Chapter 19: Supernatural Magazine

Interpol Asia Headquarters,

In the captain's office,

Zhao Jianguo excitedly held the microphone in his hand, and he said again: "Professor, do you have any remaining bullets?"

"There are two more magazines." Wang Xiaoming's calm voice came from the other side.

Hearing the confirmed information, Zhao Jianguo hurriedly said: "Professor, it's like this, I need to use these two magazines to convince some people, can I..."

"No problem, you send someone to get it." Wang Xiaoming did not refuse. The research on the supernatural gunpowder has come to an end, and these bullets are not of much significance to him.

It's just that Wang Xiaoming doesn't care, but someone cares. Just when he agreed to Zhao Jianguo, he heard a cough from the side, and it was Li Jun who was holding the magazine.

"Give you a magazine, I suddenly remembered that there are still some things that have not been tested."

"Okay...Okay, professor, wait for me, I'll be there soon." Zhao Jianguo did not doubt it. He hung up the phone and ran out immediately.

When he walked to the door of the building, he seemed to remember something, and hurriedly called someone to send him a silver suitcase before getting on the car to the experimental base.

Wang Xiaoming didn't have to wait long before he saw Zhao Jianguo jogging over. Behind him was a little follower carrying a silver briefcase.

"Huh...Huh, professor, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Zhao Jianguo was a little out of breath, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Captain Zhao is so busy, why do you always run around by yourself?" Seeing Zhao Jianguo's embarrassed look, Wang Xiaoming made a few jokes casually.

"I'm worried, the stuff this time is too important, I'm worried about letting others come." Zhao Jianguo took the magazine handed over, his expression became a little more solemn, and he casually ejected a few bullets and observed carefully.

It's just that the ammunition was wrapped in gold, so he couldn't see anything no matter how hard he looked.

Simply put the bullets back, Zhao Jianguo took the briefcase from the follower and handed it to Wang Xiaoming.

"Professor, I brought the ghost rider blood you asked for this time. There are ten of them in total, from different ghost riders."

After Wang Xiaoming took the suitcase, he smiled and said, "I just told you to collect ghost rider blood this morning, and you delivered it this afternoon. When did the headquarters become so efficient?"

After hearing this, Zhao Jianguo did not explain, but just laughed.

"By the way," Wang Xiaoming reminded, "Currently, the production of supernatural gunpowder uses Li Jun's blood. If it really becomes popular, he alone can't supply it."

"I've thought about what the professor said. How about the man in a suit under Longmen Town? He also controls a part of the ghost fire." Zhao Jianguo said.

"It can be possible, but the horror of that evil ghost is not low. There are at least four ghosts on his body. Are you sure you can take it down?"

"It's very difficult to take it down with our current strength, so I'm going to ask Qin Lao to help."

Speaking of Qin Lao, Wang Xiaoming's memory emerged with an old man wearing a gray coat, with age spots all over his face and walking with a cane.

This is a ghost rider from the Republic of China. It is said that he was born a ghost rider. He is now a hundred years old and knows many secrets.

I don’t know why, but he rarely reveals things about the Republic of China. He joined the ghost rider department when it was established, and his strength is unfathomable.

Wang Xiaoming, who has read the original novel, knows that this old Qin not only has the ability to restart time within a certain range, but can also talk to his future self and obtain information about the future.

Through the prediction of the future, old Qin secretly arranged and tried not to take action, reducing his interference in the present world. Zhao Jianguo asked him to take action, but I don’t know if it will work.

However, since Wang Xiaoming awakened his wisdom, this world has been impossible to develop in the way that old Qin expected.

I just don’t know if old Qin will notice the changes I have made to the world. If he can notice it, will he come to find me.

Wang Xiaoming couldn’t help thinking in his heart, and he left after talking to Zhao Jianguo for a few words.

After parting with Zhao Jianguo, Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun walked to the cafeteria. On this day, the two only had a meal. Now they are free, and their stomachs are rumbling.

After dinner, Wang Xiaoming did not go back to the dormitory to rest, but returned to the experimental building with Li Jun.

"Professor, are you going back to do experiments?" Seeing Wang Xiaoming return to the experimental building, Li Jun, who was following behind him, asked in confusion.

"Almost. I need to go through the blood of the ghost riders sent by Captain Zhao as soon as possible to prevent the supernatural power from dissipating." Wang Xiaoming said with a smile.

"Do you need me to call other people?"

"No, no one else can help with this matter." Wang Xiaoming walked briskly and pushed open the door of the experimental building.

He couldn't wait to be promoted to Sequence Eight.

Two experiments during the day allowed him to digest most of the magic potion in his body. Originally, he thought that the magic potion would be completely digested in a few days. Unexpectedly, Zhao Jianguo sent ten blood of the ghost riders today.

Compared with doing experiments slowly and learning new knowledge, memorizing supernatural runes can promote the digestion of magic potions. As long as all the runes in these ten blood of the ghost riders are memorized, Wang Xiaoming can completely digest the magic potion.

Walking into the experimental building, Li Jun found that there were quite a few people in the experimental building in the evening. They were busy working, which made Li Jun feel strange. Don’t these people eat?

Unlike Wang Xiaoming who stopped the experiment at a certain time, many professors were overtime crazy and studied matters related to the supernatural day and night.

