The car lights illuminate the front, but cannot dispel the haze in front of me.
The whole city was eerily quiet, with no sound other than the occasional distant screams and the cries of ghost babies.
The bustling Dachang City is gradually 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 your hatred, you can be selfless, and you can disregard personal life and death, but what about me? A large number of people behind me are counting on my survival. 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. He became a ghost controller in less than three months and became an Interpol in less than fifteen days.
All this was too heavy for him.
With a catastrophe approaching and 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 stepped on 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. Is this thing ready to walk on the road openly?" Yang Jian's face was stern and he didn't say a word.
As long as he doesn't speak and is not heard by the ghost baby, he will not become a target of attack.
Even though that thing has seen itself, it's 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 an ordinary person screamed in that situation, he would be dead."
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 can ordinary people survive without understanding the rules?
Nobody knows.
Now he has no ability to deal with supernatural events. The failure of his last operation pushed him to the edge of the ghost's resurrection. Although he is under control, he is not sure whether something will happen next time he uses the power of the ghost.
Keep driving.
Although his 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 also puddles of blood with only some flesh and blood left on the internal organs.
Occasionally, there is a desperate cry for help.
However, no one responded. Instead, more terrifying figures walked past in the haze.
This place has been completely reduced to 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 person who survived 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 only be 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, someone here 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 stepped on 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 slow.
The old red building with only seven floors is dark, mottled and looks a bit dirty.
It was pitch black inside the empty window, which looked particularly gloomy under the haze.
The neighborhood 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 been here for at least three days.
"Are you dead?" Yang Jian took out his cell phone and sent a text message.
"No." The text message received a reply.
"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 cell 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.
Only those who overcome death can overcome fear.
Overcoming the unknown can only help you understand your fear, but it cannot solve the underlying problem.
Even though he understood the rules of the first to fourth level ghost babies and their killing methods, when he was exposed to 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 dark haze.
Those pairs of strange, hollow, pitch-black eyes seemed to be able to be seen and looked at once one turned one's head.
"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 when you walk 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 stairwell leads to.
A strange space that does not belong to 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, 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 black 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 step by step, leaning against the wall.
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 is not too worried about anything.
The only thing worth being wary of is encountering the ghost babies in the fourth stage.
But the chance is very small.
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, a desperate horror happened here a few days ago, and I don't know who died.
Yang Jian walked in with his usual expression.
The ground was a little slippery, it was blood that had solidified but not yet dried up.
As soon as the light shines, it covers your feet.
There were clear scratch marks among the blood.
The scratches extended into the room, as if someone had been 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, biting its fingers, looking innocent, looking at Yang Jian with a pair of empty black eyes, and there were still several long strands remaining at the corners of the thing's mouth.
The hair is exactly the same as the one on the ground.
"The second stage ghost baby cannot be touched." Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.