Terror Was Dissipating

Wang Bin carried Wang Shanshan's body on his back, feeling both exhausted and terrified.

Because of the power outage, the elevator was not working, so he had to carry the body down the stairs. However, the building was quite high, and it would take him quite a while to get down.

"I should have known better than to live on a high floor," Wang Bin thought.

That's what he thought, but he deliberately chose to live on a high floor because he felt that if he encountered a ghost, with so many floors, the ghost might not be able to find its home easily.

Of course, this idea is very wrong.

If a ghost really wants to find him, it doesn't matter where he lives.

Instead, they lived on the first floor, as the second floor would be more convenient for escaping.

But when Wang Bin reached the last three or four floors, he sensed something was wrong.

A heavy footstep sound came from the stairwell below, and something was coming up from downstairs.

"What?" Wang Bin was startled.

He thought he had misheard, but after stopping and listening carefully, he realized he hadn't misheard at all; there were indeed footsteps coming from downstairs.

"How could this happen? Who's downstairs?"

I wanted to ask, but I was afraid that if I spoke, I wouldn't get a response and it would only bring even greater terror.

At this moment, he panicked because the footsteps were getting closer and closer, probably less than a floor away.

Wang Bin wanted to turn around and leave; perhaps taking another staircase would allow him to avoid the thing.

But just as he was about to turn around, he heard footsteps coming from upstairs, and something else was coming down.

"No, no way." Wang Bin felt despair now, his whole body went limp.

He had a feeling that he was being targeted by those ghostly things, and that he was very likely to die in this building and never be able to get out again.

The road in front and behind was blocked off, so even if someone wanted to leave, they wouldn't know where to go.

But some things don't give him time to hesitate or think.

As footsteps echoed from the last flight of steps, Wang Bin, through the faint light of the remaining candle in his hand, could vaguely make out the outline of a person.

"Who, who are you?" Wang Bin asked, his face covered in sweat and trembling.

But the person downstairs didn't reply; they just kept walking forward without saying a word.

Gradually, the person stepped into the area illuminated by the candlelight.

A dark blue-green dead face was reflected on a stiff body.

Ah~!

Wang Bin screamed, startling himself so much that he dropped the candle in his hand and fell backward, losing his balance.

It really was a ghost.

He was being watched.

But just as he fell, a pair of slightly cold hands suddenly appeared behind him and caught him.

"Uncle Wang was staying at home perfectly fine, why did he run out to commit suicide? And he even brought Wang Shanshan with him." Yang Jian's voice suddenly rang out.

"Ah~!" Wang Bin screamed again in fright, his scalp tingling, and he was as frightened as a startled bird.

Yang Jian, "Forget it, this isn't the place to talk. Let's find a more open space."

With a flash of red light, the three of them, along with the approaching ghost, vanished into the stairwell.

When it reappeared, it was already on the asphalt road in the residential area.

"I don't know if we can kill the third-stage Ghost Infant. After all, it's just a derived ghost, not a real Ghost Infant. There's still a possibility of completely eliminating it."

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly, and he took the initiative to walk towards the Ghost Infant in front of him with a dark blue, dead face.

He reached out and grabbed the Ghost Infant by the neck, lifting the corpse off the ground.

Unreasonable strength.

It didn't belong to Yang Jian, but to Gui Ying.

The cold corpse on his neck struggled, making gurgling sounds, its pair of dark, pupil-less eyes staring eerily at Yang Jian, seemingly trying to resist.

But Yang Jian casually tossed it aside.

The corpse flew out, and he ripped its head off while it was still alive.

The body and head were separated, but the person was still alive.

The bluish-black head was still wriggling in Yang Jian's hand.

"They're not difficult to deal with, but they're impossible to kill." Yang Jian frowned slightly. "No, the method is wrong."

He tried another method, allowing the power of the ghost to invade the third-stage Ghost Infant.

Immediately, a jet of black appeared in his hand, like a dense shadow gradually covering the bluish-black head.

Something incredible happened.

The head rapidly disappeared, turning into a dense mass of dark blue-black energy that instantly dissipated.

"So that's how it is. The derived ghosts rely on the power of the Ghost Infant to survive. When I use the power of the ghost shadow to dispel the power of the Ghost Infant, the derived ghosts disappear. This is similar to the Ghost Slave. Ghost Slave can only stay in the Ghost Domain because the Ghost Domain is part of the power of the vengeful ghosts. Without the support of this part of the power, all these secondary ghosts will disappear."

Yang Jian further figured out the principles behind these strange things.

There has only ever been one true terror.

He immediately went to the other Ghost Infant, grabbed it, and then used the same method to invade it with the power of the ghostly shadow.

The second Ghost Infant dissipated as a dark blue-green haze.

"It seems that the ghosts that have been spawned are no longer terrifying to me. However, only in my current state can I dare to do this. If it were before, I would have to consider both the ghostly shadows going out of control and the revival of vengeful spirits, which would have made me very constrained and unable to act freely. Let alone dealing with these two Ghost Infant, even dealing with one would be risky."

Yang Jian thought to himself.

He used the power of the ghost so recklessly, yet he couldn't sense it reviving.

It seems that this is what they mean by "perfect control".

Use your own will to replace the will of the vengeful ghost, and directly control a ghost to use for your own purposes.

However, this method is too extreme, and the success rate is very low.

"Now that we've mastered the method, all the ghosts in this neighborhood, come here!" Yang Jian's gaze sharpened, and he immediately controlled the Ghost Domain to bring over all the Ghost Infant in the entire neighborhood.

The next moment, a flash of red light appeared.

Dozens of strange, stiff figures suddenly appeared before them.

There are Ghost Infant in all three stages, but no Ghost Infant in the fourth stage have appeared in the neighborhood.

"Come here," Yang Jian said coldly.

Upon hearing his voice, the third-stage Ghost Infant immediately attacked, approaching slowly and stiffly. However, for ordinary people, an attack by these things would almost certainly result in certain death; no one could escape the pursuit of a Ghost Infant. Once you meet the conditions, they will follow you like a curse until they kill you.

However, when these terrifying Ghost Infant came into contact with Yang Jian, it was not Yang Jian who died, but they.

As the ghostly power invaded, all the Ghost Infant that had been created began to dissipate.

It turned into clusters of dark blue-green haze.

In just a few minutes, Yang Jian had eliminated all the ghosts.

At this moment, he was more terrifying than a vengeful ghost.

Looking at the empty space before him, Yang Jian had already swept away all the evil spirits in the entire Guangjiang Residential Area. As long as no other ghosts came over in the short term, it would be safe.

"However, this is only a temporary solution. There are countless Ghost Infant in Dachang City, and I can't waste my energy on this. Once the real ghosts are dealt with, the gloom over Dachang City will disappear, and these ghosts will disappear as well."

He intended to sweep through the area, but ultimately chose to abandon that plan.

I've decided to find the root of the problem and settle the score.