Yang Jian's Resolve
Actually, if you ignore the little thing's eyes, Yang Jian thinks that the second-stage Ghost Infant is quite cute in terms of appearance alone.
"This thing blocking the door is really troublesome. We can't go around it from another place. If we accidentally bump into it, it'll be a real hassle. We might end up having to use the power of the vengeful spirit again, which isn't worth it."
After gazing deeply into the eyes of the Ghost Infant for a moment, Yang Jian suddenly grabbed a chair from the side of the living room.
With a forceful flick.
"Bang!"
With a loud crash, the heavy chair slammed into the Ghost Infant, sending it flying into the dark room.
"How cruel." Yang Jian felt deeply ashamed of his violent methods. If this scene were exposed online, he would definitely be beaten to death with keyboards when he went out in the future.
After waiting for a while...
The Ghost Infant hadn't come out yet, and there was no sound from the room, which made him a little embarrassed.
Does this thing really have no temper at all? It's gone so far as to go too far without even showing any resistance.
No way.
Since it wouldn't come out, I had no choice but to go in myself, especially since I had already cleared the way.
Yang Jian went inside and saw a mangled corpse. The style of the clothes looked somewhat familiar, which made him slightly wary. If Zhang Liqin, whom he was supposed to pick up, had died here, then who was the person who had sent him the text message earlier?
Could this be a trap?
Was it a trap set by a vengeful ghost to lure and kill him?
Thinking of this, Yang Jian suddenly felt a chill rise from his feet and then spread throughout his body.
In order to quickly confirm this fact, he hurriedly searched around the body.
He wanted to find the remaining head of the corpse to identify the deceased.
Soon.
Yang Jian saw a head that had rolled into the corner next to the bedside table.
Incomplete, mangled and bloody.
He wasn't afraid of the dead head; instead, he reached out and poked at it, turning the head's face around.
"Who the hell is this?" Yang Jian frowned.
However, the face was no longer recognizable; features were missing, flesh was torn open, and blood was everywhere. Not even his own mother would recognize him.
Just as he was trying to identify whose head it was, a cell phone light flashed from the other end of the room, towards the balcony.
One light and one dark.
Although it wasn't very bright due to the haze, it was still very conspicuous.
Is someone on the balcony?
Yang Jian immediately stood up and walked towards the balcony.
If nothing happened after staying here for so long, then the trap is most likely not true. Perhaps I was just scaring myself and being overly paranoid.
With the Ghost Infant present, other supernatural events are less likely to occur; even if they do, they'll be dealt with by the starving ghost.
Yang Jian went to the balcony and took a look.
A sudden burst of bright light shone on his face, causing him to squint and instinctively take a step back.
Before he could react, a figure quickly stood up from the corner, threw herself into his arms, hugged him tightly, and couldn't help but sob softly, her whole body trembling with excessive fear.
Yang Jian felt the warm and mature body, glanced at Zhang Liqin's haggard and frightened appearance, and without saying a word, simply picked her up and quickly left the room.
He glanced at the body as he passed by.
The silhouette of a child stood in the shadows beside them, still staring eerily at them.
It was separated from Zhang Liqin by only a wall.
Yang Jian truly admired this woman. In such a desperate situation, she was able to endure for two or three days. An ordinary person would have collapsed long ago.
But
Sensing the trembling and fear emanating from this woman, it was likely that she had developed a considerable psychological trauma, just like Jiang Yan before. Except for the time she lived with him, Jiang Yan never dared to sleep with the lights off, and even during the day, she would keep all the lights in the house on.
The departure went smoothly, because Yang Jian was able to act more boldly after confirming the situation of the place.
Throughout the journey, Zhang Liqin remained silent. Perhaps her previous experiences had taught her that staying calm and not making a sound when facing paranormal events was key to survival.
Yang Jian tossed the woman into the passenger seat, started the car, and prepared to leave.
Since Ghost Infant have already appeared here, based on normal circumstances, there should be more than one. A single second-stage Ghost Infant couldn't possibly wreak havoc on a neighborhood like this.
Just as Yang Jian was about to leave, a woman suddenly appeared out of nowhere and blocked the car in a panic.
"I've seen you before. You're one of those Ghost Tamer going in and out of the stadium. I'm a reporter. Please save me, please save me! Take me with you! I saw what happened just now. If you can save this woman, you can definitely save me too."
The woman frantically pounded on the car window, hoping Yang Jian would take her away.
Yang Jian's expression changed, and without saying a word, he immediately grabbed Zhang Liqin's hand and made her cover her mouth.
Zhang Liqin immediately understood and tightly covered her mouth.
Yang Jian then took out his phone and wrote a message: "Don't speak. If you're alright within three minutes, I'll take you away."
"Thank you, thank you," the female reporter said, extremely excited.
"Don't speak." Yang Jian wrote another line and showed it to her on his phone.
"I understand, I won't say anything, I won't say anything," the female reporter nodded quickly.
Yang Jian: "."
Is this woman mentally challenged? Does she even understand my reminder? Look at Zhang Haiyan next to her, she just covered her mouth and suffocated, not daring to breathe loudly.
At that moment, as the female reporter spoke, several shadows suddenly appeared at the windows of several floors in the residential area, and countless eerie eyes seemed to be looking in their direction from the darkness.
