Mysterious Awakening-Chapter 475: Solved?

Wang Xiaoming wants to commit suicide?

Upon hearing Li Jun’s statement, the others looked incredulously at Wang Xiaoming among the crowd.

The renowned Professor Wang, famous both domestically and internationally, actually harbored thoughts of suicide?

Although these words came from Li Jun, after some careful thought, they still seemed very plausible.

This Ghost Envoy incident was caused by a failed experiment; although it happened not long ago, it resulted in the loss of a training base and the deaths of nearly ten ghost controllers, not to mention the involvement of numerous staff members.

While the death toll wasn’t high, the loss of ghost controllers was tremendous, constituting a huge loss.

Was it guilt that led Wang Xiaoming to consider suicide?

No wonder that when the ghost wandered towards the lab, he didn’t think about leaving, but was adamant about staying here to deal with it.

Perhaps, in his heart, if he couldn’t resolve this supernatural event, he would rather die here.

Having thought about it.

Quite a few people could understand his feelings now.

"Professor Wang, now is not the time for self-reproach. Many experimental projects still need your leadership, and in these days when supernatural events are becoming increasingly severe, the world cannot be without you. Your research on the Ghost Candle, as well as methods for controlling fierce ghosts, Gold’s discovery... it can be said that you’ve influenced the entire world. If you were to take your own life, then in the future, more people will die because of your absence," someone immediately began to persuade.

"That’s right, and besides, what supernatural event doesn’t result in death? Moreover, you can’t be blamed for this incident. You weren’t in the lab when the supernatural event occurred; it was purely accidental. Even without the experiment, ghosts would still appear," Zong Shan nodded in agreement.

The others also joined in persuading him.

Regardless of whether it was sincere, they did not want Wang Xiaoming to die.

If he died, to whom would they turn for problems with the resurrection of fierce ghosts? From whom would they obtain the Ghost Candle?

Besides, he always managed to research quite a few useful things, which was a very important assurance for everyone else.

The death of a few ghost controllers was insignificant, but there was only one Wang Xiaoming. His death would be a tremendous loss to anyone.

Li Jun’s gaze carried some worry. He knew what Wang Xiaoming really cared about was not that, but rather the fact that he had forcibly taken Wang Xiaoming out of the lab earlier, thus allowing the originally controllable supernatural event to run loose.

That was the real knot in Wang Xiaoming’s heart.

"No matter what, Captain’s plan is currently underway. Professor Wang, the plan you’re leading can’t just fail halfway. If your psychological state isn’t good, I’ll arrange for a psychologist to help you after we deal with this. You can’t afford to have problems right now," Jang Shangbai fixed his eyes on him and said. ℞𝘈ℕȮ𝐛ΕS

Wang Xiaoming looked up slightly, and spoke slowly, "My plan won’t change. I’m the only one who can lead the fierce ghost back into the coffin. You are not the ghost’s target. You can’t do this. However, I will make some changes to the plan, but the premise is that you have to trust me."

"So starting now, you need to keep your distance from me. Before the next wave of attacks comes, I must be isolated. I don’t want to waste time."

"Will you be in danger?" Li Jun asked gravely.

Wang Xiaoming said, "If I said there was no danger, would you believe me?"

Of course, they didn’t believe him.

This was an S-class supernatural event, a horrifying fierce ghost that could not be confined. Although Yang Jian had forcibly altered the ghost’s rules, reducing the ghost’s degree of horror, given the current situation, if the ghost entered a city, there was no doubt the Dachang City incident would repeat.

Yet another city would fall.

"Looking at your expressions, I know you don’t believe me, but the fact is that I truly am not in danger. The rules of this ghost have been figured out so clearly that even a fool knows what to do," Wang Xiaoming spread his hands in a somewhat helpless manner.

"But if you still want to stay here, my plan will never be carried out."

At that moment, Tong Qian said, "The ghost has restarted again. This is already the fifth time. The sixth wave of attacks is going to come soon."

She turned her head around, displaying a smile that was as serene as that of a dead person’s, facing everyone with an indescribable eeriness.

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"It’s really never-ending. The degree of horror of this ghost isn’t that high, but it is very persistent, restarting over and over. Is it trying to wear us down to death here?" someone cursed.

"Indeed, up until now, that ghost has not shown any special side," said Jang Shangbai, giving it a glance. He felt as if he were on a tour, not like he was handling a supernatural event.

There was no sense of tension or urgency.

He didn’t even need to act; any slight contact with the ghost by anyone would send it into a restart.

What they didn’t know was that the most terrifying ability of the ghost had been desperately limited by Yang Jian; otherwise, they would undoubtedly regret getting involved in this supernatural event.

"Don’t waste any more time. Leave my side before the seventh wave of attacks begins," Wang Xiaoming said sternly at that time.

His urgency was actually motivated by another concern.

In this endless ghost restarting, a terrible and unpredictable mutation might occur. If that were the case, this operation would become extremely dangerous.

