Very quiet.
Yang Jian had waited in Wang Xiaoming's office for quite a while. The strange sounds around him had gradually faded, until now, when everything seemed to have fallen silent.
It was as if every sound had vanished.
Not the slightest noise could be heard in the entire world.
This was not good news.
Yang Jian stood up and looked down through the glass window.
Every floor of the entire building was dim and dark, like an abandoned unfinished building devoid of human presence. It seemed that, aside from himself, there was not a single living person left.
And the visibility around him was poor.
The nearby area was shrouded in a blackish-green haze. He could not see very far; even the tall buildings across the street could only barely be made out as blurry outlines.
It was as though this hospital building was the only thing remaining in the world.
Yang Jian looked thoughtful, somewhat hesitant.
But he did not hesitate for long.
He quickly made his decision.
He immediately turned and left, heading downstairs through the emergency stairwell.
Sure enough, he still could not simply watch Wang Xiaoming and the others be trapped to death on some floor.
Although he had no desire to support them, if these people died, this supernatural incident would undoubtedly end in failure.
Whether because he was unwilling to accept it, or because he did not want to so easily hand this city and his own fate over to a ghost, Yang Jian realized that although he wanted to stay out of it and save himself, when he truly reached this crossroads, there was only one path he could take.
Carrying that shriveled finger, he quickly headed downstairs, intending to make one final attempt.
The ghost had already appeared, and there was