Carrying a Corpse

Seven days have passed since Yang Jian disappeared.

A lot can change in seven days.

For example, the area occupied by the enemy in Dachang City has been expanding, from the city center to almost the entire city.

The entire city was shrouded in darkness, exuding the scent of death.

During this period, countless people died in the darkness, and countless acts of despair and horror occurred, but survivors still remained in every corner of the city.

Because it was just seven days ago.

When Wang Xiaoming saw the changes in Yang Jian's corpse, he felt a glimmer of hope. He chose to publicly reveal the pattern of the three-stage Ghost Infant's transformation and, through the Ghost Tamer Headquarters, broadcast it throughout the city.

Although there was a power outage.

However, there were still people in the city. After all, the terrorist attack had not lasted long, and most people were still alive, allowing for some rescue operations to be carried out.

Despite the heavy cost, the broadcasts continued throughout the city, spreading through various means, instructing surviving citizens to find shelter, not to look, not to make any noise, and especially not to touch the thing.

This allowed many citizens to survive.

But this is merely a short-sighted solution.

Seven days have passed, and with water and power outages and food shortages, they still cannot hold out for long.

Even if they aren't killed, they'll hide in some corner and starve or die of thirst.

"Has there been any news yet?"

At the command center outside Dachang City, Cao Yanhua slammed his fist on the conference table. He was growing more and more impatient each day. The observers and liaisons in charge of Dachang City had not sent any news.

"Yang Jian, perhaps he failed. His satellite-guided phone hasn't been touched. If he had succeeded, he would have reconnected. I've arranged for three operators to monitor Liu Xiaoyu's side 24/7."

Zhao Jianguo looked somewhat haggard. Although he didn't want to believe the result, the facts were undeniable, leaving him with no choice but to feel despair.

Yang Jian risked less than a 20% chance to solve this supernatural incident alone, and frankly, I admired his spirit and courage.

"How's Professor Wang doing?" Cao Yanhua paused for a moment, then gritted his teeth and asked.

Zhao Jianguo said, "The safe house plan is very effective. Professor Wang is very safe inside. Yesterday, something mysterious knocked on the safe house for three hours in the middle of the night, but eventually chose to leave. The gold isolated everything. Those vengeful ghosts seemed to know there was a target inside, but they couldn't get in."

"However, the safe house was not fully constructed and lacked supporting facilities. In addition, the number of people allowed into the safe house had reached its limit, so..."

"In at most two days, the safe house will have to be opened to replenish supplies. However, no one can predict what kind of horrors will be attracted once the safe house is opened. After all, there are still fourth-stage Ghost Infant and source ghosts in Dachang City. If they encounter them while replenishing supplies, the situation will be extremely dangerous."

"But if Professor Wang can survive this crisis and re-enter the safe house, he can hold out until rescue arrives."

The so-called rescue also involved some bizarre and terrifying methods to take Wang Xiaoming out of Dachang City alone.

As for the others, they had no choice but to give up.

This isn't the worst.

Special forces captain Li Jun, standing to the side, said with a grim face, "The survivors in the city have reached their limit in terms of how long they can hold out. If we can't turn the tide within the next few days, the casualties in Dachang City will skyrocket, eventually turning it into a ghost town. At that point, it will fall and become the first major city in the world to fall."

"Perhaps we need to consider the worst-case scenario." Cao Yanhua's face was extremely grim.

The worst-case scenario is to seal off the area surrounding Dachang City, evacuate people from this area, establish a restricted zone, and closely monitor the situation to prevent the virus from spreading further.

But doing so would mean giving up Dachang City.

But how long has it been?

From the emergence of paranormal events to their rapid increase in number, from being able to control them to gradually getting out of control, and now it's not just a matter of gradually getting out of control, but has evolved into a major disaster. This Starvation Ghost Incident is just one of the signs; several other signs had appeared before, but fortunately, they were all extinguished by people from abroad.

At the same time.

Within Dachang City.

The room where Yang Jian hanged himself.

Yang Jian, now alive, stood stiffly in front of the Ghost Mirror. His body was turned away from the mirror, but his head was facing it, making him look eerie and terrifying.

His head was twisted a full 180 degrees, and it wasn't just a brief twist; his entire head was as if it had been flipped over. Even medical procedures couldn't fix it unless the entire spine was rearranged.

But such surgery would almost certainly result in death.

Yang Jian's figure was not reflected in the ghost mirror; perhaps he was no longer human, but a ghost.

The ghost mirror cannot reflect the shadow of a ghost, because that would violate the rules of the ghost mirror; it only revives people, not ghosts.

Furthermore, there's no need to revive the demons, because demons cannot die.

