Mysterious recovery: I have two ways to become a god

The roads from the experimental base to the headquarters are controlled.

The convoy traveled smoothly,

Wang Xiaoming and the others quickly arrived at the headquarters.

"Professor Wang, I've been waiting for you!"

As soon as the vehicle stopped, Xie Zhongquan, deputy director of the headquarters, came up with a group of people, smiling and beaming with joy.

Wang Xiaoming got out of the car and chatted with him: "Thank you, Minister."

Wang Xiaoming actually didn't like the fact that Xie Zhongquan brought a group of people to greet him, but he was his nominal leader and it was hard for him to refuse.

"Haha!" Xie Zhongquan waved his hands repeatedly, "This is our honor. Professor Wang comes to the headquarters to help. It would be unreasonable for us not to come out to greet him."

Although Xie Zhongquan's position was higher than that of Wang Xiaoming, he understood that the status of the two was actually opposite. There were many people like him in the government, but there was only one Wang Xiaoming.

"Professor Wang, the food and wine have been prepared in the cafeteria, why not go and eat first?" At this time, a person next to Xie Zhongshen suddenly said.

Xie Zhongquan said nothing, but looked at Wang Xiaoming with an expectant look on his face.

The person who suddenly spoke seemed strange to Wang Xiaoming. He should be someone like Secretary Xie Zhongquan, and what he said was exactly what Xie Zhongquan meant.

"There's no need to eat. I had already eaten before coming here."

Wang Xiaoming did not give face to the other party this time and refused directly. For him, eating at a wine table was a waste of his time. If he had that time, he might as well do experiments.

"Just eat it." Wang Xiaoming's refusal only made Xie Zhongquan stunned for a moment, and he immediately said: "Professor, let's go to the office to talk about the experiment."

"Okay," Wang Xiaoming did not refuse this time, "but please wait a few minutes for me to say a few words to my people."

"Professor, please excuse me!" Xie Zhongquan and others stepped aside and stopped disturbing.

Time was precious, so Wang Xiaoming called Pang Dong who had just got off the car and handed over some arrangements to him. He gave them half a day to rest and officially started the supernatural experiment in the afternoon.

Afterwards, Wang Xiaoming brought Li Junbian and Xie Zhongquan to the office. The crowd who originally followed him dispersed, leaving only Xie Zhongquan and his secretary.

Xie Zhongquan's office is obviously larger than Zhao Jianguo's, and there is a separate tea room for drinking tea.

The secretary invited Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun to the tea room, made a pot of hot tea and left.

"You two have tea." Xie Zhongquan poured tea for them personally.

Wang Xiaoming did not serve the tea, he simply said: "If you have anything to say, Minister Xie, just say it!"

Xie Zhongquan's arm stiffened when he picked up the tea cup. He looked at Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun with twinkling eyes.

"The professor is quick to talk, so I won't waste any time." Xie Zhongquan put down his tea cup, "I want to know how long it will take the professor to mass-produce the supernatural materials of will-o'-the-wisp."

Xie Zhongquan saw that Wang Xiaoming had a cold face and said nothing, so he quickly said:

"Professor, don't get me wrong. I'm not urging you...it's just that many people have sacrificed for the supernatural gunpowder. Many people are hoping that the supernatural gunpowder can be put into trial production. Everyone just wants to know an approximate time."

"Half a month!" Wang Xiaoming thought for a moment and replied: "In half a month at most, the supernatural gunpowder can be produced normally."

"Really?" Xie Zhongquan blurted out in surprise. The time given by Wang Xiaoming was unexpectedly short. He originally thought it would take at least a month.

"Of course, I never joke." Wang Xiaoming picked up the tea cup and took a sip. It tasted good.

The reason why he dared to complete the mass production of supernatural gunpowder within half a month was because he already had specific experimental ideas, coupled with the identification charm to quickly identify the properties of materials, and the pendulum divination to rule out wrong directions, as long as he devoted himself fully to the experiment, I believe The supernatural gunpowder cannot defeat him.

"Okay, okay! With the professor's words, it's easier for me to explain." Xie Zhongquan continued to serve tea and said: "One more thing. Zhu Rongshi has been shipped to the headquarters today. Can Professor Wang produce some supernatural bullets in advance?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Li Jun, who was silent on the side, and continued:

"Because a large number of ghost masters have died recently...and many ghosts are on the verge of resurrecting. The headquarters is seriously short of manpower, so I thought..."

"Okay," Wang Xiaoming agreed, "When the laboratory opens in the afternoon, I will give you a batch of supernatural gunpowder, and you can make the bullets yourself."

Xie Zhongquan's intention was obviously to use Li Jun's flesh and blood as raw materials for supernatural gunpowder, so he spoke hesitantly, but he didn't know that Wang Xiaoming could use supernatural formations to transform ordinary blood into blood with the supernatural power of will-o'-the-wisp.

Wang Xiaoming readily agreed, making Xie Zhongquan smile and praise him non-stop.

"Does Minister Xie have anything else to do? If not, I'll get busy." Wang Xiaoming was not interested in Xie Zhongquan's praise.

"It's okay, it's okay." Xie Zhongquan stood up and sent Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun out of the office without letting the scene get cold.

After Wang Xiaoming left, the secretary appeared at the side.

"Minister, this Wang Xiaoming seems to have a problem with us, he has always had a bad face." The secretary complained.

"Shh!" Xie Zhongquan made a shut-up gesture to his secretary and said, "Don't let me hear similar words in the future. We can't afford to offend Wang Xiaoming."

…

"Hello, Professor Wang, I am the logistics manager at the headquarters. My name is Cheng Yongqian. You can just call me Lao Cheng."

As soon as Wang Xiaoming came to the elevator leading to the underground of the headquarters, a fifty-year-old man wearing a Tang suit came over and introduced himself.

Cheng Yongqian had just joined the leadership team that welcomed Wang Xiaoming, so he naturally recognized Wang Xiaoming at a glance.

"Are you sent by the headquarters to cooperate with me in taking over the laboratory?" Wang Xiaoming asked.

"Yes." Cheng Yongqian stepped forward and pressed the elevator button. "Some of your experimental materials have also been transported to the laboratory."

Surprisingly, the two guards guarding the elevator entrance did not check their IDs this time, perhaps because they had been notified in advance.

Enter the elevator and come to the underground laboratory of the headquarters.

Cheng Xiangqian led the way and introduced the surrounding facilities and environment:

"Although this place is underground, it has a good ventilation system so it won't feel stuffy. There is also a special lounge. If you are tired from the experiment, you can go directly to the lounge to rest; and there is also a small canteen here that can be used 24 hours a day. Dining out."

According to Cheng Xiangqian's introduction, this underground laboratory is simply a scaled-down experimental base, and there is no problem even if you live here for a long time.

There are a total of six independent laboratories here, two of which are currently open. One of the laboratories is used to study ghost fires, and the other is a private laboratory dedicated to Wang Xiaoming.

The ghost hands and red ties that were originally locked here have been moved, leaving only the ghost fire ghosts.

Wang Xiaoming came to his exclusive laboratory and found that there were already a lot of his things in it. Most of them were the materials he needed to perform ritual magic, and some were books he needed to read.

"By the way," Wang Xiaoming turned to Cheng Yongqian and said, "You will send someone over in a moment to bring twenty liters of human blood. I need it for my experiments."

"Okay, professor." Cheng Yongqian nodded and responded, "I wonder what the professor's requirements are for blood?"

"There is no requirement, just human blood."