Oppressive Candlelight
It's very quiet.
Yang Jian waited in Wang Xiaoming's office for quite a while. At first, there were strange noises coming from all around, but now everything seemed to have fallen silent.
It seemed as if all sound had vanished.
The entire world was completely free of noise.
This is not good news.
Yang Jian stood up and looked down through the glass window.
The entire building was dark, like an abandoned, lifeless, unfinished building, as if there was no one alive except for myself.
Moreover, the surrounding visibility is not very good.
The area was shrouded in a dark, bluish haze, obscuring the view to the distance; even the tall buildings across the street were barely discernible as blurry outlines.
It was as if this hospital building was the only one left in the world.
Yang Jian looked thoughtful, as if hesitant.
But they didn't hesitate for long.
He made a decision quickly.
He immediately turned and left, heading downstairs through the emergency exit.
Sure enough, he couldn't stand by and watch Wang Xiaoming and his group get trapped and die on some floor.
Although I really didn't want to go and help, if these people died, then this paranormal event would undoubtedly end in failure.
Resentful, or perhaps unwilling to so easily hand over the fate of this city and himself to a ghost, despite wanting to stay out of it and protect his own life, Yang Jian realized that when he actually reached this crossroads, he only had one path to take.
With that withered finger in his hand, he quickly went downstairs, intending to make one last desperate attempt.
The ghost has already appeared; time is running out.
If successful, this paranormal event will likely be resolved; if it fails, Dachang City will be completely overrun.
One floor, two floors, three floors. Yang Jian counted the floors he passed.
Based on his deduction, since the surrounding sounds had disappeared, it was very likely that all the ghosts in the entire hospital had gathered around Wang Xiaoming, and he was temporarily safe.
But this safety shouldn't last long. Once Wang Xiaoming and the others are all dead, the ghost will most likely choose him as its next target.
Suddenly.
As Yang Jian passed a staircase corner, he involuntarily stopped in his tracks.
They are trapped on this floor.
Although this floor looked exactly the same as the other floors, with no difference whatsoever, the Ghost Eye lurking beneath his skin reacted.
This is the connection between two vengeful spirits.
Yang Jian walked out of the safety passage and went deeper into this floor.
As he passed by the two elevators, he noticed that their doors were always open, and there was a mess of dark blue footprints at the elevator entrance. These footprints seemed to merge with footprints elsewhere, extending towards a certain ward on this floor.
The gloom there grew even thicker, the haze thickening and gradually transforming into a profound darkness.
The sensation of the Ghost Eye beneath the skin grew stronger.
He was certain that once he entered the darkness ahead, he would definitely encounter ghosts, and no one could say what dangers he would face.
"At this point, there's no need to conserve resources." Yang Jian's eyes flashed, and he lit the ghost candle again.
The scarlet candle emitted an eerie glow.
The candlelight spread out, illuminating the surroundings and casting an eerie green hue. This light dispelled the surrounding darkness and carried away the chilling and unsettling atmosphere.
"If we can't win this time even with the Ghost Candle, then we have no chance of winning at all."
Taking a slight breath, Yang Jian strode forward, holding the ghost candle.
The further we went, the thicker the gloom became.
The eerie candlelight was now being suppressed, and the area it illuminated was shrinking rapidly at a visible speed.
Originally, the candlelight could illuminate a range of five or six meters, but now it has been forcibly reduced to a range of about three meters, and this distance is constantly shrinking as Yang Jian moves forward.
Crackle!
The candle flame flickered violently, accelerating its burning to produce a brighter light and ward off the encroaching darkness.
The faster the ghost candle burns, the more likely there is a ghost nearby.
When Yang Jian walked about ten meters further forward, the candlelight of the ghost candle had been suppressed to a range of about two meters around him.
The dense, dark blue haze and the eerie green candlelight formed a clear boundary.
