Seven days went by in a flash.

At this time, the blue-black haze that enveloped the entire city of Dachang did not dissipate, but became more and more intense.

Seven days later, there was no electricity supply in the whole city, all the lights went out, and darkness became the eternal hue of the city.

There were still figures in the streets, there were babies, children, young people, their bodies were blue, their faces were stiff and numb, and their eyes were as black as ink and had no pupils, as if they were looking for something.

Wander through the city shrouded in blue-black haze.

In a mansion, it was also pitch black, and the room where Yang Jian hanged himself at this time actually emitted a red light.

In the room, Yang Jian's body was attached to the one-person-high mirror in a strange posture, and the red light penetrated into the mirror.

His neck was facing the mirror, and the rope from which he had hanged himself was still hanging, but the head on his neck was nowhere to be seen, as if swallowed by the man-high mirror.

Soon the red light disappeared, and Yang Jian's headless body instantly fell to the ground, and he knelt strangely towards the mirror, motionless.

And the strange mirror became as black as ink, and there was even a dense sound of footsteps coming from inside.

"Click~!"

The strange mirror actually cracked a tiny crack at this time.

There was a cold wind blowing from behind the crack, and it seemed that there was an empty passage behind the mirror, leading to an unknown world.

Suddenly, Yang Jian's body actually moved, and a dead body without a head actually put a hand into the mirror in front of him, and then calmed down.

A moment later, a human head appeared in the mirror, supported by Yang Jian's outstretched palm, it was actually Yang Jian's human head, with wide eyes and expressionless face.

Soon, Yang Jian's head was pulled out of the mirror by his palm, and went straight to his body.

Weird and terrifying.

At this time, Yang Jian's body was facing forward, his head was facing back, and his head and neck turned half a circle, completely reversed.

Yang Jian's head facing his back was expressionless, as if he had lost all human emotions, cold and numb, like a demon crawling out of hell.

Suddenly he spoke:

"Me, alive?"

Meanwhile.

At the gate of Dachang No. 7 Middle School, this young man in formal clothes stood there, his face was a little gloomy, and there was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

The deep gaze looked at the interior of the seventh middle school from afar.

Looking closely, there was a vague figure next to the young man.

The figure emitted a hazy glow, and everything within two meters of it seemed a little blurry.

Not long after, the young man slowly walked into the gate of the seventh middle school.

Figures floated past the young man and stopped not far from the young man.

If you look closely, there are babies, children, and young people in the dense crowd, and they are actually monsters that are teasing the city.

They roam around the campus, and it seems to have become their amusement park.

The young man turned a blind eye to everything around him, as if he didn't see it, and walked straight towards the school building.

Soon, on the roof of the teaching building, the figure of the young man emerged.

At this time, on the roof of the teaching building, there was a thin man, his naked body, revealing his whole body with blue-black skin, and a round beer belly on his sturdy body, as if something was squirming inside.

The blue-black face of the dead man was stiff and numb, and a pair of pitch-black eyes with no pupils looked a little dull, as if they were unconscious.

If you carefully distinguish it, you can see it.

This man is ...... Zheng Fei!

He felt as if he was dead at this time, exuding a terrifying aura like a ghost, standing quietly in the middle of the roof, motionless.

At this time, the vague figure beside the young man walked towards Zheng Fei.

As the vague figure approached, Zheng Fei's body reacted slightly, and he gradually walked stiffly on the roof of the building.

Is he alive?

His still stiff and numb face gave the answer, and he seemed to be an unconscious marionette at the moment, moving mechanically.

Immediately afterwards, figures around him rushed towards Zheng Fei and surrounded him in the middle.

After the figures appeared, it could be seen that they were all similar to Zheng Fei, but they looked much younger.

And they look almost identical, like clones.

One of them was different, it was wearing an old shroud, and a blue-black palm had a strange finger on it, which was completely different from the others.

Zheng Fei, who was surrounded in the middle, quickly reached out with his palm, grabbed the young man Zheng Fei in a shroud, and then stuffed it into his mouth.

The huge open mouth, filled with blue-black mist, swallowed the young Zheng Fei at once, but the old shroud was left in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Fei put the shroud on himself, and at this time, the shroud was windless and automatic, and automatically changed its size, so it fit on his body.

The young people around him seemed to have not seen it, and their numb faces were still expressionless.

Zheng Fei, who was manipulated in this way, constantly stretched out his claws to the surrounding teenagers Zheng Fei, swallowing them into his stomach as if he was eating.

"I have fulfilled your conditions, and you must also fulfill your promise to resurrect my family!"

At this time, the young man on the side looked at the vague figure beside Zheng Fei and said with a heavy face.

The vague figure looked at the young man as if he had said something, but no sound came out.

"Okay, get me out of here, I'm going to my family."

The young man seemed to understand something, and nodded at the figure.

Immediately after that, the blue-black mist around the young man filled the air, and he disappeared in place.

At the same time, a mobile phone with a special style, left in the place where the youth disappeared, and a recording was repeated in it:

"Yang Jian, when you received this voice, my plan had already succeeded, it was in the school, do you have a way to solve that thing?"

The vague figure listened to the sound of the phone ringing constantly, looked in the northwest direction, and stood for a long time, not knowing what to think!

After a moment, the vague figure withdrew his gaze and slowly turned to Zheng Fei beside him.

The vague figure walked behind Zheng Fei, did not stop at all, and walked straight towards Zheng Fei's body, and they actually merged into one at this time.

Then a smile slowly appeared on the corner of Zheng Fei's mouth, and then he regained his numb expression, the blue-black mist around it continued to rise, and finally the fog of the entire school was much thicker than other places, and gradually Zheng Fei's figure was not visible.

