Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

The headquarters is holding a training meeting, which all the demon tamers who have recently been incorporated into the headquarters must attend.

It was called training, but it was really just a formality.

Let the big shots at headquarters see the state of each Ghost Master, and give them a little warning so they don't get too carried away.

Although Zhao Kaiming joined the headquarters earlier than Yang Jian, he did not participate in any events in order to protect his own secrets.

So I have to go this time too.

So he replied to Zhao Jianguo: "Got it, will be there on time."

Then he set off.

We flew directly there; we didn't take a plane.

Zhao Kaiming didn't want to end up like Yang Jian, encountering a supernatural event halfway through his flight and being forced to deal with some kind of ghostly thing at 10,000 meters in the air.

Although he wasn't afraid, it was still troublesome.

So he chose the simpler way: traveling through the ghost realm.

The straight-line distance from Dachang City to Dajing City is over 1,000 kilometers.

Zhao Kaiming activated the Ghost Realm, took a step, and was already a thousand miles away.

Taking a leisurely stroll is much faster than flying, and you don't even need to go through security.

Along the way, he also stopped at a breakfast stall in a small town and had a bowl of tofu pudding with two spoonfuls of chili oil, which he thoroughly enjoyed.

"This is what life is all about," Zhao Kaiming remarked.

Unlike Yang Jian, whose miserable life is so miserable that he can run into supernatural events even when he goes out.

Zhao Kaiming arrived in Dajing City a day before the meeting officially began.

He didn't rush to report to headquarters, but instead found a nice hotel in the city to stay in.

My phone rang right after I checked in.

The screen displays: Fang Shiming.

Zhao Kaiming raised an eyebrow and answered the call.

"Hello, Mr. Fang, what are your instructions?"

Fang Shiming's hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone:

"Brother Zhao, why didn't you let me know you arrived in Dajing City? I would have sent someone to pick you up."

Zhao Kaiming chuckled to himself.

Wow, they're really well-informed. I barely arrived before they called.

"Mr. Fang, you're too kind. I'm just a free man, how could I dare to trouble you?"

"Hey, that's what you're saying," Fang Shiming said warmly.

"Is this your first time in Dajing City? Let me treat you to a welcome dinner. I'll also introduce you to a few friends."

Zhao Kaiming understood Fang Shiming's subtext.

The welcome dinner was a pretense; the real purpose was to show others that "Zhao Kaiming and I have a very good relationship."

After all, Zhao Kaiming is now known as "Asia's No. 1 Ghost Tamer," so who wouldn't want to ride his coattails?

As the president of his circle of friends, Fang Shiming's greatest skill is building connections.

If others saw Zhao Kaiming drinking and chatting happily with him, the stock price in his WeChat Moments would rise by at least three consecutive daily limits.

Unfortunately, Zhao Kaiming wasn't going to give him that kind of face.

"Mr. Fang, since we're forming a secret alliance, it's best not to be too high-profile."

Zhao Kaiming politely declined, saying, "There's no need to meet. We can talk on the phone if there's anything."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Fang Shiming clearly did not expect Zhao Kaiming to refuse so decisively.

But he quickly resumed his laughter:

"Haha, Brother Zhao is very thoughtful."

Okay, then I won't force you. Let's find another opportunity to get together after the meeting."

"Sure, sure," Zhao Kaiming replied casually before hanging up the phone.

He tossed his phone onto the bed and scoffed.

"Fang Shiming, you want to use me as a brand? You'll have to see if I'm willing."

He didn't have a good impression of Fang Shiming.

The president of the WeChat Moments group appears to be a successful businessman, but in reality, he is ruthless and capable of doing anything for profit.

In the original story, this guy used the Ghost Scissors to ambush Yang Jian, almost killing him.

Zhao Kaiming's "secret alliance" with him was solely for personal gain.

If there's something to gain, great; if not, goodbye!

The training meeting was held as scheduled the following day.

The location was a large conference room in the Ping An Building.

There were only about ten ghost tamers present.

