Zhang Lei’s words exploded in the dark environnt, igniting everyone’s fear.
A ghost just ahead?
Although many had not ntioned it before, everyone’s greatest worry was that in such a situation with no visibility, as they groped forward in the dark, would they unknowingly find themselves beside the ghost?
Despite their concerns, everyone still harbored a hope for luck, believing they wouldn’t be so unfortunate as to encounter it.
However, the cruel reality told them that luck simply did not exist.
The worst-case scenario still happened.
They encountered a real ghost on the fourth floor of the dormitory, and what was ridiculous was that it wasn’t the ghost that found them, but they who had found the ghost.
"Run!"
The only thought in everyone’s mind was to flee.
With hardly any hesitation, they turned and ran. From the mont Zhang Lei spoke the warning to the start of their action, no more than three seconds elapsed. They had discussed it before: in the face of danger, no one should hesitate, just save whoever could be saved.
Because this ghost was an unsolvable presence, at best, the ghost busters were only slightly better off than ordinary people, but not by much.
A series of frantic footsteps echoed through the dark corridor.
The four ghost busters turned and fled, sprinting through the dark environnt, eager to quickly distance themselves from the terror that had lted into the darkness behind them.
Zhang Lei, too, turned with a pale face and fled.
He had already learned a lot of information about this ghost from headquarters. It was precisely because he understood that he didn’t attempt to capture this ghost together with the others.
This thing simply couldn’t be imprisoned.
Even if you succeeded once, what awaited you was the second wave of the ghost’s attack, the third wave, until its target was killed.
They ran for their lives, fear looming from behind. Every person’s heart raced, and they all knew clearly that if the ghost targeted them, death awaited with no chance of struggle. The ghosts you could control were insignificant compared to a paranormal entity of this level.
"Damn it, how could we be so unlucky, with the ghost waiting right in front for us? This ti, who will it attack? , or that guy called Wang Jiang, or the other two?" Zhang Lei sprinted, shaking with fear. Although he was breathing heavily, he didn’t give up thinking.
This was his experience with dealing with paranormal incidents: never lose your sanity, no matter how terrifying the situation.
"It should choose as the target, after all, I was closest to the ghost, and it was also who touched it just now..." Zhang Lei’s face was covered in cold sweat. He felt lost.
He didn’t know where he was anymore.
The dormitory building was large, the corridors spacious. While directions could be easily distinguished with vision, in this dark environnt, the very spaciousness beca an obstacle. ℝαℕÒꞖĘꞩ
"Bang!"
Zhang Lei seed to have hit the corner of a wall, his head buzzing, and he fell to the ground.
"This is the intersection we passed before." He felt blood trickling from his nose, but he didn’t care about that and roughly determined his location through the intersection.
However, when he quickly struggled to get up, he suddenly found the surroundings eerily quiet.
He could previously hear the sound of others’ footsteps as they fled, but now there was silence.
"Have we separated?" Zhang Lei gritted his teeth. He couldn’t worry about so much now and imdiately walked to the right.
There were safety exits on both sides. He decided to head for the safety exit on the right, which should allow him to et up with Yang Jian on the second floor.
As long as he left this floor, Zhang Lei felt he should be safe.
If the ghost was on this floor and wanted to go to the third, it would need so ti.
Although the ghost was insoluble, its attacks were one by one, with not a very high efficiency in killing.
Zhang Lei believed that as long as he was not chosen as the first target by the ferocious ghost, he had enough confidence to et up with Yang Jian downstairs and escape this deadly crisis.
"Wait, sothing’s not right."
After running for a while, he noticed sothing abnormal.
Why hadn’t he been attacked yet, when he had clearly touched the ghost’s hand, almost certain the ghost was right in front of him?
Not only had he not been attacked, but it seed none of the others had been either.
After all, when the ghost chose a target, soone among those close by would have the misfortune of being picked.
"Could it be that what I touched was not the ghost? Could it have been one of the ghost busters? No, that’s impossible. There were only a few of us on this floor—nobody would be so foolish to run upstairs instead of out. It must have been the ghost, but the ghost didn’t imdiately attack us... Damn it, I made the wrong judgnt."
Suddenly, Zhang Lei realized what was amiss and gritted his teeth in frustration.
He was right to have encountered the ghost, but the four of them hadn’t satisfied the ghost’s conditions for killing, that’s why they were unhard.
