Mysterious resurgence

Driving on a quiet road.

The car lights illuminate the front, but cannot dispel the haze in front of me.

The whole city was eerily quiet, with no sound except for the occasional distant screams and the cries of ghost babies.

The bustling Dachang City is slowly dying because of the existence of ghost babies.

At least, I didn't feel the slightest bit angry when I drove past Yang Jian.

Death is spreading and fear is spreading.

Looking at everything outside the car window, Yang Jian was in a bad mood.

He was still thinking about Wang Xiaoming's previous words in his mind.

"He put all his hopes on me and asked me to save the entire city, but I did everything I had to do. I imprisoned the fourth-stage ghost baby, but what was the result? It was just treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. Forget it, too many people have died these days, including Ye Feng, Sun Yi, He Chuan, and those ghost masters I don’t know.”

"I used up all the ghost candles, fighting the risk of recovery to enhance my abilities. But when the source ghost appeared, I had no choice but to run."

Yang Jian laughed to himself while driving.

Who can be blamed for the failure of the operation? He has done what he can do. He can only blame the cruel reality. Do you really have to fight until you die to be satisfied?

"You, Professor Wang, can be noble, you can let go of hatred, you can be selfless, and you can not care about personal life and death, but what about me? A large number of people behind me are counting on me to survive. What will they do if I die?"

But now, everyone is looking at him, no one understands him, and no one says that what he has done is good enough.

You know, Yang Jian is only a senior in high school, and it took less than three months to become a ghost controller, and it took less than fifteen days to join the headquarters.

It was all too heavy for him.

Disaster is imminent and there is no way to save the day. All Yang Jian can do is to look after a group of people and find a way to survive.

If he continues to fight and fails, he will really have nothing. Now he can no longer afford to lose.

"Bang~!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and a figure suddenly appeared on the road in the haze ahead. Yang Jian's car bumped into it and ran over it.

He came back from his thoughts and was startled.

Hit someone?

As soon as I hit the brakes, I was about to turn around and take a look.

As a result, Yang Jian saw the man who was hit slowly stand up in the rearview mirror.

The man's pupils were hollow and pitch black, and his whole body was black and blue. His severed head was resting on his shoulders, looking at him strangely.

"It's not a human, it's a third-stage ghost baby. Can this thing already walk on the road openly?" Yang Jian's face was stern and he didn't say a word.

As long as he didn't speak and wasn't heard by the ghost baby, he wouldn't be a target.

Even though that thing had seen itself, it was useless.

It is not the source ghost, nor is it a first-stage ghost baby. It just doesn't matter if it sees itself.

Wang Xiaoming's research and inference are correct.

Yang Jian stepped on the accelerator and continued moving forward.

The ghost baby was still standing there looking at him strangely in the rearview mirror. It wasn't until the vehicle moved further away and its figure disappeared into the haze that everything calmed down.

"If it were an ordinary person, a scream from that situation would kill him."

Yang Jian looked at the ghost baby that had disappeared behind him and breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he also felt an inexplicable despair. In a city like this, how far could ordinary people survive without understanding the rules?

Nobody knows.

Now he no longer has the ability to deal with supernatural events. The failure of his last operation pushed him to the edge of the ghost's resurrection. Although he was under control, he was not sure whether something would happen next time he used the power of the ghost.

Keep driving.

Although the destination this time was not in the city center, he saw a lot of strange things along the way.

There were corpses lying on the roadside with open stomachs and bloody flesh, and there were also figures walking in the haze with stiff steps and terrifying figures, and there were puddles of blood with only some flesh and blood left.

Occasionally, there is a desperate cry for help.

However, no one responded. Instead, more terrifying figures walked past in the haze.

This place has completely turned into a ghost town.

Those who survived could only wait desperately for their lives to be harvested.

Yang Jian said nothing and continued driving.

Here, he seemed to be the only living person who dared to walk on the street. He didn't see a single survivor along the way.

He knew that the residents of the city were aware of the fear. They were hiding in their homes and huddled up somewhere to store food and water, trying to survive the dark night and survive this disaster.

But Yang Jian knew.

This is impossible. No matter how much food and water you reserve, if the source is not solved, there will be only death. The only difference is whether you die sooner or later.

"Yang Jian, the satellite positioning shows that you have entered Dachang City. You don't need to speak. I know that you are in danger at this time. I just want to inform you that when it is convenient for you, there is someone here who wants to have a conversation with you. I After I finish speaking, I will turn off the voice and remain mute."

Suddenly, Liu Xiaoyu's voice came from the satellite positioning phone.

But after she finished speaking, there was a rustling sound of electricity. She turned off the voice and ended the call directly.

Yang Jian glanced at the mobile phone next to the car, frowned slightly, and didn't pay much attention to it.

What else should we talk to at this time? Should we read the eulogy in advance?

soon.