"Bang!"
Then a dull thud sounded, as if someone had jumped from a tall building and crashed heavily to the ground.
No,
More than one sound came from the left and the right, followed by the sound of something hitting the ground.
"The third stage of the Ghost Infant has arrived." Upon hearing the commotion, Yang Jian guessed that the female reporter had been targeted by the ghost in the darkness.
Saving her is no longer possible.
But the female reporter didn't know that she could leave this haunted place with the Ghost Tamer. However, when a bluish-black arm reached out from the shadows behind her and grabbed her wrist, she felt despair.
Ah~!
A scream, a hysterical scream born of despair.
In her terror, she forgot to cry for help and was pulled into the gloom ahead without any chance to resist, disappearing into the darkness.
Yang Jian shook his head, and without saying a word, he immediately stepped on the gas, turned the steering wheel, and left.
How did you get here?
After driving out of the danger zone, he got onto the ring road, avoiding the city, intending to take a detour back for safety. He also confirmed that there were no third-stage Ghost Infant on the ring road before he dared to speak.
"Yes, I'm sorry." Zhang Liqin looked at him, appearing pitiful and desperate.
"Given my personality, even if we had a relationship, I might not have come to save you," Yang Jian. "If you were smart enough, you wouldn't have left last time."
"I'm sorry," Zhang Liqin said softly.
Yang Jian, "You're not my girlfriend, so there's no need for you to apologize to me. You saw what happened to that female reporter earlier. Sometimes it's not that I don't want to save her, but that under certain circumstances she can't survive. She was the same, and so are you."
"Sorry."
Zhang Liqin looked at Yang Jian cautiously, like a child who had done something wrong.
"The person who died in the room was wearing similar clothes to you. Who was she?" Yang Jian.
"He's a colleague." Zhang Liqin's fear deepened as she mentioned this, as if she had witnessed something unimaginable.
Yang Jian didn't ask any further questions, but instead asked, "Have you finished your business?"
"Some have been completed, some haven't," Zhang Liqin said.
"Then next time something happens, you'll have to figure out how to handle it yourself. I can't save everyone, just like I couldn't save that female reporter just now." Yang Jian, "That female reporter was smart. She recognized me and knew that following me was the only way to be safe. Unfortunately, being smart is useless. In the face of such despair, one wrong step means death."
"You're lucky to have met me," Yang Jian.
"I'm sorry," Zhang Liqin said softly.
Yang Jian, "You don't need to apologize. After all, asking for help is a human instinct, and it was my choice to save you."
"No, it's not this," Zhang Liqin said somewhat embarrassedly, "It's your car."
"What's wrong with my car?" Yang Jian.
Zhang Liqin said, "Your car is the base model, but I sold it to Jiang Yan at the price of the high-end model. I made a 100,000 yuan commission from you. If it weren't for that 100,000 yuan commission, I wouldn't have come to your door to process the contract, I wouldn't have encountered a ghost on the road, and I wouldn't have had a relationship with you."
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Yang Jian glanced at her. "Why are you telling me this now?"
"I don't know, I just wanted you to know, I don't want to lie to you," Zhang Liqin said.
"It's pointless to talk about this now. Even if I saved you twice, you might not survive. Not just you, but me too. We can't leave Dachang City anymore, and even if we did, we might not survive." Yang Jian reached out and tugged at her clothes.
Several tears were ripped off, revealing a patch of white skin on Zhang Liqin's chest, but with a large bluish-black mark on it.
The color gradually deepens from light to dark.
"Look at your chest, that mark is a curse. With this mark on you, sooner or later that evil thing will come after you. That time, you will die. I can't save you, because I may not survive either."
"You must be devastated to hear this news after I rescued you, right? Haha, that's how cruel reality is. Actually, it might not be a bad thing if you and your colleagues died sooner, at least you wouldn't have to endure this endless fear."
Yang Jian gave a self-deprecating laugh.
Zhang Liqin didn't speak; she remained silent, but she still secretly watched Yang Jian.
What are your plans for the future?
Yang Jian, "Write a will or leave a message? If it's suicide, I can help you. You can also choose a burial plot while you're still alive. If you die, at least you'll have a whole body. If you're alive, you'll end up like your colleagues, eaten to pieces."
Yang Jian slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a stop on the highway. He remained silent.
He then slammed his fist on the steering wheel. "Damn it."
He ignored Zhang Liqin, got out of the car, and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.
Standing in front of the highway railing, Yang Jian looked at the city in the distance.
He can't see anything.
Because of the haze, all you could see in the distance was darkness.
Just like my own future, there is no future, only darkness.
"This damn world, does it really leave no way for people to survive?" Yang Jian wanted to roar at the sky, but he could only grit his teeth and swallow all his anger.
Sounds attract fear and solve nothing.
No one understood the pressure Yang Jian was under at that moment, except for Zhang Li, who saw it and tried to comfort him in her own way.
I don't know how long I stood there gazing in the direction of Dachang City.
Yang Jian seemed to calm down for a moment, and then he returned to his car.
"Where are we going?" Zhang Liqin asked.
Yang Jian, "Let's gamble with fate."
With a tap of the accelerator, the car accelerated violently, speeding along the highway. Its headlights illuminated the gloom as it continued forward, seemingly trying to pierce through the darkness.