Terror Continued

As expected, things have turned out this way, and even ordinary people have begun to sense the danger and terror shrouding Dachang City in this gloomy atmosphere.

It's not surprising that Wang Bin's family made this decision.

Yang Jian wasn't a stingy person; if someone risked their life to come to him for help, he wouldn't easily refuse.

"But Uncle Wang, Aunt Wang, you need to understand that this place is not absolutely safe. I cannot make any guarantees for you. Sooner or later, you will encounter danger here. I hope you are prepared for that," Yang Jian.

"Of course, of course," Wang Bin replied with a smile.

As long as Yang Jian agrees, that's fine. He could tell that although this neighborhood was a bit remote and far from the city center, when he came at noon, he took a walk around the area and found that many big bosses from Dachang City had gathered here at some point.

Putting aside everything else, you can tell just by looking at all the luxury cars parked in the neighborhood.

"Then please sit down for a while. I have some things to take care of. If you need anything, please go to Jiang Yan," Yang Jian.

He didn't have the mind to look after others right now; he had a ton of things to deal with himself. After exchanging a few words, he handed the arrangements over to Jiang Yan.

Fortunately, my relatives don't live in Dachang City; otherwise, I would have to take care of even more people.

Having been traveling for several days and engaged in various activities, Yang Jian is not in good condition. In addition to being exhausted, his body is also in a very delicate state.

This time, in order to use the Ghost Domain under the circumstances of being suppressed, the degree to which the Ghost Eye was stimulated to revive was a bit too deep, and it has reached a point where it is out of control.

Although the balance has now been restored.

However, Yang Jian felt that he definitely couldn't use the power of vengeful spirits casually for some time to come.

"A complete defeat."

Inside the bathroom, as the warm water washed over him, Yang Jian couldn't help but sigh.

He looked at his body and noticed that some parts of his skin had turned bluish-black, especially his shoulder. The spot where the fourth-stage Ghost Infant had grabbed him had a clear, dark blue handprint, exactly the same as the handprint on Wang Shanshan's wrist, only this one was larger.

The appearance of the handprint meant that he was also cursed.

"Given my current condition, any further contact with the fourth-stage Ghost Infant would only lead to my death."

Yang Jian rubbed his somewhat bruised shoulder, looking at the indelible bluish-black handprint with a grave expression.

"The curse has been branded upon me. Although it might be possible to remove it with the power of the Ghost Eye, I'm afraid I can't bear the price of using Ghost Eye now. Although no ghosts are coming after me right now, it's only a matter of time. However, I have the Ghost Mirror, which gives me a chance to be resurrected."

It reminds me of the ghost mirror.

Yang Jian glanced at a small gold box placed next to the bathroom.

Inside was that dark brown human skin paper.

This human skin paper contains a very dangerous method for controlling vengeful ghosts. He would never have considered using this method before, but now, with no other option, any method is worth trying.

Including this.

I stared at this piece of paper for a long time.

Yang Jian had a strange feeling about it for some reason.

The writing revealed on this parchment seemed to be mysteriously guiding me toward the path it had laid out for me.

It shows you the future, which you initially reject, but at some point, the outcome is exactly the same as what it showed you.

Is it a form of psychological suggestion as described in science, or can it really predict the future?

Or perhaps, it can control your future.

"Let's rest for a few days, build the safe house, and prepare the escape route before considering anything else." Yang Jian finally looked away from the human skin paper.

Although this thing is very strange, quite a few people actually know that human skin paper exists.

Zhang Wei, Wang Shanshan, Miao Xiaoshan, and several other surviving classmates had all seen him, but they hadn't thought much about it. Jiang Yan had also seen him.

But Wang Xiaoming absolutely must not see this.

Wang Xiaoming has a deep understanding of ghosts. He even went so far as to alter files to prevent the news from reaching foreign countries, all for the sake of a ghost coffin. This means that the existence of the ghost coffin may have the ability to change the current situation. However, this human skin paper is even more special. So far, it is the only ghost that is harmless and temporarily beneficial to the user.

Just as Yang Jian was worrying and troubled about what would happen in the future.

Now.

Inside the hospital building where they had previously conducted their operation.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The hospital, shrouded in gloom and deathly silent, was now filled with the clear sounds of metal clashing and striking.

The sound came out one after another, unhurriedly, like a machine at work, with a rhythm that never changed. Anyone with experience in this area could tell that this frequency was definitely not something a human could produce.

If you follow the sound deep into the hospital, you will eventually find its source on the sixteenth floor.

This is a hospital room, a hospital room missing half a wall.

The knocking continued, seemingly growing louder, and the sound quality changed slightly, occasionally producing a cracking sound, as if something had been deformed or was about to break from the impact.

After an unknown amount of time, a creaking sound of metal tearing apart rang out.

The knocking sounds that came from the dim light stopped.

Everything seemed to have returned to calm, and the hospital was once again deathly silent.

In the ward where the sound originated, an incredibly sturdy golden box was now completely unrecognizable, its previously sealed opening now fully open.

It was completely empty.

Suddenly, a blurry figure appeared out of nowhere, standing motionless in front of the glass wall next to the ward.

No, it's not that there's been absolutely no movement.

In the dim light, the humanoid silhouette's jawline was twitching slightly, as if someone was chewing something. It was somewhat labored, but they seemed to be enjoying it. It was unclear what they were eating that was so tough to chew, as it seemed impossible to break it down.

Suddenly.

Something fell out of the creature's mouth.

It looks like food scraps.

But after it landed on the ground, as the surrounding dark blue haze churned, a gap appeared, and you could clearly see a black, curved fingernail. I don't know if it was just my imagination, but the remaining knuckles on the fingernail twitched slightly a few times.

About half an hour later.

The figure on the glass wall stopped chewing, presumably having eaten something, and then reached out to grab a piece of clothing from the side.

It was an old-fashioned funeral garment, unlike anything in modern style, the kind that only an elderly person would wear when being laid to rest.

The person's thin frame seemed somewhat mismatched with the clothes, but they appeared quite satisfied, carefully and slowly putting them on. Once dressed, they gave a strange smile to the glass wall, and through the reflection, a row of menacing teeth could be vaguely seen in their mouth.

Everything is done.

"Thump, thump thump~!"

The sound of leather shoes clicking on the floor tiles came from the hospital room, and the person walked out and gradually disappeared into the dark corridor.

And the place it had been before.

A partially gnawed head rolled off the hospital bed next to him.

Through the dim light drifting in from somewhere outside the window, one could vaguely make out that the head seemed to belong to Ye Feng, who had died earlier.

His head rolled into the dark blue haze, and was eventually swallowed by it.

When the haze cleared, the head disappeared as well.

Nothing was left.

The surrounding gloom only grew thicker.

In the bathroom of this ward, Sun Yi's body, having lost his lower body, still lay cold. The blood had already congealed, and his dead eyes were still open. But he was destined to the Forgotten, and in the end, he would only rot silently in this corner where no one would find him.

No one will come to examine the body for him, and no one will care.

Just like the severed arm left in the corridor outside the ward, although the gold watch on the wrist of that severed arm is still ticking away, the owner of the arm has disappeared.

These mangled corpses and the congealed blood on the ground testify to a horrific event that once took place here, one that is difficult for ordinary people to comprehend.

And the terror continues.

Death still lingers over the city and continues to spread.