Driving on a quiet road.

The car lights illuminate the front, but cannot dispel the haze in front of me.

The whole city was eerily quiet, except for the occasional distant screams and the cries of ghost babies, there was no sound.

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

At least, I didn't feel the slightest bit angry when I drove past Yang Jian.

Death is spreading and fear is spreading.

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 entire city, but I did everything I should do. I imprisoned the fourth-stage ghost baby, but what was the result? It was just treating the symptoms rather than the root cause.

Well, too many people have died these days, including Ye Feng, Sun Yi, He Chuan, and those ghost masters I don’t know."

"I used up all the ghost candles, fighting the risk of recovery to enhance my abilities...but when the source ghost appeared, I had no choice but to run."

Yang Jian laughed to himself while driving.

Who can be blamed for the failure of the operation? He has done what he can do. He can only blame the cruel reality. Do you really have to fight until you die to be satisfied?

"You, Professor Wang, can be noble, you can let go of your hatred, you can be selfless, and you can not care about personal life or death, but what about me? A large number of people behind me are counting on me to survive. What will they do if I die?"

But now, everyone is looking at him, no one understands him, and no one says that what he has done is good enough.

You know, Yang Jian is only a senior in high school, and it took less than three months to become a ghost controller, and it took less than fifteen days to join the headquarters.

All this was too heavy for him.

With a catastrophe approaching and no way to save the day, all Yang Jian can do is to look after a group of people and find a way to survive.

If he continues to fight and fails, he will really have nothing. Now he can no longer afford to lose.

"Bang~!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and a figure suddenly appeared on the road in the haze ahead. Yang Jian's car bumped into it and ran over it.

He came back from his thoughts and was startled.

Hit someone?

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

As a result, Yang Jian saw the man who was hit slowly stand up in the rearview mirror.

The man's pupils were hollow and pitch-black, and his whole body was black and blue. His severed head was resting on his shoulders, looking at him strangely.

"It's not a human, it's a third-stage ghost baby. Is this thing ready to walk on the road openly?" Yang Jian's face was stern and he didn't say a word.

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

Even though that thing has seen itself, it's useless.

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

Wang Xiaoming's research and inference are correct.

Yang Jian stepped on the accelerator and continued moving forward.

The ghost baby was still standing there looking at him strangely in the rearview mirror. It wasn't until the vehicle went further and further away and its figure disappeared into the haze that everything calmed down.

"If it were an ordinary person, if he screamed in that situation, he would be dead."

Yang Jian looked at the ghost baby that had disappeared behind him and breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he also felt an inexplicable despair. In a city like this, how far could ordinary people survive without understanding the rules?

Nobody knows.

Now he no longer has the ability to deal with supernatural events. The failure of his last operation pushed him to the edge of the ghost's resurrection. Although he was under control, he was not sure whether something would happen next time he used the power of the ghost.

Keep driving.

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

There were corpses lying on the roadside with open stomachs and bloody flesh, and there were also figures walking in the haze with stiff steps and terrifying figures, and there were puddles of blood with only some flesh and blood left.

Occasionally, there is a desperate cry for help.

However, no one responded. Instead, more terrifying figures walked past in the haze.

This place has completely turned into a ghost town.

Those who survived could only wait desperately for their lives to be harvested.

Yang Jian said nothing and continued driving.

Here, he seemed to be the only living person who dared to walk on the street. He didn't see a single survivor along the way.

He knew that the residents of the city were aware of the fear. They were hiding in their homes and huddled up somewhere to store food and water, trying to survive the dark night and survive this disaster.

But Yang Jian knew.

This is impossible, no matter how much food and water you reserve, if the source is not solved, there will only be death. The only difference is whether you die sooner or later.

"Yang Jian, the satellite positioning shows that you have entered Dachang City. You don't need to speak. I know that you are in danger at this time. I just want to inform you that when it is convenient for you, there is someone here who wants to have a conversation with you. I

After I finish speaking, I will turn off the voice and remain mute."

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

But after she finished speaking, there was a rustling sound of 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.

What else should we talk to at this time? Should we read the eulogy in advance?

soon.

He stepped on the brakes and stopped the car.

This is an old community in Nancheng District, Dachang City. It was originally going to be demolished according to urban planning, but because the location is a bit far from the city center, the demolition work has been a little slow.

The old red building with only seven floors is dark, mottled and looks a bit dirty.

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

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

This is the smell of corpses.

The evil spirits have already invaded here, and have been there for at least three days.

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

"No." The text message received a reply.

"Where are you? When will you arrive?"

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

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

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

Someone I don’t know who said that most of human fear comes from the unknown.

Yang Jian felt that this sentence was wrong. Human beings' fear should come from death.

Only those who overcome death can overcome fear.

Overcoming the unknown can only help you understand your fear, but it cannot solve the underlying problem.

Even though he understood the rules of the first to fourth level ghost babies and their killing methods, when he was exposed to this dead city again, his whole body was still tense, even though it was safe for him to swagger through the city now.

Along the way, God knows how many ghosts were watching me under the dark haze.

Those pairs of strange, hollow, pitch-black eyes seemed to be able to be seen and looked at once one turned around.

"Building three, fourth floor."

Yang Jian walked to the third building.

Because of the power outage, the corridor was pitch dark and you couldn't see your fingers. Even the flashlight on your mobile phone could only barely dispel the haze for one or two steps. God knows what you might accidentally touch after walking in. If you accidentally touch the second

If you are a ghost baby in this stage, you will win the prize.

The reward is death.

When was the last time you faced dark stairs like this?

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

At that time, I, Zhang Wei, Wang Shanshan and a group of others were experiencing a ghost knock on the door incident.

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

A strange place he had forgotten reappeared in his mind.

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

A strange space that does not belong to this world.
To be continued...