Wang Xiaoming, Guo Fan, and Zong Shan sat at the tea table.
Guo Fan appeared very enthusiastic, showing off his tea-making skills as he prepared to brew a pot of fine tea to welco the rarely visiting Professor Wang. Although he was nervously drumming up in his heart, uncertain about the purpose of Wang Xiaoming's special visit that day, he understood the necessity of basic courtesy.
What if Wang Xiaoming was petty and took offense at the reception?
However, it had been a few minutes since the three sat down, and not a word had been exchanged between them.
The atmosphere was incredibly awkward.
"Professor Wang, is there sothing special that brings you here this ti?" Zong Shan couldn't help asking, breaking the awkward silence.
Wang Xiaoming shifted his gaze toward Guo Fan. "Last ti, your attempt to summon ghosts failed, and because of your failure, the ghost painting incident began to appear in the city area. You don't think that after this happened, there's no relation to you anymore, do you?"
Guo Fan's hand, holding the kettle, stiffened slightly. He quickly replied, "Professor Wang, that's not fair. I risked my life to complete the mission, but what can I do if sothing went wrong? Who can guarantee that every supernatural event will be perfectly dealt with? Besides, my mistake wasn't intentional, and I almost died there too. It's already good enough that I'm still alive."
"Is Professor Wang here to assign bla?" Zong Shan asked anxiously, "Although the mistake was significant, there are understandable reasons."
"No, I am not here to assign bla," Wang Xiaoming said. "I arranged the plan and the personnel, so I share so of the fault for the errors."
"Then what did you an by your words just now?" Guo Fan relaxed a little and asked imdiately.
Wang Xiaoming looked at him. "Your condition is quite poor."
Upon hearing this, an unusual shade crossed Guo Fan's rigid, pale face. He had been a ghost controller for a long ti, almost belonging to the sa era as Feng Quan. The reason Feng Quan had survived up to this point was that he had lain in the Ghost Coffin for a few months, which nearly extended his life by two months.
That he was still alive today was indeed quite fortunate.
"Indeed, my condition is a bit poor. Can you solve it, Professor Wang?" Guo Fan didn't hide his condition and asked directly.
Wang Xiaoming said, "I can solve it for you, but I need you to do a favor."
"What favor? Just say it. As long as I can do it, I'm willing," Guo Fan replied with so surprise, thinking it was just a casual ntion, not expecting Wang Xiaoming to actually agree.
Wang Xiaoming said, "I need to borrow sothing from you for a while."
Hmm?
Guo Fan frowned slightly, jokingly said, "Professor Wang isn't planning to borrow my life, is he?"
"No."
"As long as it's not that, I'm relieved," Guo Fan replied.
"I need the spiritual token you ntioned," Wang Xiaoming cut through the pretense and stated his purpose directly.
At these words, Guo Fan's expression changed drastically, "There's a ghost hiding in that spiritual token; it's a very dangerous thing. Surely, Professor Wang, you wouldn't need it? This item is extrely important to . I suffer from the assault of a fierce ghost and need to release the ghost in the spiritual token periodically to resist the erosion of another ghost."
"It's precisely because of this that I have been barely surviving and haven't died early due to the fierce ghost's revival. If Professor Wang takes away my spiritual token, wouldn't my death be certain?"
"Can you still co out after entering the spiritual token now?" Wang Xiaoming countered.
Zong Shan, who was beside them, looked on with a hint of surprise. Others might not be aware of Guo Fan's situation, but he knew. Guo Fan could potentially be trapped in the spiritual token at any mont, unable to co out; the failure of their last ghost summoning was because sothing went wrong with Guo Fan's guidance, and he couldn't control the situation. Although he sohow managed to survive afterwards, the signs of trouble had already surfaced.
The next ti, or perhaps the ti after that, if Guo Fan enters the photograph within the spiritual token, he really might die.
Guo Fan didn't know how to answer at the mont. He dared not divulge anything to Wang Xiaoming, choosing instead to say, "Last ti was an accident caused by an unknown supernatural disturbance. I can still survive for a while like this, so I hope headquarters will give this chance."
He was different from Yang Jian; he had no space or leverage to negotiate, so he took a very humble stance.
"Here, Professor Wang, have so tea."
Guo Fan poured a cup of tea for Wang Xiaoming, with a bit of an ingratiating intention.
"I have a plan, you might want to listen," Wang Xiaoming said, his face calm as he watched the teacup gradually fill up.
"Professor Wang's suggestions must be excellent, I'm all ears," Guo Fan said.
Wang Xiaoming said, "I need you to enter that spirit position again, after which I will find a way to imprison the ghost inside."
"What?" Guo Fan was sowhat surprised: "If you imprison that ghost, what happens to my body? Won't I die inside it?"
"I will switch you into a different body," Wang Xiaoming said.
Guo Fan shook his head quickly and said, "This is impossible, it's not that simple. You can't easily transfer consciousness; that power only belongs to ghosts, and that ghost is terrifying..."
Before he could finish, Wang Xiaoming interjected, "That's my concern, not yours. I'm just asking you one question, will you lend it or not?"
"Although you are the renowned Professor Wang, I really can't agree to this... I won't lend myself to you." Guo Fan's gaze flickered, and he firmly refused.
Although it was about lending that dreadful spirit position, it was essentially no different from lending his own life.
How could he agree?
Not even if the Celestial King himself ca, Guo Fan was not that foolish.
Wang Xiaoming seed to have anticipated this response, saying, "If you truly won't lend it, then I will have to take it myself, and I hope you won't bla ."
"Wang Xiaoming, what do you an?" At that mont, Guo Fan stood up abruptly.
"No other aning, just that I want to take the spirit position from your body within today. You should heed my advice; instead of dying at the hands of a murderous ghost coming back to life, it's better to cooperate with . This way, you still have a chance to survive." Wang Xiaoming drank up the tea in his cup and then slowly put down the cup.
"Guo Fan, sothing's wrong, the sky outside... has darkened," Zong Shan suddenly noticed sothing abnormal at that ti.
He observed that outside the window it was pitch-black as if it had suddenly turned to night, even though it was midday.
Not only that, but the darkness outside was so intense it was terrifying, seeping in continuously through the gaps in the window and from all directions of the walls, as if the darkness wanted to devour everyone in the place.
"It's the Ghost Domain." Guo Fan's complexion changed drastically, feeling a strong sense of crisis.
"Has there been a paranormal event? No, that's impossible, is this your doing, Professor Wang?" Zong Shan quickly realized the situation, his eyes staring fixedly at Wang Xiaoming.
Wang Xiaoming said, "Considering that you might not lend the item, I had no choice but to co and take it myself. And since all of you are ghost manipulators, it would be quite difficult to take sothing from your hands, so I had to make so insignificant preparations, I hope you don't mind."
After finishing, he raised his head slightly and looked earnestly at Guo Fan.
"Wang Xiaoming, you've gone too far, don't think just because you're Professor Wang that I won't dare to do anything to you, provoke and I'll take you down today," Guo Fan's anger was sparked, and he said through gritted teeth.
"Of course, you can, I haven't forbidden you from retaliating," Wang Xiaoming said. "As long as you are willing to lend the item to , that's fine."
His tone was calm, but his stance was just as determined.
He would not rest until he took the spirit position from Guo Fan's hands.
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