Mysterious recovery: I have two ways to become a god

Interpol Headquarters Asia,

In the captain's office,

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

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

After hearing the confirmed information, Zhao Jianguo said quickly: "Professor, this is it. I need to use these two magazines to convince some people. Can you..."

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

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

"Give you a magazine. It suddenly occurred to me that there are some things I haven't tested yet."

"Okay...Okay, professor, wait for me. I'll be there right away." Zhao Jianguo didn't doubt it. He hung up the phone and ran out immediately.

When he reached the door of the building, he seemed to remember something. He quickly called someone to bring him a silver suitcase, and then got into the car heading to the experimental base.

Wang Xiaoming didn't wait long when he saw Zhao Jianguo running over. There was a follower behind him, carrying a silver suitcase.

"Huh...huh, professor, I've been waiting for a long time, I'm sorry." Zhao Jianguo was out of breath, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Captain Zhao has so many things to do, why is he always running around by himself." Seeing Zhao Jianguo's embarrassed look, Wang Xiaoming made a few jokes casually.

"Don't worry, this thing is too important. I don't worry about letting others come." Zhao Jianguo took the handed magazine with a more solemn expression, casually took out a few bullets, and observed carefully.

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

Simply loading the bullet back, Zhao Jianguo took the suitcase from the attendant and handed it to Wang Xiaoming.

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

After Wang Xiaoming took the suitcase, he smiled and said: "I just told you to collect the blood of ghost masters in the morning, and you delivered it in the afternoon. When did the efficiency of the headquarters become so high?"

After Zhao Jianguo heard this, he didn't explain it and just laughed innocently.

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

"I've thought about what the professor said. What about the man in suit below Longmen Town? He also controls some of the will-o'-the-wisps." Zhao Jianguo said.

"It's possible, but that ghost is quite scary. There are at least four ghosts on it. Are you sure you can take it down?"

"With our current strength, it is difficult to succeed, so I am going to ask Mr. Qin to take action."

Speaking of Mr. Qin, an old man wearing a gray coat, with age spots on his face, and a cane appeared in Wang Xiaoming's memory.

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

I just don’t know why, but the other party rarely revealed anything about the Republic of China period. He joined the Ghost Controller Department when it was established, and his strength is unpredictable.

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

By predicting the future, Mr. Qin made a secret plan and tried not to take action, thus reducing his interference in the present world. Zhao Jianguo asked him to take action, but he didn't know if he could do it.

It's just that since Wang Xiaoming awakened from Su Hui, it has been impossible for the world to develop as Mr. Qin expected.

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

Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but think about it, chatted with Zhao Jianguo for a few words and then left.

After parting ways with Zhao Jianguo, Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun walked to the cafeteria. They had just eaten one meal that day, and now that they were free, their stomachs were already growling.

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?" Li Jun, who was following behind, asked suspiciously when Wang Xiaoming returned to the experimental building.

"Almost, I need to go through these ghost controller bloods 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 the others?"

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

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

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

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

Walking into the experimental building, Li Jun found that there were many people in the experimental building in the evening, and they were busy working. This made Li Jun feel strange, don't these people eat?

Unlike Wang Xiaoming who stops experiments when the time comes, many professors are overtime addicts and work day and night on supernatural-related matters.

It's just that research on supernatural beings relies on luck and intuition. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can't find useful supernatural items.

Wang Xiaoming understands this very well.

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 ghost rider blood. 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 ghost rider's blood, 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 memory in his mind was like a river, flowing in his mind. The memory of the previous life was the starting point of the river, and the memory of this life was the 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.