The Connected Phone Call

Yang Jian put down the phone in his hand, glancing back at the green belt behind him with immense dread and fear.

This old man was truly terrifying.

No matter how many times he encountered him, even just seeing him from afar, it sent shivers down his spine and filled him with fear.

"Fang Jing should be dead by now?"

Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly. "The priority now is to leave this ghost domain and get away from this old man. If he catches me again, I'm afraid it'll be certain death. It doesn't matter if it's Zhang Wei, Wang Shanshan, or me, the outcome will be the same."

What's the point of becoming a ghost wielder? Didn't Zhou Zheng die from a ghost's revival because he used too much of its power?

The reason Zhou Zheng died was definitely because the terror level of this old ghost surpassed that of the ghost infant.

If the ghost infant couldn't suppress this old man, it naturally wore him down.

Soon.

Seeing Yang Jian return, Zhang Wei breathed a sigh of relief. "Yang Jian, where did you go? Did you find Fang Jing? The school is full of ghosts, and you're the only one brave enough to run around. I can't even move my feet."

"Although I called Fang Jing, if my guess is correct, he's probably run into a ghost."

Yang Jian said, "And I saw the old man who was knocking on the classroom door earlier over there. We can't go near that area anymore. The priority now is to leave this place. If we stay any longer, I don't know how many more people will die here."

As he spoke.

Everyone else fell silent, their faces filled with fear and lingering dread.

Yeah.

It had only been a few hours, and they had been running the whole time, yet only this many people were still alive.

Everyone else had disappeared.

And everyone knew what it meant to disappear in a place where ghosts were active.

This wasn't a dream, nor was it a movie. Real supernatural events could kill people.

"Yang Jian, thank you for leading us out. Without you, we would have surely met with misfortune."

"Yeah, thank you. And we're sorry about what happened earlier. When Fang Jing pushed you into the bathroom, we didn't stop him. Later, we realized that Fang Jing was a devil. He left Zhao Qiang behind, left Wang Gang behind, and even the female classmates were left behind to cover their retreat."

"That guy is a beast."

The few classmates behind them spoke, cursing Fang Jing and expressing their apologies to Yang Jian.

Four people, these were the classmates Yang Jian had brought out from the green belt earlier, the ones who were with Fang Jing.

He felt Fang Jing deserved to die, but the others didn't. Since he saw them, it was just a small gesture to bring them out. They were classmates, after all, no need to be so cold-blooded.

"It's too early to thank me now. You've all seen it, we're still in this school, still within the range of the ghost domain. Whether we can get out alive is still a question," Yang Jian shook his head.

"Although you're all tired now, it's not time to rest. Although I don't know much about the situation in the ghost domain, we still have to try. Follow me, let's see if we can get out of the school."

He had become the backbone of these people. After he spoke, the few people who were sitting on the ground resting immediately stood up.

"One, two, three, four. There are only 13 people left now. Heaven knows if anyone else will die. If I had known this, I should have taken leave today. Why go to school? Others go to school for money, we go to school to risk our lives," Zhang Wei said with some agitation.

The others glanced at him, all lowering their heads and remaining silent, appearing dejected and in a bad state.

If they didn't see any hope of survival soon, Yang Jian believed they would be close to a mental breakdown. He saw that some of the girls' faces were already pale, and they were starting to mutter to themselves.

"Let's go."

Yang Jian couldn't care about mental breakdowns anymore.

The issue now was whether they could leave here alive.

With him leading the way.

The group was no longer worried about getting lost, and as they walked, they seemed to be continuously moving away from the ghost domain.

The darkness around them wasn't thick. Although the sky was still dim, they could clearly see the road and the surrounding buildings.

Soon.

The group arrived at the school gate.

The security booth was empty.

The road was silent, eerily quiet.

The streetlights were off, and there were no vehicles coming or going.

The surroundings seemed very strange, with no sound except for their own voices.

