Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

The training base was swallowed up by a pitch-black ghost realm.

That darkness was not ordinary darkness, but a thick, almost tangible black.

It gushed out like ink.

It spreads outward little by little along the stairwells, corridors, and ventilation ducts.

The alarms echoed throughout the building, and the red emergency lights flashed incessantly, but the red beams of light seemed to be swallowed up by something after they pierced the darkness, unable to penetrate even a meter.

"What is it?"

"The Ghost Realm! It's the Ghost Realm!"

"Run! Run outside!"

The corridor was in complete chaos.

Most of the ghost tamers who participated in the training were newcomers, and the level of the fierce ghosts they could control was not high, and they lacked experience.

Suddenly enveloped by an unknown ghost realm, many people panicked on the spot.

Some people ran towards the stairwell, some ran upstairs, and some even opened the windows and tried to jump out.

But it was pitch black outside the window, and you couldn't see the ground at all.

The ghost realm has completely sealed off the entire building.

The signal connecting to the outside world is still there, but people can't go out, and people outside can't come in.

It's like being locked in a transparent glass dome—you can see it, but you can't touch it.

And inside this enclosure, something is wandering around.

Ghost difference.

Its appearance is different from what many people imagine.

It wasn't some blue-faced, fanged monster, nor was it some rotting, stinking corpse.

He is a young man.

He's ridiculously young, looking like he's only in his early twenties.

His face was pale, like a bloodless sheet of paper.

He had handsome features and delicate features. If it weren't for his empty, unfocused eyes, he would have looked like an ordinary young man.

It was dressed in all black, with an old-fashioned style, resembling the style of the Republic of China era.

The clothes were clean, without any tears or stains, and were worn neatly.

It walked down the corridor at a leisurely pace, as if taking a stroll.

In a room at the end of the corridor, a young demon tamer was curled up under the bed.

His name is Li Ming. He is a newly recruited member of headquarters and only controls a D-level vengeful ghost within his body.

He heard screams outside, trembled with fear, and instinctively found a place to hide.

"It's okay...it's okay...it can't find me..." he muttered to himself.

The door was pushed open.

Li Ming held his breath and peered out through the gap under the bed.

He saw a pair of black cloth shoes enter the room.

The owner of the shoes walked slowly, step by step, as if stepping on people's hearts.

The footsteps stopped in front of the bed where he was hiding.

Li Ming's heart almost stopped beating.

He saw the pale hand reach down.

Her fingers were long and slender, and her nails were neatly trimmed, like the hands of an office worker.

But the moment that hand touched him, Li Ming felt an indescribable force surge into his body.

The vengeful spirit inside him seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, instantly falling silent.

It wasn't that they were suppressed, but rather that they were "repressed".

Like a stone sinking to the bottom of the water, it is silent and motionless.

Li Ming tried to struggle and shout, but his body was already out of his control.

That hand gave it a gentle tug.

Then, the vengeful spirit inside him was taken away.

It's as neat and efficient as pulling a coin out of your pocket.

Li Ming's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

His eyes were still open, his expression frozen in that moment of terror.

But it had already turned into a corpse.

Several corpses were already lying behind it.

They are all ghost tamers.

They all died after being "touched" by it.

The ghost messenger continued forward.

the other side.

Yang Jian frowned.

He didn't run away.

It wasn't because he wasn't afraid, but because he knew running was pointless.

The entire training base was shrouded in a ghostly aura; there was no way to escape.

But he didn't panic like the others.

He was no stranger to ghost messengers.

He had encountered this ghost before in Huanggang Village.

At that time, he was able to successfully lure the ghost messenger back into the coffin not because of his skill, but because of luck.

That time, the ghost felt he hadn't developed properly and longed to return to the coffin.

Like an infant that hasn't grown up yet, it instinctively wants to return to its mother's womb.

Yang Jian used this instinct to place the coffin on the path that the ghost messenger was bound to take, letting it walk back on its own.

But this time is different.

The ghost messengers were deliberately released this time.

It wasn't as eager to go back as it had been last time.

Moreover, it has become more complete.

Yang Jian could sense that this time the ghost messengers were much stronger than the ones in Huanggang Village.

"No, a head-on confrontation is suicide." Yang Jian gritted his teeth.

He decided to gather the people together first.

It's better than being alone.

In this situation, being alone means certain death.

Yang Jian began searching for those who were still alive.

"This way! Everyone, come this way!"

"Don't go alone! Stay together!"

"That ghost targets lone individuals, everyone gather together!"

His shouts echoed throughout the training base.

Someone heard it and quickly ran over.

But some people didn't hear it, or even if they did, they weren't willing to come.

Some people felt safer hiding, some felt more hopeful running away, and others had completely panicked and had no idea what they were doing.

Yang Jian put in a lot of effort, but in the end he only managed to gather a dozen or so people.

They were all newcomers, some of whom hadn't even fully mastered controlling the vengeful spirits yet.

Their faces were deathly pale, their eyes filled with terror, like a flock of sheep surrounded by wolves.

"Is that all?" Yang Jian glanced at it, his brows furrowing even more.

"The others..." a newcomer said, trembling, pointing towards the end of the corridor. "I heard screams over there, and then... then there was no sound."

Yang Jian fell silent.

Those who didn't come over have probably perished.

"Stay close to me. Don't fall behind, and don't go off alone."

That ghost attacks people who are alone.

Meanwhile, at headquarters.

Cao Yanhua's office was brightly lit and filled with smoke.

Several headquarters leaders had arrived, and each of them wore an expression of anxiety.

Wang Xiaoming stood in front of the whiteboard, holding a pen, and was writing something rapidly.

"How's the training base going?" Cao Yanhua asked bluntly.

Wang Xiaoming pushed up his glasses:

"The ghostly aura has completely covered the entire building. The signal is still working inside, but people can't get out, and we can't get in."

"Who did it?"

"Zhao Jianguo. He took advantage of the shift change in the laboratory to sneak into the room where the ghost guards were imprisoned and broke the seal."

"Zhao Jianguo?" Cao Yanhua was stunned.

"Isn't he the operator? How does he have authority to contact the ghost messengers?"

Wang Xiaoming was silent for two seconds:

"He didn't have the proper authority, but he was influenced by the newspaper ghost and got the staff on duty to open the door for him."

The office erupted in uproar.

"The newspaper ghost? The one that infiltrated headquarters last time?"

"Wasn't it said that Zhao Kaiming had already taken care of it?"

"Is Zhao Jianguo being controlled? Could it be that Zhao Kaiming...?"

Wang Xiaoming raised his hand to stop the crowd's discussion:

"The newspaper ghost has been dealt with by Zhao Kaiming, but the impact on Zhao Jianguo has not been completely eliminated."

Like someone who has been hypnotized, even after the hypnosis is lifted, certain suggestions remain.

Cao Yanhua took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down:

"Now is not the time to assign blame. Ghost messengers, is there any way to resolve this?"

Wang Xiaoming did not answer directly, but instead picked up the phone on the table.

"I need to find out more specific information about the ghost messengers first."

He dialed a number.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

"Yang Jian, this is Wang Xiaoming." Wang Xiaoming spoke very quickly.

"You dealt with that ghost in Huanggang Village; I need to know all its abilities."