make a move at this moment.

At this tense moment, any action could have irreversible and serious consequences.

"How can you expect me to stay calm? Can't you see that Wang Xiaoming wants me dead? I'm about to die, what's the point of staying calm?"

Guo Fan wouldn't listen to Zhong Shan's advice, his numb eyes fixed on Wang Xiaoming.

Don't underestimate him just because he's insignificant in the Headquarters circle. Yang Jian, Li Jun, Cao Yang, Liu San, and even Feng Quan and Su Fan are more important than him, but that's only within that circle. In the city he's in charge of, he's a big shot, and taking down an ordinary person is just a matter of a word for him.

"Wang Xiaoming, I don't want to fall out with you, but if you insist on doing this, then don't blame me."

Wang Xiaoming remained calm as he looked at Guo Fan: "Killing me will definitely kill you, and it will also implicate many people behind you. If you agree to my plan, you might not die; at least you'll have a chance to survive. Besides, you can make some of your own requests, and I'll try my best to fulfill them if possible."

"Besides, you're in terrible shape right now. Even if I didn't come to you today, how much longer could you live? It might sound harsh, but I just hope you can do something worthwhile in your final moments."

"Actually, I could also deceive you, using the pretense of helping you solve the problem of the resurgence of vengeful spirits to get you to willingly give me that memorial tablet, but I don't want to do that. I'm just giving you a reasonable choice."

"Even if you were to die, the fame, status, power, and subsequent compensation you would gain would far outweigh what you have now."

Guo Fan's expression immediately changed. Although Wang Xiaoming's words made some sense, how could he willingly entrust his life to someone else?

"You think you can convince me with just a few words?"

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and said, "No, I'm not trying to persuade you. As I said before, I'm just giving you a choice."

At this point, he added, "You don't actually think that becoming Ghost Tamer means you can live forever, do you? Everyone dies eventually. Some die from the resurgence of vengeful spirits, some from supernatural events, and some are killed. These deaths aren't very valuable. Since you're going to die soon, why can't you choose the most valuable way to die? Besides, you might not even die."

"Although the chances of survival are indeed very small, at least they exist."

Although the words were concise, they were extremely cruel.

In fact, from the moment Wang Xiaoming walked in, Guo Fan only had one path in front of him: to agree.

He had no choice.

If it comes to a fight to the death, let alone whether they can successfully kill Wang Xiaoming, even if they do, Guo Fan will die. Not to mention that the surrounding area has already been invaded by a strange darkness. This situation clearly indicates that there are Ghost Tamer nearby secretly protecting Wang Xiaoming, but they haven't made a move yet because they haven't broken off relations.

"Let's put this aside for now. I need to call the Deputy Minister to ask about the situation and see what Deputy Minister has to say."

At this point, Zhong Shan decided to stall for time and try to ascertain the true purpose of Professor Wang's actions today.

"I'll give you a maximum of ten minutes."

Wang Xiaoming glanced at his watch. "I need to get back to the lab."

Although the previous lab researching the ghost coffin ran into problems, he didn't only have one lab, and after taking over some of the assets in his circle of friends, some things became more convenient for him.

"Zhong Shan, then you should quickly ask the Deputy Minister for me. I'm keeping an eye on Wang Xiaoming."

Guo Fan calmed down and agreed to Zhong Shan's call.

Soon, Zhong Shan contacted Deputy Minister Cao Yanhua through his operator and briefly explained what had just happened.

"That's the situation for now. Professor Wang came to take the memorial tablet from Guo Fan. You've seen Guo Fan's file; he's only alive because of that tablet. Taking it away will disrupt the balance between his two ghosts, and he'll die soon. Not to mention, Professor Wang wants Guo Fan to enter the tablet again and then leave his body."

"What is this? This is tantamount to indirectly taking Guo Fan's life,"

"The current situation is quite delicate. Guo Fan was so angry he was about to kill Professor Wang on the spot, but luckily I persuaded him to stop. However, Professor Wang doesn't seem to have any intention of giving up, so Deputy Minister, you should make a decision, otherwise things could really get out of hand."

Cao Yanhua, who was driving back to Headquarters, suddenly received this call. After hearing Zhong Shan's words, his expression immediately changed.

But Cao Yanhua quickly realized why Professor Wang had taken the item from Guo Fan's hand.

This is for Yang Jian.

To break the curse of the music box for Yang Jian, it will probably require the spirit tablet in Guo Fan's possession.

Now he hesitated, unsure how to handle the situation.

