Sunset on the seventh day...

The sunset on the seventh day...

Although it was somewhat expected, things still went beyond what was originally anticipated by the seventh day.

The ghost tide has fully materialized!

Looking through binoculars from the high vantage point of the mountain temple, people could see those bluish-white shadows, like undulating mountain mists and surging waves, "flowing" through the city, even appearing directly in the windows of those high-rise buildings.

Many survivors, including those at higher elevations, or those who, having exhausted all other options, broke the outer glass and jumped from the sky with screams. Some crashed into air conditioner units mid-air, spraying large amounts of blood into the air, and some were even thrown quite a distance.

They looked like sesame seeds falling from the sky.

At this point, even those who managed to hide well and survive before are now likely to be in grave danger.

At least, judging from those helicopters that billowed black smoke and even spun suddenly from high in the sky as they plummeted down.

Equipment that is forcibly detached from the ground and kept in the air obviously cannot truly stop the invasion of ghosts.

Another Black Hawk helicopter slid down from a distance, its tail trailing a long plume of smoke. After a few unsuccessful attempts to climb, it crashed head-on between the tall buildings, exploding into a grayish-white flower between the glass and aluminum panels before finally crashing to the ground with a bang, bursting into a large burst of flames!

Staring at the billowing black smoke, as if watching a spectacular fireworks display, Tang Yuyang, who was holding his equipment, finally perked up.

This guy also had a touch of bittersweet humor in his voice, "That's pretty impressive, but how did these planes manage to evade capture for six or seven days? Do they have such high fuel tank capacity for extended range? Or did they take off later?"

"I have a feeling these planes are more likely from outside. After all, while the vengeful spirits here forbid people from leaving alive, they didn't say no one could come in."

Mentioning this, Yong Qi folded up the binoculars and stuffed them into the side pocket of his backpack, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"I don't know what they're doing here, just throwing their lives away?"

The potential of people under adversity is truly limitless.

Based on what I've seen in the past few days, some wealthy people, after realizing that these "paranormal phenomena" were causing a frenzy of killing of living people, have even come up with a "crooked idea"—they try to achieve a state of physiological suspended animation through drug injections and use funeral makeup and other techniques to indirectly maintain a state that is almost indistinguishable from a dead person in terms of appearance, heartbeat, and pulse.

In an attempt to deceive the vengeful spirits and even escape this increasingly desolate and deadly city!

In response, most users could only say, "Good idea, why don't you gamble on whether Kayako will turn your 'corpse,' which still retains most of its Spirituality characteristics, from a state of suspended animation into a real death!"

Some vehicles had their hoods covered with offerings of deities and scriptures, attempting to physically lock the accelerator and force their way through the road blocked by the accident, hoping to remove the person or their body from this cursed place even if the driver died or disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

They hide themselves inside morgue freezers, or even inside the cavities of large, gutted livestock.

Suddenly going mad, muttering something like "Sacrifice yourself for the greater good----", he was actually trying to kill others before the ghosts arrived, in order to reseal the ancient sword enshrined in his home and forge a so-called "Demon-Slaying Muramasa".

Later, when someone knocked him down with a stick, foaming at the mouth, he immediately became docile.

It must be admitted that many people have almost truly gone mad in the face of death, and even in the face of this fear that transcends death.

In comparison, simply taking one's own life is perfectly normal.

After all, what's truly despairing is that among those "spiritual omens," some people recognized the faces of familiar faces from the past.

Whether killed by a vengeful ghost or by suicide, when they see these pale, resentful faces, their sinister gazes, no longer those of the living, ultimately merge with that same deathly pale Ghostface, gazing at you—

Therefore, the so-called "not daring to die" has become a very realistic situation for ordinary people.

Under immense mental pressure, even the users themselves have become increasingly vigilant.

The reason is simple: as the scattered population in the city dwindles and the total number of "prey" decreases, the power of the Ju-On obviously flows more towards living beings like them who live in large, clustered groups!

Not only are there numerous visible traces of Spirit Entity, but there are also the elusive female ghost clones!

That "Kayako" that appears and disappears silently, occasionally even enough to intrude into a safe area within thirty steps!

Tang Yuyang and the others also tightened their defenses with extra care, carefully guarding the side of Sadako Yamamura, not daring to leave her side even for a moment.

Upon closer inspection, it had only been a little over three days since the "Saeki House" was vandalized.

At this point, it's no exaggeration to say that among the living people still breathing in this city, aside from a few truly lucky individuals, the vast majority are probably like them, merely surviving under the protection of "abnormal factors."

