Grievous Casualties

This is a toilet in the hospital ward.

Although it wasn't big, it was crowded with several people.

A pale white light shone from the toilet ceiling, bringing a sliver of light to this gloomy world.

Zhang Han sat on the floor with his back to the toilet door, his face looking very unwell.

Blood was dripping from his back.

A bloodied corpse lay on his back, struggling to break free and even attempting to attack him several times, but it was restrained by something and could not escape his body.

Zhao Kaiming stood there with a gloomy face.

Behind him, there was a figure whose back was to the crowd and whose face was towards the darkness beyond the wall.

Sun Yi was lying on the ground, covered in blood and extremely pale. His lower body was completely gone. Although he was bandaged and received some emergency treatment, his condition would become extremely bad if he did not receive rescue. It was not impossible for him to die from excessive blood loss.

"He won't live much longer. That thing bit him and took away half of his body. Even the ghost he controlled was stripped away. Without the power of the vengeful spirit to sustain him, an ordinary person's physique can't hold on," Zhao Kaiming said coldly, with a hint of mockery in his voice.

"That thing is too ferocious. The ghosts inside you are not even in the same league as it. Even at the risk of your vengeful spirits reviving, you can only barely survive. Even if you survive the first wave of attacks, it won't make a difference."

Zhang Han's lips twitched, not from fear, nor from Zhao Kaiming's words, but from the torment and pain brought to him by the ghost behind him.

Zhao Kaiming added, "However, compared to those guys, his situation is better. The others were killed outright, without even a chance for their vengeful spirits to revive. Who knows what will happen to the ghosts within their bodies once they fall into the hands of these Ghost Infant? This is a potentially huge danger."

"We have no chance to turn the tide; we can only wait to die. Dachang City is finished. Once we are dead, no one can stop these things. They will run rampant in this city."

"What exactly are you trying to say after all this?" Zhang Han asked, looking at him.

Zhao Kaiming gave a cold smile, "I have a way to save your life, although it's very dangerous, it's much better than waiting to die. I wonder if you'd be willing to cooperate with me."

Zhang Han was stunned for a moment.

In this situation, he actually said there was still a way to survive?

"What's your idea? Tell me and I'll think about it," Zhang Han said.

"My solution is to wait; someone's coming." Before Zhao Kaiming could finish speaking, he suddenly saw an eerie candlelight flickering outside the toilet door.

That was the candlelight of a ghost candle.

"Yang Jian? That kid's still alive, and he actually dares to come and help." He immediately frowned.

The door was pushed open.

Really.

Yang Jian, holding the ghost candle, walked into the restroom with Wang Xiaoming.

"The most dangerous person survived." His heart sank when he saw Zhao Kaiming safe and sound.

He had previously suspected that an unseen ghost had been following Zhao Kaiming.

It now seems that this speculation is almost certainly true.

"Whew!"

The ghost candle's flame burned even more intensely at this moment.

Behind Zhao Kaiming lay a shadow that the candlelight could never ignite, and within that shadow lay an unknown terror.

"What use are you now? Most of them are already dead, and the remaining ones are useless. This operation has failed," Zhao Kaiming sneered.

Yang Jian, "If we don't split up, we have absolutely no chance of winning. Now, at least we still have a fighting chance."

"How do you expect to fight these people?"

Wang Xiaoming said, "There's always a way. Yang Jian is right. We have the resources to fight now; we just need a bit of opportunity and luck. However, Sun Yi is dying. Although this is a hospital, I'm sorry, I lack sufficient medical equipment and blood plasma to save you."

Sun Yi lay on the ground, panting heavily. He was covered in cold sweat, perhaps because he was facing a life-or-death situation. Instead of fearing the vengeful ghost, he felt no fear.

Yang Jian walked over, squatted down, and looked at him. Blood was flowing from his wounds all around him, and the situation was indeed very bad.

"You're going to die. Is there anything you want to say? Or is there any unfulfilled wish you can tell me? If I can live, I can help you."

"Yang, Yang Jian."

Sun Yi, with a sudden burst of strength, grabbed his hand and said with a bitter laugh, "I knew I was going to die a long time ago. I'm not a very capable person. Even if I became Ghost Tamer, I wouldn't live long. So I wrote my will a long time ago and left it at home. If I have any wishes, there is one."

What is it?

Sun Yi coughed, spitting blood from his mouth. He said, "That means I won't be able to get my salary anymore after I die. You know, I haven't even paid my mortgage yet."

Before he could finish speaking, his voice abruptly stopped, and his eyes quickly lost their luster.

Despite his severe injuries, he breathed his last.

Yang Jian fell silent as he watched him die before his eyes.

"Sun Yi is dead?" Zhang Han asked.

"Yes, dead."

Zhang Han said, "Are we almost there too? Maybe we won't be as lucky as last time."

"We don't need luck, we only need strength. How long can you hold out?" Yang Jian.

"I don't know, maybe I'll be the one killed in the next attack," Zhang Han said.

Yang Jian, "Is that so? In that case, I have no choice but to take the initiative to revive the vengeful spirit and see if the two ghosts in my body can withstand these Ghost Infant and the source ghost. There is only one chance, which is to pierce the ghost's body with this finger in my hand, nail it down, and then imprison it."

"How confident are you?" Zhao Kaiming's expression shifted.

"That depends on whether this ghost gives me a chance. If it doesn't show up and only intends to wear us down with these Ghost Infant, we will have no chance at all. Zhao Kaiming, I know your ghost is special, but I hope you won't cause any trouble at this time. Otherwise, I will definitely kill it before I die from the resurgence of the vengeful ghost."

Yang Jian turned around and stared intently at him.

Zhao Kaiming said, "You've misunderstood me. I haven't done anything. I'm barely surviving this long. My ghost is special, but it's mostly for self-preservation. I can't help you much when the time comes."

"I don't need your help with anything," Yang Jian.

"That's good," Zhao Kaiming said.

Wang Xiaoming said, "There aren't many ghost candles left. Let's start as soon as possible, otherwise once the ghost candles go out, those Ghost Infant will start attacking you, and it will be even more impossible for you to succeed."