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It was stuffy, oppressive, almost suffocating.

It felt like sleep paralysis, where his consciousness was clear, but his body was completely immobile.

The dim room had transformed into a dark cage, and Yang Jian was the prisoner within, unable to break free, unable to escape, as if he were doomed to sink forever, for all eternity.

Suddenly.

On the pitch-black ceiling, the darkness began to condense, seemingly forming the shape of an eye.

This eye was enormous, filling the entire ceiling. Although it wasn't open, Yang Jian could feel the giant eye peering at him, its gaze unnervingly fixed upon him.

"Gulp~!"

Yang Jian felt a chill on his cheek. The skin seemed to be forcibly stretched apart, revealing a red eye that rolled within the flesh.

A bizarre perspective flooded his mind.

At the same time, it felt like something was wriggling inside his body, moving restlessly. It was stretching his flesh, almost tearing through his skin, causing excruciating pain, like being subjected to brutal torture, unbearable.

Yet, Yang Jian's consciousness remained clear, but his body was still unable to move.

He could only let the ghostly entity inside his body move without restraint. He was in so much pain he wanted to wail, but his mouth only twitched slightly, unable to open or make any sound.

This situation didn't last for just a short while.

It persisted for a full two to three hours.

Yang Jian hadn't fallen asleep the entire time. He had endured this tearing pain for two to three hours. He didn't know how he managed to endure it, only knowing that this period felt as long as a lifetime.

Around six o'clock in the evening.

The pain in his body rapidly subsided, and he regained sensation.

The moment his body could move, he shot up from the bed, drenched in sweat, gasping for air.

Yang Jian raised his palm, which was trembling almost instinctively.

"What... what happened to me? My body wouldn't obey me, and that feeling just now was like my whole body was splitting apart, as if something was trying to break out from within. Was it influenced by that eye?"

He stared at his trembling hand, falling silent for a long while.

Suddenly, he took out a dark brown piece of paper from his pocket.

"Tell me, what was happening to me just now," Yang Jian spoke to the parchment.

Soon, words appeared on the parchment: Today I woke up in pain. I can feel the vengeful ghost gradually reviving within me. I used too much of the vengeful ghost's power for the school incident, and I don't have much time left. But now I still have to endure the torment of that thing inside my body, because... I still want to live.

Vengeful ghost reviving?

As expected.

Yang Jian fell silent again.

He was following in Zhou Zheng's footsteps, enduring the torment of a vengeful ghost's revival, only to be killed by the ghost within his own body one day.

Was this the price of survival?

"How much longer can I live?" Yang Jian continued to ask.

The parchment displayed more words: If you don't find another solution soon, I estimate I won't survive for more than three months under this torment.

Three months?

This was even faster than dying from cancer. If he had to endure such torment every day, it was just as Zhou Zheng had said, death would be a release.

It was impossible for Yang Jian not to feel panicked at this moment.

He was still young, still studying, and his parents at home would need him to take care of them in the future.

If he died, what would happen to his parents?

No.

I can't die, at least not now.

Yang Jian suddenly stood up, his gaze fixed on the parchment in front of him. "You are a very strange thing. I can't believe everything you say. You say I'll die in three months, so I'll die in three months? You also said before that I would die at school, but didn't that change? You don't know the future; you can only judge what's most likely to happen based on the current situation."

"However, I'm certain of one thing: you know a lot, a whole lot."

"What exactly are you?"

The parchment remained still, no words appearing, as if it had chosen to remain silent.

"It's fine if you don't say anything. I'll figure it out eventually," Yang Jian said.

Thinking about the vengeful ghost, he suddenly remembered something. He picked up Zhou Zheng's satellite positioning phone from the side. A text message was displayed on it.

It was a website address.

"That's the URL Zhao Jianguo gave me. Maybe I can get some useful information from that website." Yang Jian immediately turned on his computer and entered the address.

A peculiar website, entirely blank, as if it didn't exist.

He knew this was just a security measure.

Then, he picked up Zhou Zheng's phone and typed in the numerical code printed on the phone.

Immediately, the webpage refreshed, the site jumped, and the content appeared.

Yang Jian briefly scanned the contents. They were all emergency incidents from around the world, requests for ghost wielder support, and bounties offered by various governments.

Most of them were in the hundreds of millions of US dollars, though there were also bounties in the tens of millions.

He clicked on one: "A C-class vengeful ghost, codenamed Ghost Church, has appeared in a certain state in the US. Reward: thirty million US dollars for its resolution."

A video was also attached.

The video showed a church. The walls of the church were covered in moss, the paint peeling and mottled, looking very old. But at the entrance of the church, Yang Jian saw a blurry figure standing there. Although he couldn't see its face clearly, he could sense that it was a person, or more accurately, a humanoid shape. However, this person exuded a chilling eeriness.

Then, suddenly, a fighter jet roared across the sky above the church, and a missile descended with a roar, accurately hitting the church.

Flames of explosion engulfed the church.

It was clear that the US military had opted for a strong and direct military strike.

"Will it be effective?" Yang Jian watched intently.

But soon, as the bright light gradually faded, his eyes narrowed.

In the flames, the church still stood there completely unharmed. A missile with such a wide kill radius hadn't even chipped off a piece of the church's paint.

Afterward, in the video, he saw the dark figure standing at the church entrance slowly walking out. The shadow approached step by step, facing the camera.

Chh.

The video instantly blurred, and the image disappeared.

Below the video were many comments:

"F*ck, thirty million US dollars to deal with this thing? The US president can go to hell. Keep your money and buy candy for your kids. This thing is only classified as C-class? You're trying to trick us into being cannon fodder?"

A netizen from the US commented. Below the English text were Chinese and other translations, making it easy to understand at a glance.

"Although the video is somewhat misleading, it can be judged that this is already a ghost that can affect its surroundings. It's probably not far from forming a ghost domain. B-class is the minimum. If they had any conscience, classifying it as A wouldn't be excessive. The American people are truly living in dire straits. Newcomers who don't understand would probably be tricked to death." a netizen from China replied.

"It's going to die soon anyway. Let's form a team to make some money. Looking for teammates, I'm so cute."

"You can't believe a single frame of Old Mi's video bounties."

Yang Jian looked at the comments and pondered, "Ghosts have levels? I should check."