However, studying the supernatural requires luck and intuition. Sometimes, no matter how hard you work, you can’t research useful supernatural items.

Wang Xiaoming has a deep understanding of this.

Ignoring the others, Wang Xiaoming went straight back to the familiar No. 3 laboratory, came to the familiar workbench, and began to make microscope specimens with special tools.

He skillfully observed the blood of the ghost rider under the microscope, wrote down the spiritual runes he saw, and soon he finished reading one type of ghost rider blood.

Wang Xiaoming did not stop and continued to take out another blood of the ghost rider. Unlike when he just took the magic potion, Wang Xiaoming's magic potion has been digested for the most part, and the total amount of spirituality has almost doubled.

At this time, he can use the spiritual vision combination skill five times in a row without exhausting his spirituality.

As time passed, Wang Xiaoming remembered more and more spiritual runes, and the feedback of the magic potion in his body became more and more intense. Just when he was memorizing the runes in the fifth blood of the ghost rider, the magic potion of the generalist was digested.

The moment the magic potion was completely digested, Wang Xiaoming felt that he had never felt so smooth before. The memories in his mind were like a river, flowing in his mind. The memories of the previous life were the starting point of the river, and the memories of this life were the main trunk of the river running towards the future.

There are also countless complicated memories that spontaneously form tributaries, making disorder into order. Wang Xiaoming is very relaxed now. No matter how many memories he has, he is not stressed.

If he used memory awakening before, it was like flipping through a book to find the answer, then now he is using a computer and can directly search for the information he wants, which is more than a little bit improved.

At the same time, the gift of the secret peeper is also completely unlocked. His eyes can see more clearly, and he is confident in performing dream divination in divination. He has a deeper understanding of some ritual magic in his memory, and perhaps he can use it in this world after some modification.

But these are not the most important things. The most important thing is that he can take the potion of sequence eight and become a sequence eight archaeologist of the craftsman path and a sequence eight combat scholar of the caster path.

However, in about a week, Wang Xiaoming completely digested the potion of sequence nine. This would be impossible in the mysterious world. That is, he was in another world, isolated from most of the influence of the Creator, so this miracle happened.

Wang Xiaoming looked up at the cameras in the corner and Li Jun standing guard. This is not a good place to take potions.

Sequence eight of both paths enhances physical abilities, and there is a high probability of major changes when promoted. If someone sees it, it will be too troublesome to explain.

Although he took the potion in a very covert way, Wang Xiaoming still decided to go back to the dormitory to be promoted.

He put the remaining blood of the ghost rider back into the silver suitcase, and then cleaned up the table and said to Li Jun:

"Go back, I'm a little tired."

Li Jun nodded in agreement, without any doubt. After all, there were indeed too many things to do today. First, he used his blood and Zhurong Stone to study the supernatural gunpowder, then went to the hospital to pick up Wang Xiaoqiang, and continued to experiment with supernatural bullets after returning.

Li Jun himself felt tired, not to mention Wang Xiaoming, who was an ordinary person.

Back in the dormitory, Li Jun moved into the room where Cao Yang had lived before. The room had been cleaned by a special person, and the furniture was complete, so he could move in with his luggage.

Wang Xiaoming returned to the room, changed into slippers, took off his white coat, and in order to create a sense of ceremony, he also took a shower and changed into pajamas.

In the living room, Wang Xiaoming took four steps straight and silently said in his heart:

"The essence of knowledge, the root of mystery."

"The glory of civilization, the persistence of truth."

Countless murmurs sounded, and things in front of him began to distort. Compared with when he just drank the potion, he was much more relaxed.

His spirits were instantly lifted, and Wang Xiaoming was like a flying fish jumping out of the water, and instantly came to a new world - the wilderness of knowledge.

This place is still the same as he came last time. An empty Dajing City stands in the endless wilderness.

Usually, he only goes to the wilderness of knowledge when making identification spells, and the time he stays there is also very short.

Mainly because there are too many things to do, so he has not modified the scene here, and Dajing City has always retained the appearance of his fantasy.

Wang Xiaoming landed on the top floor of the Ping An Hotel, silently sensing his connection with the core of the source. Under his thoughts, a black tower appeared. Unlike before, two streams of light flew out of the black tower and then disappeared again.

Two streams of light, one blue and one purple, flew into Wang Xiaoming's spiritual body. He felt his head explode, then healed. When he came to his senses, he found that he had returned to the real world.

He looked at the clock and saw that only one minute had passed from the beginning to now. It had not been a long time.

Suddenly, just as he was about to check the potion in his body, countless heat currents began to appear in his body. Wang Xiaoming felt as if he was being calcined in a furnace, and then countless cold currents appeared, making him feel like he was in a world of ice and snow.

While his body was being transformed, Wang Xiaoming could still hear the mumbling around him. Just hearing it gave him a splitting headache and a drowsy mind.

Inexplicable symbols began to appear on his skin, and even phantoms in the shape of eyes appeared on his face.

'What's going on? Haven't I completely digested the potion? The reaction of this potion is too great. '

In this negative state attached to taking the potion, Wang Xiaoming still retained a trace of sobriety.

The reaction to taking the potion this time was too great, and he clearly felt that something was wrong.