Reviving Blood

"Tick-tock, tick-tock!"

In the quiet night, all was silent.

But at some point, a clear dripping sound began to echo around us.

The sound didn't come from the toilet, but from the ceiling of the apartment building.

"Tick-tock!"

Another dripping sound rang out.

The sound came from beside Yang Jian's bedside.

A pungent, bloody smell filled the air.

What was dripping from the ceiling was not water, but scarlet blood.

Blood seeped from the cracks in the roof, seemingly penetrating everywhere, and the amount was gradually increasing.

Soon, the entire roof was soaked in blood, turning a deep crimson.

A human silhouette could be seen amidst the blood on the ceiling, mouth agape, revealing blurred facial features, struggling in agony, like a tormented demon howling and screaming. Yet, all of this seemed so peaceful, without a single sound emanating from it.

Just then...

Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes.

He wasn't fully asleep, but rather in a semi-conscious state, making him exceptionally sensitive to changes in his surroundings.

"Is it an illusion?"

When he opened his eyes, he didn't see anything unusual in the room.

There was no water dripping from the ceiling, and certainly no scarlet blood.

Everything that had happened before seemed like an illusion, as if it had never existed.

"No, it's not a hallucination." Yang Jian suddenly noticed a drop of scarlet blood staining his pillow.

The blood is thick and viscous.

It had a peculiar, fishy stench, like something that had already rotted.

Yang Jian thought for a moment, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately sat up, got out of bed, dressed, and went out.

As soon as I stepped outside.

Rows of scarlet footprints, formed from congealed blood, were left in the stairwell, as if someone had been there before. At the entrance of the apartment building, the bloody footprints appeared particularly messy and dense.

That person must have been loitering around the door earlier.

Yang Jian immediately followed the bloody footprints.

I went up the stairs and out of the apartment building.

The final footprints stopped on a bench next to a green belt in the residential area.

In the dim light, a human figure sat there, seemingly waiting for Yang Jian's arrival.

"Yan Li?" Yang Jian tried to call out.

This blood was not the trace left by an ordinary vengeful ghost, but rather the ghost blood from within the body of Ghost Blood Yan Li.

He knew it very well.

So there was no panic.

"Yang Jian, this should be the last time we meet. My time is running out, and I want to say a few final words to you."

Yan Li was wearing a trench coat that covered him up, and he also had a hat on, so his face was completely obscured.

But blood was flowing uncontrollably from his body like a faucet, staining the surrounding area red and lingering there.

"It's been a while since I've seen you; you seem to be doing very badly."

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and walked over with a hint of wariness.

Yan Li said, "You'd better not get too close to me. The ghost inside me has already revived, and I don't know how long I can maintain my consciousness. It would be very dangerous for you to get close to me."

Yang Jian felt a chill Yan Li down his spine. Sure enough, Yan Li was on the verge of a resurgence.

Through the streetlight beside him, he could Yan Li see that Yan Li's face was no longer there, only a congealed outline of blood.

He can no longer be considered a human being.

"What do you want to say to me?" Yang Jian.

Yan Li said, "The club has its eyes on you. You angered them during the Huanggang Village incident, and they plan to kill you because your existence threatens many people. If possible, I'd better advise you to leave Dachang City and live in another city."

"Xiaoqiang Club? Let them come after me if they want. Leaving Dachang City is impossible. If I leave here and go to another city, people in that city will threaten me and make me leave. Where can I go then?"

Yang Jian's lips curled into a cold smile, "If you really want to deal with me, then I'll just take care of the people from the Xiaoqiang Club. I'm already in this state, why would I be afraid of threats?"

"There's something else. The box you gave me was stolen by the Xiaoqiang Club."

Yan Li said, "I'm sorry, I owe you money, and I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to pay it back."

"Is that so? It's alright, I'll handle it," Yang Jian.

He didn't say that the box was fake and that he had switched it.

"I want to ask you for one last favor," Yan Li said.