Yang Jian glanced at the closed door of the security booth, his eyes filled with extreme vigilance. He didn't dare to approach any door, not knowing what terrifying thing might emerge if he opened it.

And.

Looking at the dead silence outside, he knew in his heart that even if they got out of the school, it would be useless.

As long as they were still within the ghost domain, it would be the same everywhere.

"What's going on outside? Why is there no one here? Usually, there are many parents picking up and dropping off students at this time," Miao Xiaoshan asked, her curiosity mixed with panic.

Indeed.

Normally, the area outside this university would be crowded with people and congested with vehicles.

But now it was completely empty, with no one else around except for their own shadows.

"I'll go take a look," Zhang Wei volunteered, climbing over the guardrail and walking out onto the road.

He looked left and right along the road, seeing the end of the street shrouded in an endless darkness, as if leading to the depths of hell.

The place they came from was also shrouded in darkness.

The entire area felt like it was cut off from the rest of the world.

"It's useless. You can't get out by walking. Don't waste your energy," Yang Jian said.

"Then, then does that mean we're going to die here? I, I don't want to die." A girl immediately collapsed onto the ground in tears.

Although the other male classmates didn't break down, the fear of death in their eyes was evident to everyone.

"Yang Jian, think of a way, please save us. I, I don't want to encounter ghosts again." Wang Shanshan, standing beside him, pulled on his arm, her tear-filled eyes pleading.

Yang Jian fell into a brief silence. "Let me think seriously."

He decided not to walk anymore and sat down on a nearby stone stool to rest.

He was also very tired from running all the way.

Suddenly.

He looked down at Zhang Wei's phone in his hand.

"Have you tried calling for help before?"

"I, I tried before. The call went through, but..." a classmate said.

"Zhao Lei, but what?"

"There was no sound. There was no sound from the other end, and it was connected. I, I didn't dare to call again." Zhao Lei paused.

The phone had no sound but was connected.

Yang Jian's heart tightened.

This place was already experiencing a haunting, and with such a strange occurrence, it was indeed daunting to continue calling for help.

"However, the call could still be connected in the classroom. This situation only appeared shortly after we left the classroom," Miao Xiaoshan suddenly reminded him. "Zhang Wei called before, he called an ambulance."

"Yes, that's right," Zhang Wei nodded.

Shortly after leaving the classroom. If we calculate the time, it should have been when the ghost domain reappeared, specifically the moment Yang Jian reached the flickering lights on the second-floor landing.

"Is that so? Let me try another phone."

Yang Jian suddenly thought of someone's number and decided to try it.

He opened Zhang Wei's phone, logged into the forum, and then used the satellite phone given to him by Zhou Zheng to make a call.

138

This was the number Lightning King had left on the forum.

He wanted to know if Lightning King had met with an accident. If he had, his phone might be found as evidence in the hands of a ghost wielder. After all, with ghost wielders like Zhou Zheng handling supernatural events, it was possible someone was in charge of this case.

Let's give it a try.

The phone did not lose signal; instead, it connected smoothly.

However, the situation was worse than expected.

Ring, ring, ring.

The phone on the other end began to ring, its sound echoing in the silent school, reaching everyone's ears. Although not loud, it was exceptionally clear and eerie.

Yang Jian's hand, holding the phone, froze.

"Lightning King's phone is in this school?"

His eyes narrowed sharply, and he quickly stood up, looking around in shock, instinctively searching for the source of the ringing.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Lightning King, that netizen, was an emergency room doctor from another province, hundreds of kilometers away. If his phone was ringing here, it meant he was here too.

"Beep."

At this moment, the call was connected, but there was no sound from the other end.

However, at the same time, the ringing sound echoing through the school ceased.

At this point, Yang Jian saw a faint mobile phone light glowing from a third-floor window of a teaching building. He could vaguely see a blurry figure standing at the window, seemingly looking this way.

"Damn it." Yang Jian broke out in a cold sweat and quickly hung up the phone.