The Choice

Wang Ye nodded silently. "Yes."

"But why were they making that gesture?"

Zhang Kai asked, somewhat puzzled.

Wang Ye fell silent for several seconds. Then he suddenly raised his head and looked at the ceiling. "Water."

"Water?"

"That's right. The only thing I can think of is water dripping onto their necks, making them instinctively reach up to touch them."

Wang Ye frowned slightly, pondering for a moment before speaking.

"In other words, this ghost's killing pattern involves water."

"Touching the water dripping from the ceiling."

"At least one of its killing patterns should be that."

Listening to Wang Ye, Zhang Kai fell silent. After a long while, he gave Wang Ye a deep look.

In Zhang Kai's eyes, this young man was far too mysterious.

He was clearly just an ordinary person, yet even Zhang Kai felt somewhat wary of him.

In just over ten minutes, Wang Ye had already shocked him too many times. But the most outrageous part was that he had deduced one of the ghost's killing patterns from a single scene before him.

If Wang Ye knew what Zhang Kai was thinking, he would probably have answered:

After going through one Supernatural Incident after another and paying the price of countless lives, people naturally grew.

People at this point in time were still too young.

"For now, we can't be sure whether the ghost has other methods of killing."

"But one thing is certain."

"This ghost can grow."

A grave look appeared in Wang Ye's eyes as he said, "The sound of dripping water is getting more frequent."

"If the ground becomes covered in water, things will get difficult."

"I suggest you notify your team members to watch out for the water droplets. It would be amusing if a few of them died for no reason."

Wang Ye glanced at Zhang Kai as he spoke.

Zhang Kai fell silent for several seconds, then took out his phone and sent a text message. Staring at the dim glow of the screen, no one knew what he was thinking.

A minute later, Zhang Kai took a breath and relaxed slightly.

"My team members should arrive in about ten minutes."

For some reason, Zhang Kai sounded a little more confident when he said this. Perhaps it was because Wang Ye had controlled the entire situation until now, dealing him a severe blow.

Wang Ye nodded slightly. "The simplest method now is to use our clothes to cover our heads, stay where we are, and wait for rescue."

"..."

Zhang Kai was silent for several seconds, his voice turning somewhat low. "But in ten minutes, who knows how much the ghost will grow."

"And how many people will die."

Hearing Zhang Kai's words, the ever-calm Wang Ye's lips curled into a faint smile. There was also a trace of approval in the way he looked at Zhang Kai.

"Since you know that, what are you waiting for?"

Yet Wang Ye's voice remained as calm as ever, as though nothing could stir his emotions. In this terrifying environment, it unconsciously made people feel much safer.

As he spoke, Wang Ye took off his coat and held it over his head with both hands. "Now, we can only gamble."

"Gamble that the water droplets must touch skin before they can kill us."

"Of course, you should also pray that your shoes are waterproof."

As Wang Ye spoke, he walked over to the wall and took a deep breath. "Now, let me test it for you."

Wang Ye took a step forward.

A drop of water fell from above onto Wang Ye's school uniform, making a dull sound.

Wang Ye's expression did not change at all as he waited quietly.

Three seconds later.

"So it really has to touch skin?"

"Looks like we're quite lucky. Follow behind me."

Wang Ye analyzed the situation calmly, then spoke in a low voice and continued forward.

Zhang Kai watched Wang Ye's departing back, his expression complicated.

Just how strong was this man's mentality? That step had looked simple, easy even.

But if the deduction had been wrong, the price would have been death.

He was practically dancing on a knife's edge.

Still, even an ordinary person had fulfilled his promise to act as cannon fodder and gone this far. If Zhang Kai shrank back now, he probably would never be able to hold his head up again.

Zhang Kai laughed at himself, then silently imitated Wang Ye, taking off his coat and holding it above his head.

Inside the dim corridor.

Dry corpses littered the floor. Only two figures, one ahead and one behind, moved forward in silence without making a sound.

The sight was especially eerie.

"Pick up the pace. The water is dripping faster and faster. If our clothes get soaked through, we can go die with them."

Wang Ye frowned slightly as he sensed the speed of the droplets. As he spoke, he quickened his pace.

Zhang Kai followed behind Wang Ye. His expression changed at those words, and he gritted his teeth before speeding up as well.

One minute later.

Outside the principal's office.

"Stand behind me. I'll open the door!"

As he spoke, Wang Ye suddenly kicked the principal's office door.

Bang!

The door was kicked open by Wang Ye. Opening it by hand now would have been no different from courting death. Kicking it down seemed somewhat reckless, but it was the best option at the moment.

Inside the office.

The corpse of a middle-aged man lay sprawled across the desk, his body dried and shriveled, no different from the dead in the hallway.

Wang Ye silently stepped back, retreating behind Zhang Kai.

He had already perfectly fulfilled his role as a test subject and cannon fodder. What came next was beyond his capabilities.

What made Wang Ye's expression turn grave was that the dripping sound inside the room was even more frequent. There was already a thin layer of standing water on the floor.

Using the green glow from Zhang Kai's eyes, Wang Ye vaguely saw a shadowy figure floating behind the principal. On the desk, a golden bottle had somehow been opened.

"Seeking death!"

Wang Ye's gaze turned terrifyingly dark. That golden bottle was clearly a container used to seal a ghost. This ghost had been suppressed before!

Yet that man had opened it!

Without a doubt, the one who had opened the bottle was the principal.

After Eternal Night came Terror Resurgence. Yet someone still dared to open a sealed golden ornament!

"Zhang Kai, how many minutes are left?"

Wang Ye took a deep breath and asked quietly.

"Nine minutes."

"How long can your ability suppress the ghost?"

"Five minutes is my limit."

A bitter smile appeared on Zhang Kai's lips.

There was not enough time.

Fortunately, the only good news was that the shadowy figure was merely standing there without moving.

Ghosts that did not move were relatively easier to deal with.

At least.

After killing everyone in one teaching building, this ghost had no one left to kill.

"Hold on for four minutes. Start suppressing it after four minutes!"

Wang Ye closed his eyes and remained silent for several seconds before abruptly opening them and speaking.

"..."

Zhang Kai silently nodded.

Wang Ye's decision would mean that people would still die innocently within those four minutes.

But Zhang Kai did not question him with self-righteous compassion, because he knew this was the best solution.

It sounded cold-blooded, but—

This was the only option that could save more people.