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Drive on a quiet road.

The headlights illuminate the front and cannot dispel the gloom in front of you.

The city was eerily quiet, and there was no sound except for the occasional scream in the distance and the cry of a ghost baby.

The bustling city of Dachang is gradually dying because of the existence of ghost babies.

At least, Yang Jian didn't feel the slightest bit angry when he drove by all the way.

Death spreads, fear spreads.

Looking at everything outside the car window, Yang Jian was in a bad mood.

He was still thinking about Wang Xiaoming's previous words in his mind.

"He put all his hopes on me and asked me to save the whole city, but I did what I had to do, I imprisoned the fourth stage ghost baby, but what was the result? It's just a symptom but not a cure, too many people have died these days, Ye Feng, Sun Yi, He Chuan, and those ghost riders I don't know. ”

"I've used up all the magic candles, and fighting for the risk of recovery will strengthen my abilities...... As a result, I could only run when the source ghost appeared. ”

Yang Jian laughed to himself while driving.

Who can blame for the failure of the operation, he has done what he can do, he can only blame this reality for being too cruel, do you really have to fight until you die to be satisfied?

"You, Professor Wang, can be noble, can let go of hatred, can be selfless, and can ignore personal life and death, but what about me? A large number of people behind me are counting on me to live, and when I die, what will they do? ”

But now, everyone looked at him, no one understood him, and no one said that he was good enough.

You must know that Yang Jian is only a junior in high school, and it takes less than three months to become a ghost handler, and it is less than fifteen days to become an Interpol.

It was all too heavy for him.

When the catastrophe is approaching and there is no power to return to the sky, all Yang Jian can do is to take care of a group of people and find a way to survive.

If he fights and fails, he will really have nothing, and now he can't afford to lose.

"Bang~!"

Suddenly, a loud noise came, and a figure suddenly appeared on the road in the haze in front of him, and Yang Jian's car bumped into it and ran over it directly.

He came back from his thoughts and was shocked.

Bumped into someone?

As soon as I stepped on the brakes, I just wanted to turn around and take a look.

As a result, from the rearview mirror, Yang Jian saw that the person who was hit slowly stood up.

The man's pupils were dark and black, and his severed head was resting on his shoulder, looking at him strangely.

"It's not a human, it's a third-stage ghost baby, can this thing already walk on the road in a bright way?" Yang Jian's face turned pale, and he didn't say a word.

As long as he doesn't speak and is not heard by this ghost baby, he will not be the target of attack.

Even though the thing had seen itself, it was useless.

It's not a source ghost, nor is it a first-stage ghost baby, but it doesn't matter if it sees itself.

Wang Xiaoming's research and inferences are correct.

Yang Jian stepped on the accelerator and continued to move forward.

The ghost baby in the rearview mirror was still standing there looking at himself strangely, until the car faded away and its figure disappeared into the haze, and everything subsided.

"If it's an ordinary person, if there is a scream in that situation, then he is dead."

Yang Jian looked at the ghost baby who had disappeared behind him, and breathed a sigh of relief slightly, but also felt an inexplicable despair, in such a city, how much can ordinary people survive in the end without knowing the rules?

Nobody knows.

Now he is also incapable of dealing with supernatural events, the failure of the last operation has pushed him to the brink of revival of the ghost, although he is under control, he is not sure if he will have an accident the next time he uses the power of the ghost.

Keep driving.

Although the destination was not in the city center, he saw a lot of strange things along the way.

There are corpses lying on the side of the road with their stomachs torn open and their flesh blurred, and there are also figures walking in the haze with stiff steps and terrifying figures, and there are only some flesh and blood stains on the internal organs.

Occasionally, there was a cry of desperation, crying for help.

However, no one responded, but more terrifying figures walked through the haze.

It's been completely reduced to a ghost town.

Those who survive can only wait in despair for their lives to be harvested.

Yang Jian didn't say a word and continued to drive forward.

Here, it seems, he is the only living person who dares to walk on the street, and he has not seen a single survivor along the way.

He knew that the inhabitants of the city had sensed the fear, and they were hiding in their homes, huddled somewhere stockpiled up with food and water, trying to survive the night, the catastrophe.

But Yang Jian knew.

This is impossible, even if you have more food and water in stock, if this source is not solved, there is only a dead end, the only difference is whether you die early or later.

"Yang Jian, the satellite positioning shows that you have entered Dachang City, you don't have to speak, I know that you are in danger at this time, I just want to inform you, when it is convenient for you, someone here wants to have a conversation with you, I am done, and then I will turn off the voice and stay silent."

Suddenly, Liu Xiaoyu's voice came from the satellite positioning mobile phone.

But after she finished speaking, with the sound of a rustling electricity, she turned off the voice and ended the call directly.

Yang Jian glanced at the mobile phone next to the car, frowned slightly, and didn't pay much attention to it.