Yang Jian cannot die, absolutely cannot die. If Wang Xiaoming cannot help break the curse of the music box within two days, then who knows what Yang Jian might do.

The last incident on WeChat Moments was already quite unpleasant. If we break the agreement this time, Headquarters might very well become the next WeChat Moments disaster.

Although he's near death now, he'll still be a spirited young man until he dies.

They are capable of doing anything.

"Give the phone to Guo Fan; I want to speak to him personally," Cao Yanhua said thoughtfully.

At that moment, Zhong Shan, on the other end of the line, handed over his phone. "Guo Fan, the Deputy Minister wants to speak with you."

Guo Fan looked somewhat suspicious, but still answered the phone, "Hello, is this the Deputy Minister? It's me, Guo Fan. What do you think we should do about Wang Xiaoming's matter?"

"Guo Fan, don't worry, I can assure you that Professor Wang will never harm you. You can rest assured. It's just that the current situation forces him to need that thing you have. His actions were a bit extreme, but it was for the greater good. I hope you can understand," Cao Yanhua said earnestly.

Guo Fan said, "Doesn't the Deputy Minister know that Wang Xiaoming might be after my life?"

"The matter isn't that serious at all. There must be some misunderstanding. Here's what we'll do: give the phone to Professor Wang, and I'll personally instruct him to ensure your safety and tell him not to do anything reckless," Cao Yanhua's voice came through.

"Since it's your guarantee, Deputy Minister, then I'll trust you this time." After saying that, Guo Fan handed the phone back to Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming said into the phone, "It's me, Wang Xiaoming."

"Professor Wang, I understand your actions today, but we can't let this incident harm another Ghost Tamer. Guo Fan is also a good person in charge. We should try to solve the problem instead of making it worse. Think of a way to protect Guo Fan," Cao Yanhua said.

"Okay, I'll try my best to save him."

Wang Xiaoming replied calmly, then hung up the phone. He then added, "Do you have any more questions? If not, take out the memorial tablet immediately."

"Wang Xiaoming, the Deputy Minister did not approve of your current behavior just now," Guo Fan said immediately.

"You can understand this as my private action and it has nothing to do with Headquarters," Wang Xiaoming said.

Zhong Shan was standing nearby, sensed something was wrong when he saw Wang Xiaoming turn off the phone. Not only that, he also noticed that the darkness was encroaching into the room, and the lights suddenly dimmed, filling the room with a chilling atmosphere.

In the depths of that darkness, he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he vaguely sensed a pair of empty, cold eyes watching him, lurking around like a true ghost.

"Guo Fan, something is watching you from the shadows, be careful," Zhong Shan called out, reminding him.

Guo Fan also noticed that the surrounding darkness was getting closer and closer, and it was closing in from all directions, leaving him no way out. Now, apart from the three meters around the tea table, there was no light at all.

"Since you're not going to stop, then don't blame me. I'll catch you, break out of here, and escape abroad." He thought for a long time before finally making up his mind.

Guo Fan didn't dare kill Wang Xiaoming, but he also didn't want to surrender to me. So his only way to survive was to capture Wang Xiaoming and use him as leverage to seek a chance to survive at the Ghost Tamer Headquarters overseas.

But he had just reached out his hand.

Suddenly, a blackened, old straw rope appeared in the darkness behind him. This straw rope, like a hanging rope for a dead person, exuded a strange eeriness. The straw rope was put directly around Guo Fan's neck and then tightened instantly.

An incredibly powerful force appeared, and Guo Fan even forced his tongue to stick out, feeling as if his neck was about to be strangled to death at that moment.

His hand, which was outstretched towards Wang Xiaoming, stopped in mid-air, about twenty centimeters short, but he still couldn't grasp the slightly thin, ordinary man in front of him.

The body is constantly moving backward.

The old straw rope stretched into the darkness, and it seemed as if a vengeful ghost was pulling on the rope, trying to drag him in alive.

"Zhong Shan, help! This is Yang Jian's ghost rope, cough cough. This thing can even bind ghosts."

Guo Fan's already pale face turned even more ashen, then bluish, as if he were about to die. He hurriedly called Zhong Shan for help.

Zhong Shan was about to act when Wang Xiaoming stopped him with a single sentence. "This has nothing to do with you. If you get involved, it will change the whole thing."

"Professor Wang, you can't do this!" Zhong Shan dared not act rashly and shouted.

"Many people have to make sacrifices to solve paranormal cases; it's just his turn now," Wang Xiaoming said firmly.