"At this rate of burning, this candle will be completely burned out in at most ten minutes." Yang Jian glanced at the ghost candle in his hand and was secretly alarmed.
But the next moment, when he took another step forward...
An arm appeared in mid-air amidst the thick haze.
The arm emerged from the Yang Jian, while the other end disappeared into the darkness, obscuring what was happening ahead.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock!"
A gold watch on his arm was still ticking away, displaying the time accurately.
"It's the hand of a Ghost Tamer." Yang Jian immediately realized and quickly grabbed the arm.
He was certain it wasn't a ghost; if it were, it couldn't have crossed the candlelight to reach him.
He didn't have time to recall which person in the group was wearing a gold watch; he simply grabbed the arm and pulled it towards him, trying to draw someone from the darkness into the candlelight.
Only once you enter the area shrouded by the ghost candle can you be temporarily safe.
However, when he touched the arm, he immediately realized something was wrong.
The arm suddenly grabbed him when it touched him, as if it could feel the lingering warmth in his hand and knew he was human. It was now desperately pulling, hoping to escape from some terrifying place and be rescued.
However, when Yang Jian pulled with all his might, he failed to pull the Ghost Tamer into the area covered by the ghost candle. Instead, he stumbled and almost fell.
Because the arm was severed.
Yang Jian gripped the severed arm, his face turning extremely grim. He saw a row of neat yet grotesque teeth marks at the wound site.
It looked like it had been bitten off by something.
"Damn it." He strode forward.
The gloom that had been looming ahead was dispelled by the candlelight.
Yang Jian couldn't find the owner of the severed arm, but judging from the distance, it should have been right here.
The Ghost Tamer seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Is he dead?
Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat. He didn't dwell on the sadness of someone's disappearance, but instead abandoned the severed arm and continued deeper into the desolate area.
As he walked, he could vaguely see many human figures lurking in the shadows, staring at him eerily. Some tried to peek through the darkness and peer into the dark blue face, but as soon as they touched the light of the ghost candle, they quickly withdrew and fell silent.
I can't even imagine what kind of horror he would have to go through without that ghost candle.
At this moment, the ghost candle burned even faster.
At this speed, let alone ten minutes, even maintaining it for five minutes would be a struggle.
"Blood?"
After walking a few more steps, Yang Jian saw bloodstains on the ground.
The blood was scarlet and vivid, seemingly freshly spilled, with bits of flesh still clinging to it.
"You're a little late." Suddenly, a voice rang out.
The next moment, Wang Xiaoming walked out of the thick gloom and disappeared into the candlelight of the ghost candle.
As he moved, a figure followed him, trying to stop him, but stopped in front of the candlelight and finally disappeared into the shadows.
"It's not too late yet, at least you're not dead," Yang Jian.
Wang Xiaoming said, "The third stage of Ghost Infant has been confirmed. Sound is the key. You can't let the third stage Ghost Infant hear you speak, otherwise they will attack you. However, these derived ghosts do not have overlapping conditions. That is to say, the third stage Ghost Infant can only kill by hearing sounds, while the second stage Ghost Infant can only kill by touching them, and the first stage Ghost Domain can only kill by seeing them."
"Isn't it inappropriate to talk about this now? They're all dead?" Yang Jian asked.
"Although it's not quite there, it's close. We managed to hold off the attack, but there's bad news. A fourth-stage Ghost Infant has appeared. I'm not even sure if it's a fourth-stage Ghost Infant; it could very well be the source ghost. That thing is nearby now. Finding it and dealing with it might be able to calm this paranormal event down."
"Come with me. We can only survive for a short time. If you don't come, we won't be able to hold on for much longer."
Wang Xiaoming pointed to a certain spot, gesturing for Yang Jian to follow.
Yang Jian's expression hardened. Although he hadn't been involved in the previous events, he could imagine that Zhao Kaiming, Sun Yi, Zhang Han, and the others had paid a heavy price to resist this wave of ghost attacks.