Chapter 112 Clay Figure

There is no way, Wang Xiaoming accidentally made too much.

The sludge originally smelled bad, and now a large pile of it is even more "fragrant".

"Get rid of the odor..."

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and stopped casting.

He was just about to use the power of the spirit of the word, but thought that this might affect the results of the experiment, so he did not use it.

He put on an extra mask and started the experiment.

After a while, under Wang Xiaoming's control, the black sludge turned into a simple clay statue, and even the odor was much lighter.

Throw an appraisal to the clay figure to get relevant information.

"Sure enough, it's the same as I thought, it's the cause of the supernatural derivative."

Wang Xiaoming sensed the information he had identified. The ability of the clay figure is to automatically erode and transform the surrounding environment after it is activated until the supernatural power is exhausted.

The effect is very useless, but there is no way, this is the ability of the sludge.

But Wang Xiaoming is not concerned about this, but the strength and storage time of the supernatural power in it.

The strength can ensure that the supernatural items he made can be used normally in supernatural events, and the preservation time can show whether the supernatural power in the items he made is stable.

This clay statue has met the standards in both aspects. At present, his experiment has been initially successful.

The next step is to combine the abilities of other evil spirits with this supernatural derivative. He casually put the clay figure he just made aside and started a new experiment.

I don’t know how long it took and how many times he failed.

Wang Xiaoming finally made a black clay figure with the ability of a pencil evil spirit.

"Not bad!"

Looking at the black clay figure in his hand, he felt the result of the appraisal and made an evaluation.

The ability of the pencil evil spirit is curse. After being made into a clay figure, the ability is naturally still curse. The method of use is not troublesome.

Just put the photo of the cursed target under the feet of the clay figure, and the target will be cursed by the clay figure. The same method is used to deal with evil spirits.

At the same time, the temporary command post of the Ming Thirteen Tombs.

Jiang Shangbai brought nearly twenty ghost riders from his circle of friends here.

"My name is Ah Hong, I'm responsible for receiving you, follow me." The person who received the circle of friends was a female ghost rider from the headquarters, with a cold expression.

Before Jiang Shangbai came, Fang Shiming had told him not to cause trouble, so he followed his ghost riders obediently.

In order to prevent ordinary people from entering by mistake, the headquarters moved the blockade outward, and all residents within the blockade were arranged to other places.

They were currently walking on a wide road, surrounded by military green tents, and military police walked by from time to time.

"This is where you will rest temporarily."

Stopping, Ah Hong pointed to a row of simple houses in the distance and said.

"What? You just let us live here?"

"Hey! We are here to help, you should at least arrange a hotel!"

"I won't live in this iron house, whoever wants to live can live!"

Seeing that the headquarters arranged such a place for them, these ghost riders from the circle of friends were directly angry and said they would not do it.

Even Jiang Shangbai was embarrassed. This place was too simple. The iron houses that can be seen everywhere on the construction site were not suitable for him to live in even when he was at his lowest point.

"Beauty, this place is too simple. Didn't the headquarters arrange a hotel or something?" Jiang Shangbai asked.

Ah Hong's face remained unchanged, and she said lightly: "This is the arrangement of the headquarters. We will also live in this kind of room in the next period of time. If you don't want to, please go back!"

As soon as these words came out, they caused dissatisfaction among these ghost riders again.

"Go back, Brother Jiang, when have we ever been so cowardly in our circle of friends."

"Yes! Brother Jiang, let's go back!"

"Go back, the people in the headquarters are looking down on us."

Jiang Shangbai wanted to persuade them, but he didn't know what to say. Should he say that the situation is stronger than people, and do they need to curry favor with the headquarters now?

The noise here was soon noticed by the soldiers patrolling in the distance. Each of these soldiers was fully armed. They followed the sound and surrounded the ghost riders in the circle of friends.

The leading soldier recognized the female ghost rider and stepped forward to salute:

"Sir, do you need help?"

"No...No!"

Jiang Shangbai hurriedly shouted: "It's all a misunderstanding, calm down...Calm down!"

Jiang Shangbai explained and comforted his ghost riders, fearing that a fool would mess things up. After all, most ghost riders are emotionally unstable.

Fortunately, things did not develop in a bad direction. These people shouted fiercely, but none of them really took action.

Seeing that the scene had calmed down, Ah Hong waved her hand and asked the soldiers to retreat.

"Is there a problem living here?"

"No problem, it's just a place to live. Resting anywhere is not resting."

"That's good. We will have a meeting at the headquarters at 6pm. We will assign you specific tasks at that time."

"Okay."

After Ah Hong left, Jiang Shangbai's face had become gloomy. He looked at the people in front of him and said:

"This mission is very important to our circle of friends. There must be no mistakes. If anyone drags them down, I will kill them!"

After that, he went into a simple room by himself. The rest of the people looked at each other and then dispersed.

Several ghost riders who were on good terms chose a simple house. As soon as they entered, one of them said:

"Yang Wei shouted the loudest just now. I thought he was so powerful, but he became weak when those soldiers came."

"Hahaha! Otherwise, he is called Yang Wei, so who else would be weak?"

"It's not his fault. Jiang Shangbai was also scared. It's really embarrassing."

"There is no way. Everyone knows that the headquarters has supernatural gunpowder. Maybe the guns in the hands of these soldiers are filled with supernatural bullets. After a round of shooting, how many of us can survive?"

"Alas! It's so frustrating!"

Late at night, in the Ming Tombs,

"Light ghosts were found in area A3!

Light ghosts were found in area A3!

Light ghosts were found in area A3!"

A voice suddenly came from the intercom, but Jiang Shangbai did not move.

At the six o'clock meeting, the headquarters assigned them tasks. Each ghost rider was responsible for an area, which was distinguished by letters and numbers.

Jiang Shangbai is now in charge of D2, which is a core area and far from A3. By the time he gets there, the ghost has already run away.

"A ghost with lights is found in D1!"

Swoosh...

As soon as the information was spoken on the intercom, Jiang Shangbai turned into a black line and left the place.

D1 is right next to him, and it will take less than ten seconds to use the ghost domain to get there.

Soon, Jiang Shangbai saw a dazzling white light swaying in the middle of the night, and at the source of the white light was a distorted ghost, and behind the ghost there was a vague world looming.

But what attracted Jiang Shangbai the most was the figure struggling in the white light. He was very familiar with that figure. It was a ghost rider who followed him today. If he remembered correctly, this person was the one guarding D1 area tonight.