He hit the brakes and stopped the car.

This is an old community in Nancheng District, Dachang City. It was originally going to be demolished according to urban planning, but because the location is a bit far from the city center, the demolition work has been a little slow.

The old red building with only seven floors was dark, mottled and looked a bit dirty.

It was pitch black inside the empty window, looking particularly gloomy under the haze.

The community was silent, and the air was filled with a rotten stench.

This is the smell of corpses.

The evil spirits have already invaded here, and have done so for at least three days.

"Are you dead?" Yang Jian took out his mobile phone and sent a text message.

"No." The text message was replied.

"Where are you? When will you arrive?"

"I'm at the gate of the community. I'll be there in ten minutes." Yang Jian replied.

The text message immediately replied: "That thing is in the house, please be careful."

"." Yang Jian put down his phone and walked towards this old community with an expressionless face.

Someone I don’t know who said that most of human fear comes from the unknown.

Yang Jian felt that this sentence was wrong. Human beings' fear should come from death.

He who overcomes death can overcome fear.

Overcoming the unknown can only help you understand your fear, but it cannot solve the underlying problem.

Although he understood the rules of the first to fourth level ghost babies and their killing methods, when he was in this dead city again, his whole body was still tense, even though it was safe for him to swagger through the city now.

Along the way, God knows how many ghosts were watching me under the haze of darkness.

Those pairs of strange, empty, dark eyes seemed to be able to be seen and looked at as soon as one turned around.

"Building three, fourth floor."

Yang Jian walked to the third building.

Because of the power outage, the corridor was pitch dark and you couldn't see your fingers. Even the flashlight on your mobile phone could only barely dispel the haze for one or two steps. God knows what you might accidentally touch after walking in. If you accidentally touch the second If you are a ghost baby in this stage, you will win the prize.

The reward is death.

When was the last time you faced dark stairs like this?

By the way, it was when I was in school.

At that time, I, Zhang Wei, Wang Shanshan and a group of others were experiencing a ghost knock on the door incident.

"Wait, ghost knocking on the door?" Yang Jian, who was walking forward slowly, suddenly stopped.

A strange place he had forgotten reappeared in his mind.

That's where the toilet door in the school's stairwell leads to.

A strange space that is not of this world.

There was nothing there, it was pitch black, there was only one tree, like a tree grown from bones, with a three-meter-high black shadow nailed to the trunk, from where he got his ghost eyes.

"The second condition may be met." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly and he fell into thinking.

He thought of a way to imprison the source ghost, and the coffin nails of the huge black shadow were nailed on the white bone tree.

If the coffin nail can nail the black shadow, then it can also nail the source ghost.

That finger has been lost, and the coffin nail can probably be used as a replacement to nail the source ghost.

Just as a price, the unknown shadow will be released.

"Why do I think of this? Imprisoning one terror and releasing another terror. Maybe that thing is more cruel, and the situation will become worse by then." Yang Jian secretly cursed himself.

But another idea appeared again.

No matter how bad the situation is, it won't be worse than it is now.

This is a critical moment for the lives of a city's population.

"I don't want to think about it anymore. I'd better just be a shy turtle. The status of a hero is not suitable for me."

Shaking his head to get these strange thoughts out of his mind, he walked up the stairs and leaned against the wall step by step.

Unable to use the abilities of ghost eyes and ghost shadows at will, Yang Jian chose to be cautious and careful.

Relying on understanding the patterns of all ghost babies, he wasn't too worried about anything.

The only thing worth being wary of is encountering the ghost babies in the fourth stage.

But the odds are slim.

The city is so big, and even though he is in a cursed state, it will probably be some time before it's his turn.

Counting the floors.

Soon, the fourth floor arrived.

The door of a household has been opened, and there are black and blue palm prints on the wall next to it.

The hard iron door was twisted and deformed, as if it had been torn open by something, which made people shudder.

A pungent smell of blood floated in the dark living room, with a strong smell of decay.

Apparently, there was a desperate horror here a few days ago, and it's unknown who died.

Yang Jian walked in with his usual expression.

The ground was a little slippery, filled with blood that had solidified but not yet dried up.

When the light shines, it covers your feet.

There were clear scratch marks among the blood.

The scratches extended into the room, as if someone was dragged in by something, struggling and despairing all the way.

Keep going.

Yang Jian saw the woman's broken nails, which were still painted with purple nail polish, and also saw the scattered black hair, which was stained with dried blood and was somewhat black and smelly.

When he wanted to move forward, his steps suddenly stopped.

At the door of the dark room, a thin blue-black figure stood there. It bit its fingers with an innocent look. It looked at Yang Jian with a pair of empty black eyes. There were still several long strands left at the corners of the thing's mouth. The hair is exactly the same as the one on the ground.

"The ghost infant in the second stage cannot be touched." Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.