Wang Ming wasn't a fool. Since they were going to work together to escape, Ghost Head Blade had to pay a price, otherwise it would be a huge loss for him.
Although Ghost Head Blade claimed that he wanted to throw caution to the wind in the current situation, Wang Ming felt that Ghost Head Blade's chances of survival were higher. Ghost Head Blade really wanted to get out of here, but that didn't mean that Wang Ming could use this as a threat.
Wang Ming remembered what Ghost Head Blade had said before: In his blade form, he had to find a host within a few days, otherwise his soul would be cursed by the ancient artifact spirit and be directly destroyed.
That was to say, Wang Ming had to figure out a way to get out within two days at the very least. Otherwise, given Ghost Head Blade's personality, he would definitely throw caution to the wind and drag Wang Ming down with him.
This game had already begun when the two of them had drifted on the bamboo raft that the Heavenly Materials sword had turned into. Wang Ming realized that if he wanted to survive, he had to race against time.
In the end, time flowed differently in the outside world, and he wasn't sure whether Wang Ling would be able to find him. He had clearly told Wang Ling before to keep a low profile as much as possible during the summer camp. In order to avoid arousing the suspicions of the many teachers this time … But Wang Ming had always been looking forward to Wang Ling's appearance.
But in the end, it was just that …
If possible, Wang Ming still wanted to use his own strength to break through this crisis. At any time, it was better to rely on oneself than on others!
He had to survive …
He still had too many unfinished business.
If he died, who would listen to Old Qi's nagging? He had promised Old Qi that one day, he would definitely become the latter's most outstanding disciple, surpass his father, and live up to his name as the Wisdom Saint.
If he died, what would happen to the research on Head of State 001? This was the work he was most proud of so far.
If he died, who would eat Zhai Yin's unpalatable dragon pork chop?
If he died, what would happen to the research on primordial qi? Who would save his little brother …
For a moment, Wang Ming's thoughts raced.
Wang Ming had always felt that he was like a flower in a greenhouse; he was always protected and airtight by others.
He had never thought that one day he would be in trouble.
If it wasn't for this experience, Wang Ming felt that he wouldn't have thought about these problems at all.
He, Wang Ming …
He had to do everything he could to break out of here and survive!
Wang Ming pondered deeply.
The look in his eyes inexplicably reassured Ghost Head Blade. This was a gamble. He hadn't chosen to kill Wang Ming, but had pinned all his hopes of survival on Wang Ming alone.
As for the promise not to make a move on Wang Ming and the two of them going out together …
Promise?
How much could it be worth?
Ghost Head Blade had already made up his mind. As long as Wang Ming figured out a way to get out, he would use the last bit of his strength to possess Wang Ming's body.
He didn't have much time left …
In less than four days, his soul would be cursed, and he would perish.
He had to live. Only by living could he have everything.
Ghost Head Blade knew that there was no turning back now that he had come this far …
He had been a knife in the hands of others for many years, accepted all kinds of missions, and even made deals with the Ancient Artifact Spirit at all costs to become what he was today … All of this was so that he could live forever.
Constantly changing the physical body of the host could, in a sense, achieve a kind of disguised immortality.
As for Ghost Head Blade, he wanted to bring glory to his sect …
Ghost Axe Sect was recognized as the number one killer sect in the circle, and had been founded by Numinous Mother. He was the third disciple of this sect, after Gorgeous Itinerant and Daoist Taotie.
In Ghost Axe Sect, the strong were revered. Ghost Head Blade's lifelong wish was to complete the task assigned to him by his sect: kill ten thousand people and inherit the sect's true legacy!
Thus, Ghost Head Blade didn't think he could die here …
"Brat … I advise you to think of a way within twelve hours, or you'll die without a doubt," Ghost Head Blade said in a threatening voice.
"You don't have to tell me, I know."
Wang Ming replied indifferently, "I should be able to think of a way, but you know … functioning the brain consumes brain cells, and I get a headache whenever I think about things. Do you have anything to eat here? Two walnuts would also be good for the brain! "
Ghost Head Blade's voice turned cold. "What trick are you playing at?"
"Trick? How would I dare? " Wang Ming waved his hand with a weak expression. "You should know that I'm just an ordinary person, and I can't go a day without food."
Ghost Head Blade was instantly speechless.
Because this was indeed the truth.
And he had overlooked this point just now, forgetting that Wang Ming was just an ordinary person …
What a troublesome brat!
"Here!" Ghost Head Blade had no choice but to offer up his tonic.
It was a red oval-shaped pill the size of a Myrtle Myrtle.
"This is a qi-replenishing pill …" Ghost Head Blade said.
This was a level four elixir which was exceptionally expensive. Apart from healing injuries, it could also boost one's spirit and act as a fasting pill.
This was the only elixir Ghost Head Blade had on him, which he had initially saved for the host's body. If the host's body was injured … Generally speaking, one pill could heal some of the damage … but now that he had lost his body, Ghost Head Blade naturally wouldn't be able to enjoy it. In this current situation, it was more important to work together for a win-win situation.
He wanted Wang Ming to think of a way to get out of here first.
Wang Ming's recovery would also be good for Ghost Head Blade if he wanted to possess Wang Ming later. In any case, after the possession was successful, this elixir would also be used to supplement the host; it was just a matter of time …
"Thanks!" Wang Ming didn't stand on ceremony, and directly swallowed the elixir. Since Ghost Head Blade wanted him to think of a way in this situation, the elixir he gave him would definitely be a good one, and he definitely wouldn't give him poison.
Sure enough, after taking the qi-replenishing pill, its effects immediately showed, and Wang Ming felt his head instantly light up.
This elixir just now had restored him by at least fifty percent …
But Wang Ming didn't directly show it on his face, and instead frowned. "This elixir of yours … it's not very effective!"
Ghost Head Blade sneered. "Brat, this is the last elixir I have on me, it's enough to last you a few days. You can't find any other excuse now, right? Hurry up and think of a way! I've already given you the elixir, as for its effects, it's none of my business … "
Actually, Ghost Head Blade really couldn't guarantee the effectiveness of the elixir. For cultivators, spirit energy was needed to speed up the digestion of this type of high-level elixir. For an ordinary person, it might take a very long time to completely digest it.
Ghost Head Blade didn't know enough about elixirs, since Ghost Axe Sect only taught killer techniques.
Half an hour after the elixir entered his stomach, Wang Ming had already sufficiently broken down its medicinal properties.
Cultivators used spirit energy to speed up the digestion process, and Wang Ming used meditation … Meditation could achieve the same effect, but the prerequisite was that one had to have a powerful brain.
If Wang Ming wanted to, he could even use meditation to lift himself slightly off the ground … but only for a very short time.
On the bamboo raft, Ghost Head Blade was a little impatient. "Brat, what's your plan?"
Wang Ming crossed his arms. "Don't worry, I'm almost done …"
In fact, when Wang Ming had first observed the Dead Sea of Space, he had already thought of a way.
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