This is precisely why they are now on guard – in addition to ghosts, they also have to worry about human factors.

Even though they went unnoticed at first, with the increasing number of wandering shadows, more and more ghosts seem to be drawn by human presence, appearing like a tide everywhere, causing widespread panic.

Originating from this temporary team of users and students, which appeared to be no more than twenty people, something that had been forcibly avoided as a direct "influence" of the surrounding bluish-white shadows could no longer be concealed.

Even if they didn't know the reason, others weren't blind. Soon, after noticing this "pure land," many of the fugitives who hadn't managed to squeeze into the temple behind them shamelessly came over.

In response, Yong Qi, one of the team's leaders, immediately drew a cordon several feet wide around the perimeter with his sword and clearly stated the pattern to those around him:

Your presence outside the designated area is none of our business.

Anyone who crosses the line! Kill!

He was not joking, especially after paying a bloody price. The timid eyes of the crowd surrounding them, who dared not cross the line, were enough to reveal his methods!

Even so, many people still stubbornly turned their gaze to the group of strangers, scrutinizing them, especially lingering on the indistinct En no Ozunu stone statue in the middle!

Clearly, based on common sense, they mostly believed that the stone statue in plain sight was the treasure with the suspected power to "ward off evil spirits," rather than the black-haired girl who was being subtly protected among the people nearby.

As the saying goes, "the nail that sticks out gets hammered down," which is why, under Yong Qi's arrangement, everyone preferred to "expose" the stone statue in order to prioritize concealing the influence of the young girl Sadako.

It's important to know that many of these desperate people around us, who hadn't had a proper rest for days and whose eyes were bloodshot, were carrying knives and guns.

When faced with life and death, there's not much difference between humans and mad dogs.

This is precisely why users dare not push them too far.

After all, objectively speaking, by this point, many of the survivors in the vicinity don't seem to be much different from those ghosts.

In just a few days of hiding and fleeing, the extreme changes in the situation and the psychological pressure, the separation of relatives and friends, their fates unknown, or their tragic deaths on the spot, turned the entire city into a hellish battlefield.

These people didn't have the "foresight" to prepare supplies in advance like the users, nor did they have any "protective umbrella" that could barely provide any security.

In the past two days, conflicts have erupted almost constantly—over all sorts of reasons, over a bottle of water, half a pack of biscuits, or a corner to lean against to sleep. Brawls, robberies, and even killings have become commonplace.

I see no hope.

Looking around, almost all the faces now bear the same numbness, sorrow, grotesque resentment, and pale appearance. Even the young have a few strands of white hair and signs of aging. The complex state of these people is as if they have fallen into the Infernal.

The evil spirits forged by the wickedness of the human heart have, in turn, brought hell to the world.

Even if they are the "culprits" of the current situation in some sense, looking at these living people, who are perhaps tainted by ghostly energy, their movements are gradually becoming stiff, and even their bodies are faintly showing signs of bluish-white.

There's still a sense of melancholy among the users.

Clearly, even with the help of the cursed videotape, it was like having two tigers on one mountain, thus forcibly delaying Kayako's attempt to take her life.

However, this approach is clearly not without its costs for those living people who "utilize" vengeful spirits.

Or, more likely, each time the white-clad female Sadako appeared, while stopping the Ju-On, she would also take something inexplicable from those destined for the seven-day period.

Even if the feeling isn't real, a certain intuition originating from Spirituality level still serves as a reminder to a few of the more perceptive among these "superpowered individuals."

Yes, in order to stabilize the situation and to show off their skills to prevent anyone from having further ideas, Yong Qi and two or three others displayed their "special abilities" during the previous killings to establish their authority, in order to intimidate these living people who were also nearly blinded by rage.

After all, they had already done their best to delay until this point. As long as nothing major happened, theoretically, they should be able to survive the last half day by simply relying on the black-haired girl behind them as their backbone.

The closer we get to the final goal, the more we need to control the situation and prevent further unnecessary risks from occurring.

Yes, that's how it should normally be.

However, as time goes by, the extremely cautious user group, in turn, relies on the dense crowds around them, who are sheltered within the "safe zone," as a human barrier to guard against sudden attacks from evil spirits.

With the final deadline fast approaching, for some reason, among the crowd, the black-haired woman sitting beside the palanquin was the one who stood out the most.

The child suddenly raised his hand and pressed it to his chest.

"What's wrong, Sadako?"

All eyes, constantly on high alert, instantly converged on them, and someone immediately asked a friendly, gentle question.