In the basement of Hongfa Temple in Dachang City, a bald master wandered at a wooden door with an uneasy face, with a sad face.

At this time, Yang Jian came out of the door, still holding a coffin nail wrapped in gold leaf at the end of his hand.

"What's going on inside? Are there really evil spirits? Are you holding a demon pestle in your hand? ”

When the bald master saw Yang Jian coming out, he anxiously asked a few more questions.

"I don't have time to explain to you, master, you close this door immediately, and stay away from here, I can't guarantee that the things inside won't escape, now I have more important things to do!"

Yang Jian said anxiously, and then left with a flash of red light on his body.

The entrance of the seventh middle school.

Yang Jian emerged from a red light, he glanced around, and found that the surroundings were quieter, and the blue-black mist was thicker, and his face then showed a solemn color.

At this time, blood-red eyes on his body came out of his body, and red light continued to rise from his eyes, spreading to the inside of the seventh middle school.

Suddenly, Yang Jian seemed to have discovered something, and his figure disappeared from the spot and came to a classroom on the top floor.

There was a satellite positioning mobile phone on the lectern of the classroom, and if you looked closely, the official former youth, who intended to stay on the roof of the building, appeared on the lectern of the classroom at this time.

The recording of the mobile phone kept repeating, and Yang Jian stood aside and frowned.

"Tread, tread~!"

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, as if a person was walking in leather shoes, and the footsteps were exceptionally clear.

Yang Jian's face changed suddenly and he looked at the corridor, but he didn't see anything, so his face became even more gloomy, and he couldn't see the figure of that thing in the ghost domain shrouded in red light.

Immediately after that, the blue-black mist around the red light rose, eroding towards the red light.

Gradually, the red light was constantly compressed, and Yang Jian's face became worse and worse.

When he saw the coffin nail in his hand, it seemed that he had an idea, and then the red light shrank to a meter in front of him.

Zheng Fei, who looked like a dead man not far from Yang Jian, quietly approached Yang Jian.

He didn't attack, as if he knew that Yang Jian was not easy to mess with, and constantly used the blue-black mist to erode the blood-red light in front of Yang Jian.

Soon half an hour passed.

I don't know if Yang Jian couldn't bear it, the red light around him shrank to half a meter.

At this time, Zheng Fei, who was being manipulated, quietly came to the left side of Yang Jian, and a young man not far from him, Zheng Fei, approached Yang Jian on the right with loud steps, looking like there was a hint of charm in the east and west.

When Yang Jian was attracted by the footsteps on the right, a blue-black palm of Zheng Fei on the left attacked him.

Although Yang Jian was taken by surprise, at this moment, ten blood-red eyes opened on Yang Jian's body, and red light emanated from the eyes.

At the same time, one hand grabbed the blue-black palm, and the other hand stabbed Zheng Fei's body.

Although Yang Jian's reaction was fast, before the coffin nail in his hand could be pierced, Zheng Fei's other hand grabbed him, and the dry finger on his hand stabbed directly into Yang Jian's wrist.

Yang Jian's attack was defused.

But everything around was shrouded in bright red light, and Yang Jian could also see the surrounding situation clearly at this time.

A man in a shroud with a blue-black dead face stood numbly beside him.

"Zheng Fei?"

Yang Jian looked surprised and exclaimed!

He still remembered that in the corridor of the school, Zheng Fei was covered in thick blood and half of his body was devoured by the ghost baby.

Until now, he still doesn't understand why Zheng Fei, who was an ordinary person at that time, didn't die in that situation as soon as possible?

What is Scarlet Blood?

It's still foggy when I think about it.

But Yang Jian didn't have time to think about it, at this time, Zheng Fei's jaw cracked, revealing a mouthful of black and hideous teeth, biting directly at him.

When Yang Jian tried to struggle, he found that his arm was nailed by that dry finger, and he was unconscious.

When Zheng Fei was about to bite Yang Jian, a straw rope fell from Yang Jian's body and wrapped directly around Zheng Fei's neck, wanting to hang it.

But the straw rope only barely made Zheng Fei stand on tiptoe, but it made Zheng Fei not bite Yang Jian.

Yang Jian escaped an attack.

At this time, Yang Jian's body gradually turned black, and drops of ink-like things dripped down from his body.

The thick ink coalesced behind him, turning into a headless shadow and slowly rising from the ground.

This headless shadow took the rusty iron nail from Yang Jian's hand and slowly stabbed at Zheng Fei in front of him.

"You lost," Yang Jian said with difficulty.

It seems that the confrontation is over.

However, at this moment, a hazy light flashed out of Zheng Fei's figure, and the entire surrounding school area became hazy.

The figures of Zheng Fei and Yang Jian gradually distorted, and then their figure movements began to rewind at a very fast speed, like a movie playing backwards.

In just a few seconds, the surrounding Zheng Fei disappeared with the blue-black haze, and Yang Jian was stunned in place, and the special mobile phone on the podium table was still playing the call recording.

Everything is back to its original state.

At this time, Zheng Fei's body was sitting straight and stiff on the chair in the guard room, motionless, like a corpse placed there.

After a long time, suddenly a red light like a laser shot into the school in the distance, and the red pillar of light was still moving in the school, as if searching for something in the school.

When the red light shone into the guard room, a vague figure on Zheng Fei's body suddenly appeared, and then disappeared directly.

Zheng Fei's face sitting in the seat was no longer stiff and numb, but showed a trace of doubt, and his dark eyes gradually seemed to have a light.

At the same time, his mouth moved slightly, and the sound came out like sandpaper rubbing against the tabletop, hoarse, low, and terrifying.

"Am I alive?"