At this time, what else do you have to say, do you read the eulogy in advance?

Soon.

He slammed on the brakes and stopped the car.

This is an old community belonging to the Nancheng District of Dachang City, which was originally to be demolished according to the urban plan, but because the location is a little far from the city center, the demolition work is a little slow.

The old red building, which has only seven floors, is dull, black, mottled, and looks a little dirty.

The empty window was pitch black, and it looked particularly gloomy under the haze.

The neighborhood was silent, and the air was filled with a rotting stench.

It's the stench of corpses.

The ghosts have already invaded here, and have been on it for at least three days.

"Are you dead?" Yang Jian took out his mobile phone and sent a text message.

"Nope." The text message was replied to.

"Where are you? When will it arrive? ”

"I'm at the gate of the community, and I'll be there in ten minutes." Yang Jian replied.

The text message immediately replied: "That thing is in the house, you be careful." ”

"......" Yang Jian put down his mobile phone and walked towards this old community with an expressionless face.

Someone who doesn't know who it is said that most of human fear comes from the unknown.

Yang Jian felt that this sentence was wrong, and that human fear should come from death.

It is the one who overcomes death that overcomes fear.

Overcoming the unknown only helps you understand your fears, but it does not solve the underlying problem.

Although he knew the laws of the first-order to fourth-order ghost babies and their killing methods, he was still tense when he was in this dead city again, even if it was safe for him to swagger through the city like this now.

Along the way, God knows how many ghosts watched over themselves under the dark haze.

Those strange eyes that were empty and pitch-black, as if they could see it as soon as they turned around, and looked at them.

"Three, fourth floor."

Yang Jian walked to the front of the third building.

Because of the power outage, the corridor is pitch black, you can't see your fingers, even the flashlight on the mobile phone can barely dispel the haze of one or two steps, God knows what will happen after you walk in, once you accidentally touch the ghost baby in the second stage, then you will win the lottery.

The reward is death.

When was the last time you faced this kind of dark staircase?

By the way, it was when I was in school.

At that time, I, Zhang Wei, and Wang Shanshan were experiencing a ghost knocking incident.

"Wait, ghost knocking incident?" Yang Jian, who was walking forward slowly, suddenly stopped.

A strange place that he had forgotten reappeared in his mind.

That's where the toilet door in the stairwell of the school leads.

A strange space that does not belong to this world.

There was nothing there, it was pitch black, only a tree, like a tree made of white bones, with a three-meter-high black shadow nailed to its trunk, from which his ghost eyes got it.

"The second condition may be met." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he fell into thought.

He thought of a way to imprison the source ghost, the coffin nail of the great black shadow nailed to the bone tree.

If the coffin nail can nail the black shadow, then it can also nail the source ghost.

That finger was gone, and the coffin nail could most likely be used as a substitute to nail the source ghost.

Just for the price, that unknown shadow will be released.

"Why do I think of this, imprison one terror, release another, maybe that thing will be more ruthless, and then the situation will be even worse." Yang Jian secretly cursed in his heart.

But another idea came to mind.

No matter how bad the situation is, it won't be worse than it is now.

This is a time when the lives of a city's population are at stake.

"I don't want to, let's honestly be a turtle with a retracted head, the identity of a hero is not suitable for me."

Shaking his head out of his head, he walked up the stairs, against the wall, step by step.

Not being able to use the abilities of ghost eyes and ghost shadows at will, Yang Jian chose to be cautious and careful.

Relying on knowing the patterns of all ghost babies, he didn't worry too much about anything.

The only thing to be wary of is encountering the fourth stage ghost baby.

But that chance is slim.

The city is so big, although he is in a cursed state, it is estimated that it will be some time before it is his turn.

Count the floors.

Soon, the fourth floor arrived.

In a house, the door has been opened, and there are black and cyan palm prints on the wall next to it.

The hard iron door was twisted and deformed, as if it had been torn open by something, which made people shudder.

A pungent smell of blood wafted from the dark living room, with a strong smell of decay.

Apparently, there was a desperate horror here the other day, and it is not known which one died.

Yang Jian walked in as usual.

The ground was a little slippery, and it was congealed blood that had not yet dried up.

The lights shine and fill the feet.

There were also clear scratches between the blood.

The scratches extended into the room, as if someone had been dragged into it by something, struggling all the way, desperate all the way.

Keep going.

Yang Jian saw the woman's broken nails, which were still painted with purple nail polish, and also saw the scattered black hair, sticking to the dry blood, some black and stinky.

Trying to move forward, he suddenly stopped.

At the dark door, a blue-black thin figure stood there, biting its fingers, looking innocent, looking at Yang Jian with a pair of empty black eyes, and there were still several long hairs left at the corners of this thing's mouth, exactly the same as on the ground.

"The second stage of the ghost baby, you can't touch it." Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, and his heart jumped suddenly.

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