"Tell me," Yang Jian. "If it's too difficult, I can't help you."

"I don't think leaving my wife and children in Dachang City is a good choice. I want you to talk to them and ask them to go back to their hometown," Yan Li said.

Yang Jian, "You can talk about it. You should be able to make a phone call or something, right?"

"I've been targeted by the Xiaoqiang Club. I haven't been able to contact my family for several days. No one knows my family's address except you. I don't want to be exposed, especially when I'm about to die," Yan Li, his tone revealing a deep sense of helplessness and reluctance.

"Okay, I'll personally inform your family."

"Thank you," Yan Li said. "It's almost time, I have to go."

Where are you going?

Yan Li said, "Find a deserted place to die. I absolutely cannot revive in Dachang City. If this ghost appears in Dachang City, you won't be able to handle it."

After saying that, he stood up and got into a sports car next to him.

The vehicle starts.

Without any hesitation, we went full throttle.

The sports car quickly accelerated to over 100 mph and was still going, finally disappearing from the intersection at top speed. The direction it was heading was probably north of the city; he wanted to leave the city from the north and get on the highway to get away from the urban area.

"Another Ghost Tamer has died." Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly as he watched Yan Li leave, his feelings somewhat complicated.

He came to say goodbye.

Yan Li's condition had clearly deteriorated to the point where he could no longer suppress the vengeful ghost. Even without using the ghost's power, the ghost itself would still emerge.

"If you had come to Huanggang Village with me back then, things might have turned out differently."

Yang Jian thought to himself.

But then he shook his head slightly.

He might have died even faster if he had gone to Huanggang Village, since of that group, only he and Zhang Han survived.

The car engine was roaring.

The roads were nearly deserted in the early morning.

Yan Li's car sped to over 200 miles per hour, running red lights and weaving through traffic, rushing out of the city at top speed.

The surrounding scenery rushed past us at breakneck speed.

At that speed, even hitting the smallest object would result in a fatal accident.

But he felt no fear whatsoever.

Because he is already dead.

It just retains some consciousness.

So he just kept pressing the accelerator to the floor, going as far as he could. If he was unlucky enough to get into an accident, Yan Li didn't care.

After all, he had done his best, and there was nothing he could do if the ghost inside him were to appear in the city.

It seems that fate is still somewhat on his side.

He encountered no accidents along the way and successfully got onto the highway, leaving the city.

The car was still speeding along.

Having left the city, he is now doing his best to stay away from urban areas, preferably in a secluded Tian Ye or mountainous region if possible.

Perhaps he realized he might be dying soon.

Despite trying to resist contacting his family, Yan Li but pick up the phone on the passenger side of the car.

His hands were completely devoid of flesh, covered in blood and unrecognizable.

But just as he picked up his phone to dial a number...

With a whoosh, his entire arm melted into a pool of thick, fresh blood that splattered onto the seat.

"Time is up."

The Yan Li flashed through Yan Li's mind.

Not just the arms.

His legs, body, and head all began to melt.

The blood it transformed into almost filled the entire carriage.

The sports car went out of control, veered off the highway, sped a short distance across Tian Ye, and then rolled over.

The car body began to fall apart.

Finally, it rolled down into a ditch and came to a stop.

The sports car was belching thick smoke, but the smoke extinguished before it could spontaneously combust.

Thick, fresh blood gushed out of the vehicle like a spring, and the flow continued until it completely submerged the wrecked vehicle. Even then, the gushing blood didn't stop; in less than half an hour, the thick blood filled the mud pit, forming a pool of blood.

As time passed, the blood pool gradually expanded, turning into a scarlet pond.

I don't know how much time passed.

A hideous arm stained with blood stretched out from the pool of blood.

A human-shaped silhouette slowly crawled out of the blood in an eerie posture.

Instead of choosing Dachang City behind it, it crawled towards the nearest village.

A bloody trail was left in the Tian Ye, stretching all the way.