Yang Jian was also there, sitting in a corner, listening expressionlessly to the old professor on the stage talking about those supernatural and ghostly things.

Zhao Kaiming sat on the other side, scrolling through his phone listlessly.

The meeting content was nothing new, mainly emphasizing discipline, reporting on recent paranormal events, and reminding everyone to be wary of the resurgence of evil spirits.

Zhao Kaiming was getting drowsy listening to this.

Suddenly I heard someone whispering next to me.

"Look, isn't that Lin Shan? He seems a bit unstable lately, so let's be careful."

"That's true, I'll listen to you. What if the vengeful ghost comes back to life?"

Zhao Kaiming's ears perked up.

Lin Shan?

He remembered.

In the original story, Lin Shan did indeed encounter trouble. After the vengeful ghost resurrected, it was suppressed by Yang Jian.

But Zhao Kaiming wasn't paying attention to Lin Shan as a person; he was paying attention to the ghost within him.

That was a vengeful ghost with water attributes.

The rules were related to "water," but Zhao Kaiming couldn't quite remember the specific abilities.

But he could sense that the ghost contained something he needed.

The inner world needs the rules of the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth to stabilize it.

We already have a machete; it's made of metal.

Water element, isn't this just a gift delivered to our doorstep?

Although it's not as good as Ghost Lake, it's enough.

Zhao Kaiming decided to intercept the deal.

After the meeting, he secretly observed Lin Shan.

Inside the room, Lin Shan lay on the bed.

His face was frighteningly pale, his eyes were sunken, his lips were purple, and he exuded an aura of death.

His ghost is on the verge of resurrection.

Lin Shan's consciousness was already unclear; he was muttering something, but it was impossible to hear what he was saying.

Zhao Kaiming did not rush to make a move.

This guy wasn't a good person either; he harmed many girls after he started riding the water ghost.

So he waited for Lin Shan to despair, then urged the water ghost to revive.

A large amount of foul-smelling ghost water gushed from his chest, filling the room and then flowing out into the hallway.

The building's surveillance cameras immediately triggered an alarm.

Then headquarters learned about Lin Shan's situation, and Zhao Kaiming volunteered to take on the task.

Knowing that Zhao Kaiming was willing to take responsibility, Zhao Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a mess.

Then Zhao Kaiming went to Lin Shan's room.

Open your inner world.

It frantically absorbed the ghost water at the scene.

A blurry, water-ripple-like figure was also forcibly drawn from Lin Shan's body.

That was the vengeful ghost inside Lin Shan.

Zhao Kaiming's inner world swallowed the vengeful ghost.

The rules of that water-attribute vengeful spirit were washed away and refined by the chaotic energy.

A cool sensation spread throughout my body.

The inner world trembled slightly, as if parched land had received sweet rain.

"A water-attribute vengeful spirit, not bad, not bad." Zhao Kaiming smiled with satisfaction.

The whole process was clean and efficient, taking less than ten seconds.

Without the support of the supernatural forces, Lin Shan died immediately.

night.

A pitch-black, coffin-shaped ghostly realm enveloped the training base.

The alarms echoed throughout the building, and the red emergency lights flashed incessantly.

"What happened?"

Zhao Kaiming walked out of the room and grabbed a headquarters staff member who was running past.

The staff member's face was deathly pale, and his voice was trembling:

"It's said that the ghost in Huanggang Village has been released!"

Zhao Kaiming's eyes lit up.

coming.

He knew this would happen.

Zhao Jianguo's consciousness had been invaded by the newspaper ghost before. Although the newspaper ghost had been taken away by Zhao Kaiming, the influence had not been completely eliminated.

Zhao Jianguo is like a time bomb; you never know when he might do something outrageous.

This time, taking advantage of Wang Xiaoming's inattention, he secretly sneaked into the room where the ghost messengers were imprisoned.

They released the terrifying ghost that possessed unsolvable suppression and rebooting abilities.

Zhao Kaiming walked unhurriedly toward the scene of the incident.

Along the way, he saw many ghost riders and headquarters staff running out in a panic.