It's...quiet.
Yang Jian waited in Wang Xiaoming's office for a while. From the beginning, there were strange noises around, but now it seed that everything had fallen silent.
It seed like all the sounds had disappeared.
The whole world couldn't hear a single noise.
This was not good news.
Yang Jian stood up and looked down through the glass window.
The entire building was dimly lit, like an abandoned building that had been deserted for a long ti, as if there were no living people except himself.
And the surrounding visibility was not very good.
The nearby area was shrouded in dark gray haze, and you couldn't see very far. Even the tall buildings on the opposite street could only be vaguely distinguished.
It was as if this hospital building was the only thing left in the world.
Yang Jian looked thoughtful, hesitating.
But he didn't hesitate for too long.
Soon, he made a decision.
Imdiately, he left the place and walked downstairs along the safe passage.
Indeed, he couldn't just sit back and watch Wang Xiaoming and the others be trapped and die on a certain floor.
Although he didn't want to support them, if these people died, this supernatural event would undoubtedly end in failure.
Reluctantly, or not wanting to easily hand over the fate of the city and his own life to a ghost, even though he wanted to stay out of it and protect himself, when it ca to this choice, Yang Jian found that he actually only had one way to go.
With that withered finger, he quickly walked downstairs, planning to make a final effort.
The ghost had already appeared, and ti was running out.
Success in solving this supernatural event was very likely, but failure...Da Chang City would be completely lost.
One floor, two floors, three floors...Yang Jian counted the floors he passed.
According to his estimation, since the surrounding sounds had disappeared, it was very likely that all the ghosts in the entire hospital had gathered on Wang Xiaoming's side, and his side was temporarily safe.
But this safety probably wouldn't last long. Once Wang Xiaoming and the others were all dead, the next target for the ghosts would almost certainly be himself.
Suddenly.
When he passed a corner of the stairs, Yang Jian couldn't help but stop in his tracks.
"They are trapped on this floor..."
Although looking up, this floor was exactly the sa as the other floors, with no difference, but the ghost eye lurking under his flesh and blood reacted.
This was the induction between fierce ghosts.
Yang Jian left the safe passage and went deeper into this floor.
When he passed by two elevators, he found that the doors of the two elevators had been open all the ti. There was a ssy black and blue footprint at the elevator entrance, and these footprints seed to converge with footprints elsewhere, extending towards a certain ward on this floor.
The dimness there beca even more intense, and the haze condensed, gradually evolving into a deep darkness.
The induction of the ghost eye under his flesh and blood beca even stronger.
He was sure that once he entered the darkness ahead, he would definitely encounter a ghost, and no one could say what danger he would encounter at that ti.
"At this point, there's no need to save resources." Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and he lit the ghost candle again.
The crimson candle emitted a gloomy light.
The light spread out, illuminating the surroundings, casting a strange green color around, dispelling the surrounding dimness, and taking away the cold and eerie atmosphere.
"If we can't win using the ghost candle this ti, then we will have no chance of winning."
Taking a deep breath, Yang Jian strode forward with the ghost candle in hand.
The further he went, the more intense the haze beca.
The gloomy and eerie candlelight was now being suppressed, and the range covered by the candlelight was rapidly shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Originally, the candlelight could illuminate a range of five or six ters around, but now it was being forcibly suppressed to a range of about three ters, and this distance was still shrinking rapidly as Yang Jian advanced.
Crackle!
The candle fla was burning violently, accelerating the burning speed to erupt into a brighter fla, resisting the encroachnt of darkness around it.
The accelerated burning speed of the ghost candle ant that there was definitely a ghost nearby.
When Yang Jian had walked about ten ters further, the candlelight had been suppressed to a range of about two ters around.
The dense black and blue haze and the eerie green candlelight ford a clear boundary.
"At this burning speed, this candle will be completely burned out in about ten minutes." Yang Jian looked at the ghost candle in his hand and was secretly shocked.
But the next mont, when he took another step forward.
A hand appeared in the dense haze.
This hand passed through the range covered by the candlelight and appeared in front of Yang Jian, while the other end of the hand disappeared into the darkness ahead, and it was impossible to see what was happening in front.
"Drip, drip!"
A gold watch on this hand was still ticking accurately, showing the ti.
"It's a ghost tar's hand." Yang Jian imdiately realized, and he quickly grabbed the hand.
He was sure that this was definitely not a ghost. If it was a ghost, it would not be able to cross the candlelight to appear in front of him.
Without ti to think about which person among the group had a gold watch, he just grabbed the hand and tried to pull soone from the darkness into the range covered by the candlelight.
Only by entering the range covered by the ghost candle could it be temporarily safe.
However, as soon as he touched the hand, he imdiately realized that sothing was wrong.The arm that touched him suddenly grasped him tightly, as if feeling the residual warmth in his hand, knowing it was a person. It was now desperately pulling, hoping to escape from so terrifying place and be rescued.
However, when Yang Jian pulled with all his might, he did not manage to bring the ghost controller within the range covered by the ghost candle. Instead, he stumbled and nearly fell.
Because... the arm had co off.
Holding the severed limb, Yang Jian's expression turned particularly ugly. He saw a row of neat and ferocious bite marks at the break.
As if it had been bitten off by sothing.
"Damn it," he strode forward.
The gloom ahead was dispelled by the candlelight.
Yet Yang Jian did not find the owner of the severed arm, but judging by the distance of the limb, it should have been right here.
It seed as if the ghost controller had vanished into thin air.
Dead?
A slight tremor went through Yang Jian's heart. He did not dwell on the disappearance of soone but instead dropped the severed arm and continued deeper.
Along the way, he could vaguely see many human silhouettes lurking in the gloom, eerily watching him. So tried to penetrate the darkness, pushing their pale, dark faces forward for a look, but as soon as they touched the light of the ghost candle, they quickly withdrew and beca still again.
He dared not imagine what horrors he would face without the ghost candle.
At this mont, the ghost candle was burning even faster.
At this rate, let alone ten minutes, even sustaining for five minutes would be a struggle.
"Blood?"
A few steps further, Yang Jian saw bloodstains scattered on the ground.
Crimson, bright, as if freshly spilled, and next to the blood were so remnants of flesh.
"You're a bit late," suddenly, a voice rang out.
The next mont, Wang Xiaoqiang walked out from the dense gloom and into the light of the ghost candle.
As he moved, a shadow followed behind him, trying to hold him back, but it stopped in front of the candlelight and then disappeared back into the gloom.
"It's not too late, at least you're not dead," Yang Jian said.
Wang Xiaoming said, "The third stage ghost infant has been confird. Sound is the key. You can't let the third stage ghost infant hear you speak, or they will attack you. But these derivative ghosts don't have overlapping conditions. That is to say, the third stage ghost infant can only kill by hearing sounds, the second stage can only kill by touch, and the first stage of the ghost domain can only kill by sight."
"Is now really the ti to discuss this? Are they all dead?" Yang Jian asked.
"Not quite, but almost. We managed to fend off the attack earlier, but the bad news is... the fourth stage ghost infant has appeared. I can't even be sure if it's the fourth stage ghost infant; it's very likely the original ghost itself. That thing is nearby now, finding it and dealing with it might calm this supernatural event."
"Co with , right now we can only maintain a brief survival. If you don't co, we won't last much longer."
Wang Xiaoqiang pointed to a place, signaling Yang Jian to follow.
Yang Jian's expression turned solemn. Although he had not been involved in the previous events, he could imagine the heavy price Zhao Kaiming, Sun Yi, Zhang Han, and the others had paid to fend off this wave of fierce ghost attacks.
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