"I don't know, Du Sang —I feel a little uneasy. A sense of unease has been there since then; I initially thought it was just my imagination—"

"But now, for some reason, this feeling hasn't disappeared; in fact, it seems to be getting stronger and stronger—"

Shaking her head, the girl explained a few words to the middle-aged woman next to her, her tone sounding somewhat uneasy as she brushed her bangs aside.

It was especially noticeable that her face, with its prominent dark circles, held a look of profound confusion.

Upon hearing her words, for some reason, the people around her were all startled, their expressions even more uneasy than hers.

"Anxiety? Are you sure what's causing this anxiety?"

After repeated questioning, it was confirmed that the girl seemed unable to provide any more information. Apart from the few students who were still clueless, the group of people, who were taking the matter very seriously, raised their guard again.

As we all know, for individuals with such special talents or exceptional "inspiration," their occasional feelings or whims can often be seen as unexpected clues.

Those who are experienced with this type of film and other works will naturally not be so magnanimous as to ignore such situations.

Even if it's just a misperception, we still need to treat it as a serious matter and be wary of it!

However, given the current situation, their vigilance naturally stems from the direct threat posed by the vengeful ghost.

No one could see any further details—it originated silently and quietly arrived in the waters near Long Island, and began to rise to the surface of the sea like a giant whale taking a breath!

Strategic submarines!

Among the small flags bearing red and blue stripes, special weapons that had been urgently transported were delivered to the docking platform and entered the verification process.

Soon, the well-prepared heavy bombers were in position!

This "small cargo," which is not worth the risk of exposure for a strategic nuclear submarine to launch itself, and which has not even been given an internal code name, still does not diminish its significance.

"God help us—go for it, guys!"

The fully armed pilots embraced each other, kissed the same silver cross, then pulled down their helmets and, under the cold gaze of the officers, rushed to their respective positions on the aircraft!

As the new millennium approached, with the fall of the Great Bear, the curtain of the Cold War and global threats had already fallen, but Amerika at this time was indeed not yet as militarily corrupt as it would be twenty or thirty years later.

Soon, the giant eagle, cast in steel, took off, tearing through the vast winds under the escort of the air formation, and roared towards the designated node!

In the end, some of the "little ones" inside the capsule, like black dots, traced a path in high space and cut into the depths of the atmosphere from the stratosphere!

And so, they plummeted toward their final destination!

Ballistic weapon array! Proceed!

For some inexplicable reason, a chilling feeling suddenly rose up within me.

This feeling, as if someone were pointing a gun at his forehead, was familiar to Li Anshan.

After all, during the Second Tier enhancement of the Magic Bullet Shooter, the vague image of a figure resembling himself, originating from the depths of the pillar of light, had given him countless experiences of life and death hanging by a thread when he fired his gun in battle.

But what's going on now?

The faint trace of what should perhaps be called "magic" within him had begun to stir instinctively, but looking around, there was no suitable prey.

Just as he was wondering, the sharp-eyed young archer inadvertently caught a glimpse of a tiny shadow flying across the horizon—some thin, almost invisible "white threads" stretching across the sky.

What is that?

He couldn't help but scratch his head, and the people next to him also looked over alertly, but they didn't notice the blurry sign that was so far away.

"What's wrong?"

"I think I see it over there—"

Before the conversation was finished, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

The deafening roar, like muffled thunder rolling through dark clouds, grew louder and louder, coming from high places, low places, far places, near places, and all directions. In what could not have been a long interval, it decisively merged into one.

Light always arrives faster than sound.

Yong Qi placed his hand on his brow bone to block the light, looked for a few seconds, and then suddenly put his hand down.

This action, however, drew the attention of many people to its details.

Even his stern face with its round eyes was now gradually illuminated by the ever-brightening light of the distant sky, appearing half-bright and half-dark, half-fierce and half-indifferent, yet also somewhat like the bewilderment of a child.

This is not a sunrise.

Sunrise should never occur at dusk, much less cause all shadows, along with those "things" without shadows, to begin fading at the same moment.

People on the ground looked up and could clearly see that a large number of dazzling "spots of light" had appeared on the horizon, one by one, which then vaguely merged into one.

In those exceptionally brief moments, everyone gaped, speechless, watching helplessly as the meteors gradually transformed from needle tips into grains of sand, from grains into a meteor shower, and then slowly expanded across their retinas into a dazzling, gigantic spectacle.

Finally, as if twenty or thirty suns had fallen at the same time, a vast, warm, white world poured down, covering everything, making it impossible for anyone to open their eyes.

So beautiful!

The sun has set.