The smooth, bright ghost mirror was not empty; a charred hand lay beneath it.

It's not outside the mirror, but inside it.

Yang Jian looked in the mirror for a moment, then raised his hands.

His hands were half warm and half cold, stiff, and covered in lividity.

Because the resurrection was incomplete, Yang Jian only resurrected half of his body; he was a human in front of him, but a ghost behind him.

His raised hands now covered his head.

"Click, click~!"

With a series of soft sounds, he slowly straightened his head, which was tilted back.

His hands were now black, as if covered by something, with a dark shadow that wouldn't go away.

And just like that, Yang Jian actually managed to turn his head half a circle around and forcefully turn it back.

He didn't seem to feel anything was wrong; on the contrary, he was very calm and composed.

Having been resurrected from the dead and commanding terrifying ghosts, Yang Jian gained many things, but also seemed to have lost many things.

"It's time to leave."

Yang Jian spoke slowly, his voice echoing without any reverberation, sending chills down one's spine.

He picked up the black cloth, covered the ghost mirror with it, and then prepared to leave.

But as soon as he left, the ghost rope around his neck pulled him back.

Yang Jian glanced at it, then reached out and pulled it off his neck.

The rope that had been tightly binding his neck was forcibly torn off, leaving a deep, clear mark on his neck.

The ghost rope seemed to have lost its eerie power and fell silent in his hand.

But Yang Jian knew that the ghost rope didn't exist.

It's calm when it's in your hands, but once it's separated from you, it becomes a terrifying ghost.

After all, only ghosts can deal with ghosts.

The sound of a car starting up filled the air.

Yang Jian drove a pickup truck, carrying Ghost Mirror, and left the residential area, preparing to return to Guangjiang Residential Area.

He did not begin searching for the source demon.

That would be a losing proposition, but it probably wouldn't kill you either.

Because the source ghost is a real ghost.

According to the plan, even if it succeeds, Yang Jian will only have the ability to contact the source ghost. Unlike before, he won't only be able to run for his life. To solve the problem, he must implement the second step of the plan.

But before that, he needed to check on the people who had stayed in the neighborhood, to see if they were still alive.

"Waaaaah~!"

Suppressed sobs could be heard coming from a resident's apartment on a certain floor of the Guangjiang Residential Area.

They are Wang Bin and Wang Haiyan, a married couple.

Before them lay a body, covered with a white sheet, with two candles burning beside it, casting a faint light in the gloomy place, making the surroundings seem particularly eerie.

Anyone would be terrified in such an environment.

But Wang Bin and his wife did not shy away from or fear the issue.

Because the corpse before them was their deceased daughter, and for them, who had already seen a real vengeful ghost, this meant nothing.

His daughter's corpse wouldn't harm him, and there were even more terrifying things lurking outside.

"I'm going to carry my daughter's body down for cremation. We can't leave it there any longer, or it will rot." Wang Bin made the decision after a long silence.

"No, it's too dangerous outside. Our food and water reserves will last for more than a month. Don't take the risk." Wang Haiyan cried as she held her husband's hand, not wanting him to go on the dangerous journey.

Wang Bin said, "We can't just stand by and watch our daughter's body rot here. Don't worry, as long as I don't make a sound or provoke those things, everything should be fine. There's diesel fuel that Boss Zhang has prepared outside. I'll come back after I cremate our daughter's body."

He was trembling, filled with fear.

But his duty as a father wouldn't allow such a tragedy to happen, and he was determined to fulfill his final responsibility, even at great personal risk.

"That's decided."

Wang Bin didn't want to hesitate any longer. He was a successful person with strong self-control and knew that the longer he hesitated, the easier it would be to back down. Only by going all out could he get things done.

He quickly prepared himself, and with Wang Haiyan's help, carried Wang Shanshan's body on his back and went out.

In the end, Wang Haiyan didn't stop her, but just cried and said, "Be careful."

"Keep your voice down. I'm leaving. You stay here and wait with the door closed. I'll be back when I'm done."

Wang Bin hissed in a low voice, supporting the corpse behind him with one hand and holding a candle in the other as he walked out the door.

Without electricity, candles were the only source of light.

But the candle in his hand wasn't a ghost candle; it couldn't dispel evil spirits, it could only light the way ahead and prevent him from falling.

But carrying his daughter's body, holding a candle, he faced the constant threat of terror.

Wang Bin was trembling all over.

A successful man in his forties, once full of vigor and confidence, thought no difficulty could defeat him, but now he knows he was wrong.

Terror struck, and he, like everyone else, felt fear and despair.

If it weren't for his responsibilities as a father supporting him, he probably would have already broken down.