Yang Jian agreed to Liu Xiaoyu to attend the captain meeting at the headquarters.

However, when asked about the meeting time, Liu Xiaoyu said it would be best to rush to the headquarters within two days, and if possible, it would be best to set off now.

Yang Jian did not set off immediately, but decided to leave in the afternoon.

He felt that although this matter was important, it was not so urgent. Anyway, Gao Ming was dead, and there were two captains Wei Jing and Li Jun guarding the headquarters, so nothing would happen. He could stay in Dachang City for a while and do some preparations.

However, the news had already been sent back to the headquarters just after he agreed.

When Cao Yanhua heard that Yang Jianhui was attending this captain meeting, the depression and sorrow on his face were dispersed a lot.

"I finally got an accurate positive reply, Yang Jian is still an honest person." At this moment, he even expressed such feelings in his heart.

Compared to those people's excuses, refusal and perfunctory, Yang Jian's response was so fast and accurate that Cao Yanhua suddenly felt that there was still truth, goodness and beauty in the world...

But despite the other captains' shirking and refusing, Cao Yanhua still did not dare to say anything serious.

After all, the captains are all top ghost controllers. Strictly speaking, this type of person is no longer a normal living person. They have been dealing with evil ghosts all year round, and the feelings of living people in their hearts are gradually lost. Apart from restraining themselves, I really don’t know what else can restrain them.

"I hope Yang Jian's arrival can send a signal and change the attitudes of those people, otherwise this matter will be really difficult."

Cao Yanhua, who was staying in the conference room, rubbed his head and felt weak.

I can't pull Mr. Qin out of the statue because of this matter.

He is almost dead old, and it is still a question whether he can wake up next time. If he really can't wake up, let alone the captain can no longer restrain him, I'm afraid that the safety of the headquarters will be difficult to guarantee.

"I heard that the Spirit Removal Society on the island country is even more unlucky. It has been infiltrated by a demon. Now many members of the Spirit Removal Society have been eroded by supernatural beings, and their lives cannot be guaranteed. As for the supernatural events that occur in the island, few people will deal with them. They are almost on the verge of losing control."

In contrast, Cao Yanhua felt that the headquarters he was in charge seemed not so miserable, at least the overall situation was stable, and the implementation of the captain's plan was also smooth.

"How is Professor Wang? Did he wake up?" Suddenly, Cao Yanhua asked the assistant next to him again.

The assistant immediately said: "I am awake now, but my condition is not very good, and I have been in a low fever."

"Go and have a look."

Cao Yanhua stood up and went to the ward immediately.

Wang Xiaoming's ward was not in the hospital, but was temporarily rebuilt from several rooms at the headquarters.

Although it seems a bit simple, the instruments and medicines here are the best and most expensive, and even the doctors are the most authoritative experts.

And these configurations are just to delay Wang Xiaoming's life.

soon.

Cao Yanhua brought his assistant to the ward.

Through the glass window of the ward, he saw Wang Xiaoming lying on the hospital bed at this moment.

At this moment, he was wearing a hospital gown, thin all over, pale skin and almost blood-colored. His cheeks were deeply sunken, his face was covered with a sick blush, his hair on his head was shaved, and he also had a respirator on his nose.

Obviously, his life has reached the point where he has exhausted his energy. If it weren't for all kinds of medical means to force his life to prolong his life, he would have been dead long ago.

No.

What prolongs Wang Xiaoming's life was not medical means, but his willpower as hard as a stubborn stone.

He seemed to have something left unfinished, and he was unwilling to take this breath in advance no matter what.

"Ahem."

A weak cough sounded.

Wang Xiaoming, who was in a low fever, opened his eyes slightly. His eyes were still so bright and deep.

"Deputy Minister, I saw you, come in."

Wang Xiaoming took off his oxygen mask. Although he spoke weakly, he was still in an orderly manner.

Cao Yanhua wore a mask and sterilized his whole body. Then he walked into the ward and said, "Professor Wang, how are you feeling today? Are you getting better?"

"I can't die in the past few days. Ahem, but I can't hold on for long. I guess I'll die within one month." Wang Xiaoming said slowly.

Cao Yanhua sighed and said, "Why do you have to be so stubborn? Cancer is a terminal illness for ordinary people, but it is just like a small cold for the supernatural circle. It is not a problem at all. The headquarters has many supernatural methods that can cure you, and some supernatural methods do not even have side effects."

"No matter how bad you are, you can still become a ghost driver. There have been many things happening at the headquarters recently. Some places cannot be separated from you. I hope you can put the overall situation first and change your mind."

Wang Xiaoming signaled the caregiver next to him to help him adjust the pillow and let him sit up.

After the nurse lifted the hospital bed, Wang Xiaoming said, "No one is indispensable, and I am no exception. Since my body has reached its limit, I should follow this rule and let me die. I don't want to be a ghost controller, and I don't want to be saved by supernatural powers."

"It's not that I resist the supernatural power, but that I have done everything I should do, and life has no meaning to me."

"But the supernatural incident has not been resolved yet." Cao Yanhua said.

Wang Xiaoming looked at him and said, "The supernatural incidents can never be completely resolved. This is true during the Republic of China, the present is the same, and the future is even more true. We are just two useless papermakers. We are never the ones who decide the future."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this for now. I'm here to tell you good news." Cao Yanhua said.

Wang Xiaoming said: "It seems that Yang Jian has agreed to come to participate in this captain's meeting."

"You have guessed it long ago?" Cao Yanhua said.

"What else can you tell me except this when you come here? Could it be that other captains have changed their minds and are willing to listen to your order?"

Wang Xiaoming said: "Don't overestimate yourself. The captain's supernatural power has reached this point, and they have long lost control, but today's level is already expected."

Cao Yanhua turned around and said, "Yang Jian will come to the headquarters this afternoon and will meet us then. Do you have the confidence to convince him?"

"Supernaturalism is always full of uncertainty. It can bring you despair and surprises."

Wang Xiaoming said: "Anyway, you have alternatives, right?"

"But no one is more suitable than him, this is what you said." Cao Yanhua said.

Wang Xiaoming was silent and said for a while: "I just want to see if the supernatural thing can really peek at fate. If I see far enough, it is indeed very important. Unfortunately, I can't see it in the future. You can see it for me."

Cao Yanhua wants to say something else.

Wang Xiaoming coughed twice and interrupted him: "Okay, it's time for my injection. Minister Cao, you can go out first. I'll have to sleep for a while later to get better, and meet Yang Jian."

"Okay, Professor Wang, you have a rest first, and I'll visit you in the afternoon."

Cao Yanhua sighed and stood up and left.

Wang Xiaoming didn't say anything but sat there watching him leave, while the nurse beside him was busy working around him, changing his medicine and infusions, carefully maintaining this fragile life.

"That human velvet said I would die of cancer, and it seems to be true."

"Since it's true, then this is my best ending. Why should I make trouble for myself? It's just that I know so much in advance, it's really boring... but this feeling is still very good."

After a long time, Wang Xiaoming smiled slightly, lay down again, and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

The nurse saw that Wang Xiaoming was asleep and did not dare to disturb him. She just turned off the lights and then left the ward quietly.

However, Yang Jian from Dachang City got off work early and went home, then entered the safe house, checking some detained evil spirits while also making some preparations.

He didn't think that going to the headquarters this time was just a simple meeting.

Even Gao Ming, one of the three leaders of the city in the headquarters, died, something dangerous must have happened.

Even if it is not a supernatural event, it must have involved the fight between ghost masters.

Therefore, the necessary back-ups must be prepared.
Chapter completed!