In other words, the four of them weren’t isolated at that mont.
But, that wasn’t right either.
Four people, each controlling one ghost: at most, that was four ghosts. But the information from headquarters suggested that the ghost could suppress at least five, and the number would only increase, not decrease.
Five is certainly more than four, a problem even kindergarten kids wouldn’t get wrong.
"No, that’s not it, our side adds up to not four, but six ghosts." Zhang Lei rembered his special situation.
He had once consud two ghosts while dealing with supernatural events.
Although the ghosts had been devoured, they had not died or vanished, but likely still resided within his own body, rely suppressed by another ghost he possessed. However, even in a state of suppression, those two ghosts still counted.
Therefore, it was correct to say that Zhang Lei alone contained three ghosts.
The result was: six to five.
They had, just a mont ago, been in no position of vulnerability; even if they had encountered a ghost head-on, they wouldn’t have been killed.
But now, it was too late for regrets.
The group had scattered in their panic and flight.
"Damn it," Zhang Lei was consud with remorse at this mont and wished he could slap himself.
He had personally squandered their chance of survival, pushing everyone, including himself, onto a path of certain death.
But regret was useless now, for he couldn’t bring these people together again. All he could do was to try to find Yang Jian and join him to avoid being singled out and killed by the ghost.
This was not just for his sake, but also for the others’.
If Zhang Lei died,
The ghost would grow to an extrely formidable level, making confrontation even more difficult.
Run!
Clenching his teeth and unable to worry about anything else, Zhang Lei sprinted towards the stairwell.
Nothing terrifying happened around him.
He was lucky; the ghost hadn’t targeted him.
But he wasn’t the only one who was alone. Experience tales at
Within the dark, ominous dormitory building, a spirit manipulator who had initially accompanied Zhang Lei and Wang Jiang was now lost.
Truth be told, being "lost" wasn’t quite accurate; he could determine his general location. He should be on the balcony of the dormitory building. If he continued left or right, he would find the staircase and could make his way out.
However, what terrified him at the mont was the realization that he seed to be alone.
The surrounding silence was dreadfully oppressive, without a single sound. He tried calling out to the side, calling "Zhang Lei, Wang Jiang," but no one responded.
Clearly, he had been left behind.
The ghost was on this floor, and being alone in this situation could be fatal.
He could only pray he wouldn’t beco the vengeful spirit’s first target. If he moved quickly enough, he should be able to reach the second floor and et with the ghost-eyed Yang Jian, as they had planned previously.
There was still hope for him to survive.
With this thought, the spirit manipulator quickly sprang into action.
But the mont he turned around, he sharply felt as if soone had appeared out of thin air behind him in the darkness. A pair of cold, stiff hands grabbed his arms, preventing his advance.
"How can this be..." The spirit manipulator was engulfed in fear, his heart seemingly stopping in that instant.
"Let go of , let go now."
A sharp pain erupted from his body. He felt the cold, stiff hands forcefully probing into his sides, ripping through his skin, crushing his bones, and fumbling inside his body, as though searching for traces of a ghost within him.
He began to struggle violently, screaming frenziedly in his attempt to escape.
But it was futile.
Right then, he was no different from a regular person, with the ghost within him completely suppressed and silent, and his own body fragile to the point of defenselessness.
A mont later,
The spirit manipulator coughed up blood, his body convulsing, no longer having the strength to struggle. Simultaneously, sothing was forcibly removed from him by those hands shrouded in darkness.
Heavy footsteps continued to echo in the darkness.
The ghost headed towards the stairwell on the right.
At this mont, the ghost possessed six.
One might not seem like a large number, but it was enough to drive anyone to despair.
Where the ghost had been, a mutilated body hung from the balcony, dripping blood that flowed in the darkness, staining a patch of the surrounding area red. More blood trickled down the walls of the fourth floor. On the body, the spirit manipulator’s mouth was still faintly bubbling with blood.
The vestiges of life, in the midst of darkness, gradually extinguished.
"Has soone died?"
At the second-floor stairwell, Yang Jian witnessed the dripping, dripping of fresh blood from the balcony corridor. His expression was particularly grave, as this was not from the first body, but must belong to the second spirit manipulator’s blood.
This ant another person had been isolated and killed by the ghost.
The ghost possessed six from the outset. If he didn’t et with the others soon, and if the ghost targeted them, they were all dood.
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