As Guo Fan struggled, he couldn't help but curse, "Bullshit, Wang Xiaoming, why the hell aren't you willing to sacrifice yourself?"

He was only told that his voice was high-pitched and hoarse, and that he seemed to be speaking with great difficulty.

Wang Xiaoming turned to look at him seriously and said, "If the time is right, I will."

The ghostly rope behind him tightened, pulling Guo Fan deeper into the darkness. He was powerless to resist, for he realized that the rope was not just strangling him, but also suppressing the ghost within his body.

Because the ghost in the memorial tablet is no longer reacting.

This feeling, and this phenomenon of being shrouded in darkness, is almost like facing Ghost Messenger.

Who could it be?

Guo Fan was filled with shock and anger. He was certain that although the ghost rope belonged to Yang Jian, the person who appeared today was definitely not Yang Jian.

He could hear the cracking sounds of his neck bones breaking from his constricted neck; he was in excruciating pain, but he still forced himself to twist his neck, trying to see who was hiding in the darkness behind him.

Who is so terrifying that they have left me utterly powerless to resist?

Just as he was about to be completely swallowed by darkness, he saw it.

They saw a figure standing at the other end of the ghost rope, a cold, stiff person like a corpse.

The man's face was dark, his whole body was deathly still, and his eyes were empty and numb, devoid of any spirit.

What shocked Guo Fan the most was the man's appearance; he looked exactly like the Ghost Messenger.

This is the Ghost Messenger Wei Jing.

No.

How could this be? The Ghost Messenger would obey Wang Xiaoming's orders? No, this can't be right.

This isn't Ghost Messenger, this is Wei Jing.

Wei Jing came back to life?

In an instant, many things flashed through Guo Fan's mind, and he felt a sense of terror.

A person who had long been dead, and whose vengeful spirit had been resurrected and replaced by Ghost Messenger, had somehow come back to life.

Could it be that Wang Xiaoming is capable of bringing back those who have been resurrected by vengeful spirits?

"Wait, wait a minute, I promise you, I promise you my request."

At this moment, Guo Fan chose to retreat. He dared not fight any longer. His own ghost was suppressed, and Wei Jing, who was suspected to be Ghost Messenger, appeared.

This was a fight that had no chance of being won.

"You have ten seconds," Wang Xiaoming's voice came.

Immediately afterwards, Guo Fan felt the ghost rope around his neck loosen a little, not as tight as before, and at the same time, the strange suppression also disappeared.

This is Guo Fan's last chance.

He disagreed, but Wei Jing insisted on taking it by force.

Guo Fan had no choice but to grit his teeth and hurriedly unbutton his shirt. His stomach was empty, with no internal organs inside, but it emitted a putrid stench. He reached inside and pulled out an old wooden memorial tablet.

There was a photograph of a dead person on the memorial tablet, and the person in the photograph looked almost exactly like Guo Fan.

That was a real ghost.

However, the next moment...

The person in the photo changed; a terrified Guo Fan suddenly appeared in the photo on the memorial tablet, while the ghost in the photo disappeared.

At that moment, Guo Fan's neck snapped and twisted, and the gash that had been cut quickly swelled up, seemingly healing itself.

There was no longer any trace of life in his body; instead, a chilling aura belonging to a ghost permeated the air.

Guo Fan has now become a real ghost.

The moment the ghost appeared, the last remaining lamp above its head suddenly went out, and at the same time, the ghost began to move.

It turned and walked towards Wei Jing, who was shrouded in darkness behind it.

But the next moment...

The ghost rope tightened again, strangling the ghost's neck, just like it had done with Guo Fan before, only this time it was even more ruthless.

Guo Fan's corpse, now replaced by a ghost, was lifted off the ground and forcibly suspended in mid-air.

It seems that suppression has been achieved.

The wooden memorial tablet that the ghost was holding suddenly loosened its stiff grip and fell from mid-air.

Guo Fan in the memorial tablet still looked terrified, as if he realized that he had separated from his body and become a consciousness parasitizing the memorial tablet.

"Pack your things, we should go." Wang Xiaoming finally stood up.

Zhong Shan, who was standing to the side, watched without saying a word.

He couldn't stop it from happening.

The Ghost Tamer lurking in the darkness was terrifying; Guo Fan didn't even have a chance to resist, otherwise he wouldn't have begged for mercy.

"Is he dead?" Zhong Shan asked Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming said, "He'll most likely die; that's the best-case scenario."