Others might underestimate this supernatural event, but he wouldn’t, because this terror was created by him.

Li Jun stared at Wang Xiaoming for a moment. He didn’t know if Wang Xiaoming genuinely wanted to deal with the event or he wanted to commit suicide.

After pondering for a brief moment, he still spoke up, "Let’s do as Professor Wang says, and temporarily leave this place."

"Since it’s decided, then I too can only agree to this plan."

The others had no objections, after all, this operation was entrusted to Wang Xiaoming’s command, and it also appeared to be the best method available.

Soon, the others began to leave Wang Xiaoming’s side, leaving only him and a damaged Ghost Coffin remaining in place.

The reason why the Ghost Coffin was damaged was that the lid had cracked and could no longer seal perfectly as before. Whether this would become a hidden danger, no one knew.

Although the others didn’t move far away, in the dim environment, just a few meters of separation made it seem as if everyone had disappeared, with the darkness and eeriness all around as if fierce ghosts could appear at any moment, sending chills down the spine.

Wang Xiaoming’s expression was very calm; he seemed to have not a trace of fear, just standing silently in place, motionless, waiting.

He had neither actively stepped into the Ghost Coffin to lure the vengeful ghost, nor prepared a Ghost Candle, bracing for a possible attack.

But just because he was doing nothing didn’t mean nothing would happen around him.

Soon, darkness crept in from one direction, turning the already dim environment into pitch blackness in an instant.

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It was so dark that one couldn’t see their own hand in front of their face, and even sound seemed to be cut off. Even if there were spirit manipulators standing all around, their figures had already disappeared.

The seventh attack had begun.

This time was different from before. Wang Xiaoming had no protection near him, he was just one person, completely isolated. There were no ghosts in him either, so if a ghost appeared, it would only head towards him.

Just as planned.

In the darkness, Wang Xiaoming remained unnervingly calm, his mental fortitude seemingly stronger than that of even the top spirit manipulators.

Perhaps it was because he had spent years researching supernatural events and had become accustomed to ghosts, or maybe he had come to terms with life and death. Those who do not care for their own life, naturally wouldn’t care for fear either.

Wang Xiaoming seemed to be timing something.

He had observed the previous attacks, the direction from which the ghost would emerge after restarting, the time it would appear before everyone, and approximately when it would attack him... These were all data.

His data had become incredibly precise after the previous restarts.

Even with his eyes closed, he knew when the ghost would come close to him.

"It’s here."

Suddenly, Wang Xiaoming murmured quietly in the darkness.

The next moment.

A clear footstep sound came from the darkness ahead; it was stiff and heavy, as if a dead person was walking in the Black Night.

Only then did Wang Xiaoming start to act, pulling out a box from his person. It was made of Gold.

Inside was a cloth doll.

It was the decoy doll previously given to Huang Ziya by Yang Jian.

With his level of access, he naturally could request to use it.

Wang Xiaoming didn’t open the box. Instead, he fired a shot at a specific spot on it.

"Bang!"

The sound of the gunshot rang out, and the not-so-thick box was immediately pierced through.

A gunshot?

Hearing this, Li Jun’s face changed drastically in the darkness.

He thought Wang Xiaoming had shot himself.

"Don’t come over, I’m fine." However, it seemed Wang Xiaoming had anticipated Li Jun’s reaction. His voice carried through the darkness, assuring them he was still alive.

Upon hearing this, Li Jun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Having pierced the box, Wang Xiaoming did nothing but drip a few drops of blood into it.

The blood seeped through the hole and onto the cloth doll inside.

By now, the footsteps in the darkness had become very close.

Wang Xiaoming could even feel the cold chill gradually approaching. He remained composed, casually throwing the box into a nearby coffin.

Immediately.

The cold chill that had been drawing closer in the darkness changed course, heading towards the Ghost Coffin.

He had changed the vengeful ghost’s target with the cloth doll, which meant he didn’t need to lie inside the Ghost Coffin himself; a cloth doll was enough to act as a substitute.

The reason he pierced the box instead of releasing the doll was that he considered a running doll would mess up his plan and because the doll, kept inside the box, was less likely to be "killed." After all, it would take the ghost some time to penetrate the box through the bullet hole.

"Thud!"

A muffled collision sound came from nearby as if something was slamming against the side of the coffin.

"Has the vengeful ghost returned to the coffin?" Wang Xiaoming wondered with a flicker in his gaze.

He knew his plan had succeeded.

But he wasn’t sure if the plan was effective, seeing as the ghost had changed several times already. Whether returning to the coffin would resolve the supernatural event was still an unknown.

However, the situation appeared to be better than expected.

The thick darkness around them began to dissipate, and the Ghost Domain seemed to be fading away.

"Did it work?" Feng Quan, who was the first to realize, was stunned.

This scene was exactly like the incident at Huanggang Village.

The darkness receded, and the surroundings grew gradually brighter.

"No way, did Professor Wang resolve this supernatural event all by himself?" A spirit manipulator named Cao Yang was flabbergasted.