Time passed in deathly silence.
Dajing City had become a dead city without a single living soul.
News of Headquarters' dissolution also spread rapidly through various channels.
And just like that, a day passed.
Dajing City.
Lin Cheng and Zhang Lei still stood motionless, facing each other.
But the fine beads of sweat seeping from Lin Cheng's forehead, and the violent contortions that occasionally flashed across Zhang Lei's wooden face-
Both showed that this battle of consciousness had not ended. Instead, it had entered its fiercest, most dangerous stage.
"Why is this taking so long?"
Yang Jian clenched his fists, his fingers turning slightly pale, his brow furrowed.
He had stood guard beside them for an entire day and night, not even daring to close his eyes.
With the terrifying information-processing ability of Lin Cheng's Ghost Brain, if this were merely a matter of feeding in memories, even a mountain of information should have been transferred by now.
Could Zhang Lei's consciousness be showing signs of collapse under the Wish-Granting Ghost's counterattack?
Nearby, Ye Zhen paced back and forth with the Long Sword in his arms.
"I suspect Boss Lin is in danger. The Wish-Granting Ghost may have devoured a consciousness-related vengeful ghost inside the Ghost Mirror and started fighting back, but there's nothing I can do to help!"
Just as Ye Zhen's anxiety reached its peak, the Custom Earpiece on his ear suddenly sounded.
It was an encrypted transmission from A Wu, who had safely returned to the Paranormal Forum's Dahai City branch.
During this time, the Forum's office staff had already brought new earpieces to Yang Jian and the others.
"Hello, can you hear me?"
A Wu sounded utterly exhausted, with a trace of anxiety he could not conceal.
"Go ahead. What's the situation?" Ye Zhen asked gravely.