The Departing Eight

There was no time to think.

Not only did Yang Jian feel terror closing in from all directions at this moment, but everyone else also heard the sound of the security room door opening, as well as the heavy footsteps coming from the front and back.

And they all knew that only the dozen or so of them were left in the entire school.

Therefore, Zhang Wei, Zhao Lei, Wang Shanshan, and the others knew very well that the footsteps must belong to ghosts.

The ghosts were constantly walking towards them.

But at this moment, Yang Jian gritted his teeth and bit down hard on an eye on his arm without hesitation.

"Ah~!"

The intense pain of flesh being bitten spread through his entire body. He trembled with pain, but he didn't choose to give up because of the agony.

As intense pain surged, Yang Jian forcefully bit off the red eye on his arm.

"Yang Jian, you..." Hearing his scream, the others looked over in unison.

Immediately, everyone was stunned, and then fear showed on their faces.

They saw that Yang Jian's arm was bloody and mangled, blood flowed from his mouth, and his eyes, whether due to excessive blood flow or not, turned bloodshot, seemingly emitting a faint red light. Moreover, his skin was constantly cracking, and occasionally, pieces of skin would fall off, making people's skin crawl and instinctively feel afraid.

Had Yang Jian been possessed by a ghost?

The red eye was now rapidly moving beneath Yang Jian's flesh, leaving a scarlet crack wherever it went, as if his body was being torn apart, and blood seeped out, dyeing his clothes red.

The pain was excruciating, a heart-wrenching agony far exceeding the time when a ghost infant had bitten his eye and made it grow.

However, this time, it wasn't a ghost infant that bit Yang Jian; it was he himself who had bitten himself.

And the red eye had already disappeared in his mouth.

Yet, at the wound on his arm, where the red eye had been bitten off, the wound began to writhe again. Soon, a larger red eye grew out, filling the wound and looking around with a strange expression.

The sixth eye had appeared.

Because the fifth eye was in his stomach.

As Yang Jian let out a pained howl, red light emanated from the cracks in his skin, one, two, three. The red light gradually spread throughout his body.

The surrounding ground was also affected.

This red light spread along the ground like a viscous, thick fog, forming a stark contrast with the dense darkness around them.

At this moment, on the unseen parchment, another line of text appeared.

"5:30 AM, after swallowing an eye, I successfully grew a sixth eye. A strange red light emanated from my body. I could feel that the area covered by the red light was the ghost domain, my ghost domain. But I discovered that the vengeful ghost within me was constantly reviving.

Perhaps I will soon be taken over by the vengeful ghost and lose consciousness, becoming a ghost."

"As the ghost domain opened, other nearby ghosts arrived. Someone was killed by a ghost."

As if to confirm the words on the parchment, a pale hand reached out from the darkness and suddenly grabbed the neck of a student who was trembling with fear.

The cold, stiff hand, carrying a terrifying, monstrous strength, pulled the student back into the darkness behind.

"No, don't! Help me, save me!" The student screamed frantically, reaching out and flailing, trying to grab onto something.

But it was useless.

He soon disappeared into the darkness, and his screams also vanished, like a pebble dropped into water, only causing a ripple before quickly returning to calm.

Seeing this, the others turned pale and their hands and feet grew cold.

They had all seen it, but none dared to intervene; they lacked the courage.

Qian Wanhao was already crying from fear. He had lost his mind and instinctively turned to flee, no matter where, as long as he could get away from here, away from this cursed place.

But as soon as he turned, he crashed heavily into a stiff corpse.

An old man in a long gown, covered in corpse spots, stood in the darkness with a deathly pale face, looking at him. His lifeless eyes showed no human emotion, only numbness and strangeness.

When Qian Wanhao tried to run again, he found that his body could no longer move.

The old man slowly raised his withered, bony hand and reached for his face.

"Ah~!" The final, piercing scream of death rang out, chilling to the bone.

"Don't come near, don't come near, don't come near, don't come near me."

A girl, with her hair disheveled, clutched her head and cowered nearby, muttering to herself, her eyes filled with terror. In her extreme fear, her mind had already collapsed.

Even if she survived, she would likely be mentally ill in the future.

Zhao Lei no longer had the strength to flee, simply slumping to the ground, as if his soul had left him, completely terrified.

Miao Xiaoshan squatted on the ground, covering her ears and burying her face in her knees, sobbing and trembling.

Wang Shanshan tightly hugged one of Yang Jian's arms, almost shrinking into his embrace. She didn't find Yang Jian terrifying at all; what she feared more were the ghosts that could appear at any moment from the darkness.

Perhaps because of the deaths of a few classmates, the surrounding ghosts seemed to have temporarily stopped their actions.

But darkness had already enveloped them, and the surroundings were eerily quiet, so quiet that even the screams could no longer be heard.

However, this eerie silence did not last long.

Not long after.

"Thump. Thump. Thump." Footsteps sounded again in the darkness.

This time, it wasn't just one set of footsteps, but several.

In front, behind, from all directions.

At this moment, pale hands stretched out from the darkness one after another. One hand rested on Zhang Wei's shoulder, another grabbed a female classmate by her hair, and another gripped Miao Xiaoshan's ankle. Everyone was attacked by vengeful ghosts at this moment.

The time displayed on the phone: 5:30 AM.

Exactly as stated on the parchment, at 5:30 AM, everyone died.

"Get lost." However, at this moment, a suppressed roar of pain rang out, filled with the struggle of desperate survival.

Yang Jian stood up. His skin was cracked, and through the fissures, countless eyes seemed to be hidden within. Simultaneously, a red light emanated from him, enveloping an area of about five meters around him.

The red light illuminated the surroundings, dispelling the darkness.

The pale hands quickly retracted.

The old man in the black long gown, his face covered in corpse spots, took a step back, moving out of the red light's coverage. His grayish-white eyes stared blankly at Yang Jian.

The old man paused for a moment, then took another step forward.

He re-entered the area covered by the red light.

However, the red light from Yang Jian flickered like an unstable electric lamp, blinked a few times, and then vanished.

Simultaneously gone were Yang Jian, Wang Shanshan, Zhang Wei, Zhao Lei, and six others.

The old man walked over; the area was now empty.

The surrounding footsteps gradually faded away.

The door of the nearby security room slammed shut with a bang.

Darkness surged back like a tide.

On the parchment, a line of text reappeared: 5:30 AM, everyone died. That's impossible.

5:31 AM: I survived. A total of eight people, I left the high school. Heh heh.

A strange smiley face appeared on the parchment, but quickly disappeared.