Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

Yang Jian was silent for a while on the other end of the phone.

I decided to reveal the information I knew.

Although he almost died in Huanggang Village because Wang Xiaoming tampered with the intelligence.

But now that Wang Xiaoming has "studied" it, it seems to have evolved.

Yang Jian didn't know if he could still handle it.

He complained:

"I told you back then that this ghost was special and it was best to lock it up and not touch it casually, but unfortunately you didn't listen."

Now look what's happened, the research has gone wrong.

Wang Xiaoming: "..."

"It turns out that in Huanggang Village, this ghost could suppress lone ghost tamers."

If the number of vengeful spirits within the Ghost Master is less than the number it can suppress, the Ghost Master will be instantly suppressed and the Ghost Master will be taken away from the Ghost Master's body.

Initially, its suppression count was only 1, but after killing many Ghost Masters that time, its suppression count increased.

But it probably hasn't broken into the tens of digits yet.

It's now hunting down lone Ghost Masters at the training base, and has killed countless people.

Its suppression count is estimated to have exceeded 10.

I don't know what else to do.

Then he quickly said:

Wang Xiaoming thought for a moment and asked:

"How exactly did you imprison it back then?"

I know you've hidden a lot of information in your report.

Yang Jian said:

"That coffin wasn't used to imprison the ghost messenger, but rather to nurture it."

The reason I succeeded last time was because the ghost was still in an 'immature' state and instinctively longed to return to the coffin.

Right now... I'm not sure.

Wang Xiaoming quickly scribbled on the paper.

Suddenly asked:

"Yang Jian, you were able to escape using the Ghost Realm, right?"

Yang Jian remained silent.

"Understood."

Wang Xiaoming said, and then hung up the phone.

The office was silent for a few seconds.

Wang Xiaoming turned around, faced the people present, and repeated what he had recorded.

Then he said:

"The situation is more complicated than we anticipated."

The abilities of the ghost messengers are almost unbeatable.

We need to rescue the people inside first.

"Who's going?" Cao Yanhua asked.

No one answered.

The demon tamers all lowered their heads.

One of them hesitated for a moment and whispered:

"Minister Cao, it's not that we don't want to go."

With our limited skills, going in would be suicide. What could we possibly do there?

Another echoed:

"Yes, and if it touches you after you go in, the evil spirit inside your body will be taken away."

"We already have very few vengeful spirits to command; wouldn't that be like sending ourselves to be eaten alive?"

Cao Yanhua's face turned even uglier.

He knew, of course, that these people were telling the truth.

But there are still so many people in the training base, we can't just stand by and watch them die, can we?

He thought for a moment and said:

"The captain plans to give priority to the person who will make this move."

The eyes of several demon tamers lit up for a moment, but quickly dimmed again.

Even if the captaincy is tempting, you still have to be alive to get it.

Jiang Shangbai stood silently in the corner.

He was a core member of Fang Shiming's circle of friends and a capable henchman; among these people, he was considered the strongest.

But at this moment, he did not volunteer.

Cao Yanhua looked at him: "Jiang Shangbai, what do you think?"

Jiang Shangbai pondered for a moment, then shook his head:

"Minister Cao, it's not that I don't want to help. But I suggest we find someone more suitable."

"Who is more suitable?"

Jiang Shangbai did not answer directly, but instead glanced at Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming suddenly froze for a moment, then slammed his hand on the table.

"Zhao Kaiming!"

Everyone looked at him.

Cao Yanhua's eyes lit up: "That's right! Isn't Zhao Kaiming inside? Why isn't he making a move?"

Wang Xiaoming gave a wry smile.

"Maybe... he doesn't feel the need to rush."

Cao Yanhua: "..."

He suddenly realized that he had been wasting time just now by gathering so many people for a meeting, discussing countermeasures, and having them all looking worried.

Cao Yanhua took a deep breath and picked up the phone.

Inside the training base.

Yang Jian led a dozen or so people, moving with difficulty through the corridor.

The darkness was still deep, and the air was still cold.

But at least, they haven't encountered any ghost messengers yet.

"Brother Yang, how much longer can we hold out?" a newcomer asked timidly.

Yang Jian did not answer.

He didn't know how long he could hold on.

The ghost messenger continued to kill, growing stronger with each kill.

Once it becomes strong enough, even if they gather together, they might not be able to stop it.

Just then, Yang Jian's phone rang.

He looked down and saw it was Cao Yanhua's number.

"Feed?"

"Yang Jian, I am Cao Yanhua."

Cao Yanhua's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone, "Is Zhao Kaiming there?"

Yang Jian was taken aback: "Zhao Kaiming? He's at the training base too. What's wrong?"

"Could you let him answer the phone? His phone is off."

Yang Jian glanced at the people around him and shook his head:

"We weren't with him. He might be on another floor."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, then Cao Yanhua said something that left Yang Jian completely baffled:

"Then find a way to locate him and tell him—it's time to get to work."

Yang Jian: "..."

He hung up the phone and looked into the depths of the corridor.

"Zhao Kaiming..." Yang Jian murmured, "What exactly are you doing?"

at the same time.

A corner of the training base.

Zhao Kaiming was standing in front of a window, looking at the dark, ghostly realm outside, his expression thoughtful.

With his strength, dealing with the ghost messengers wouldn't be difficult.

But after waiting for so long, it seems that the headquarters has not attracted any collision between the ghost paintings and the ghost messengers.

Perhaps it was the butterfly effect caused by my own time travel.

Zhao Kaiming shook his head and decided to take action.