Mysterious Revival

Very...quiet.

Yang Jian had been waiting in Wang Xiaoming's office for a while, from the beginning when there were weird noises around, now it seemed as if everything had quieted down.

It seemed as if every sound had disappeared.

The whole world was silent, without a hint of noise.

This wasn't good news.

Yang Jian stood up, peering through the glass window down at the lower floors.

The entire building was shrouded in dimness, like an abandoned construction site devoid of life for a long time, as if there were no other living person apart from himself.

Moreover, the visibility around was poor.

The vicinity was enveloped by a dark, bluish haze; one couldn't see far, and even the tall buildings on the opposite street were barely discernible as vague silhouettes.

It was as if this hospital building was the only remaining existence in this world.

Yang Jian's face bore a contemplative look, with a hint of hesitation.

But the hesitation didn't last long.

Soon, he made up his mind.

He turned and left the place, heading downstairs through the safety passage.

Indeed, he couldn't just watch Wang Xiaoming and the others get trapped and die on a certain floor.

Although he didn't want to provide support, if these people died, then this paranormal incident would undoubtedly end in failure.

Reluctantly, or not wanting to readily relinquish the fate of this city and his own to a ghost, despite his desire to stand aloof and focus on survival, Yang Jian found that when he came to the crossroads of decision, he actually had only one path to take.

With that withered finger, he hurried downstairs, ready to make his last stand.

The ghost had already appeared, and time was running out.

If successful, this paranormal incident could likely be resolved. If he failed... Dachang City would be entirely lost.

First floor, second floor, third floor... Yang Jian counted the floors as he passed.

Based on his deduction, since the sounds around had disappeared, it was very likely that all the ghosts of the hospital had gathered around Wang Xiaoming's location, leaving him temporarily safe.

But this safety wouldn't last long; once Wang Xiaoming and the others were all dead, the next target for the ghost would most likely be himself.

Suddenly.

As he passed a stairwell on a certain floor, Yang Jian involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

"They're trapped on this floor..."

Although looking up this floor appeared identical to the others, with no distinction, the ghost eye lurking under his skin had reacted.

It was the sensing between fierce ghosts.

Yang Jian stepped out of the safety passage and ventured deeper into this floor.

As he passed the two elevators, he noticed that the doors of both elevators were always open. The entrance of the elevator was covered with messy dark bluish footprints. These footprints seemed to converge with those from other places, extending towards the direction of a certain ward on this floor.

The dimness there grew even denser, the gloom accumulated, gradually transforming into a profound darkness.

The sensing in the ghost eye beneath his skin grew stronger.

He was sure that once he entered the darkness ahead, he would definitely encounter a ghost, and what danger he would face was anyone's guess.

"There's no need to conserve resources at a time like this," Yang Jian said, his eyes flickering as he once again lit the Ghost Candle.

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The crimson candle emitted a sinister light.

The light spread out, illuminating the surroundings, casting an eerie green hue around, the glow driving away the dimness, taking with it the cold and weird ambiance.

"If we can't win by using the Ghost Candle this time, then we will have no more chances," he muttered under his breath, holding the Ghost Candle as he quickly moved forward.

The further he went, the thicker the gloom became.

The sinister and eerie candlelight was now under suppression, its reach visibly shrinking rapidly.

Where the candlelight could illuminate a five or six-meter area, it was now forcefully condensed to about three meters, and this distance continued to diminish as Yang Jian progressed.

Crackle and snap!

The candle flame flickered violently, burning faster to unleash brighter light, resisting the encroaching darkness around it.

The acceleration of the Ghost Candle's burning meant that there surely were ghosts nearby.

About ten meters ahead, the light from the Ghost Candle was now suppressed to an area of about two meters around Yang Jian.

A thick, dark green haze and the eerie green candlelight formed a clear boundary.

"At this rate of burning, this candle will be completely burned out in ten minutes at most," Yang Jian glanced at the Ghost Candle in his hand and felt a surge of alarm.

But the next moment, as he took another step forward.

A forearm appeared in mid-air amidst the thick haze.

The forearm crossed the area illuminated by the candlelight and presented itself in front of Yang Jian, while the other end disappeared into the darkness, making it impossible to see what had happened there.

"Drip-drip, drip-drip~!"

A golden watch on the arm continued to tick away, accurately displaying the time.

"It's a ghost master's hand," Yang Jian immediately realized and quickly grasped the forearm.

He was certain that this was definitely not a ghost, for if it were, it could not have crossed the candlelight to reach him.

There wasn't time to recall which of the people he had met before wore a gold watch; he just firmly grabbed the forearm and pulled towards himself, trying to drag someone out of the darkness and into the area covered by the candlelight.

Only within the reach of the Ghost Candle's light could one be temporarily safe.

However, as soon as he touched the forearm, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

The moment the arm made contact with him, it violently seized hold of him, seemingly feeling the warmth of his hand and knowing it was a person. The arm was desperately tugging, hoping to break free from some terrifying place and get rescued.

However, when Yang Jian pulled with all his might, he did not succeed in dragging the ghost master into the area illuminated by the Ghost Candle's light. Instead, he stumbled and nearly fell.

Because... the arm had come off.

Yang Jian, holding the severed arm, grew extremely grim-faced. He saw a row of neat and ferocious bite marks at the site of the break.

It was as if it had been violently bitten off by something.

"Damn it," he rushed forward.

The haze ahead was dispersed by the candlelight.

But Yang Jian did not find the owner of the severed arm. Given the distance of the arm, it seemed that it should have been right there.

The ghost master seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Dead?

Yang Jian's heart gave a slight shiver. He didn't linger on the disappearance of someone but dropped the severed limb and moved deeper in.

Along the way, he could vaguely see numerous human shapes lurking in the haze, watching him strangely. Some tried to cross the darkness, bringing their pale, greenish-black faces close for a look. But as soon as they came into contact with the light of the Ghost Candle, they quickly retracted and became still.

He didn't dare to imagine the horror he would be facing if he didn't have this Ghost Candle.

Now, the candle burned even faster.

At this rate, not to mention ten minutes, even sustaining for five minutes seemed a stretch.

"Blood?"

A few steps further, Yang Jian saw blood splattered on the ground.

Bright red, vivid, as if it had just been spilled recently, and next to the blood were also some bits of flesh.

"You're a bit late," suddenly, a voice rang out.

The next moment, Wang Xiaoqiang walked in from the dense haze, stepping into the light of the Ghost Candle.

As he moved, someone followed behind him, trying to pull him back, but they stopped before the light of the candle and eventually disappeared back into the haze.

"It's not too late, at least you're not dead," Yang Jian said.

Wang Xiaoming said, "The presence of a third-tier Ghost Infant has been confirmed. The key is sound; you can't let a third-tier Ghost Infant hear you speak. Otherwise, they will attack you.

But these derivative ghosts don't have overlapping conditions, meaning third-tier Ghost Infants can only kill by hearing sounds, second-tier Ghost Infants only by touch, and first-tier ghosts of the Ghost Domain only by sight."

"Is this really the time for that? Are they all dead?" Yang Jian asked.

"Not dead, but almost. We managed to fend off the attack earlier, but the bad news is... the fourth-tier Ghost Infant has appeared, and I'm not even sure if that is a fourth-tier Ghost Infant. It's quite possible that it is the source ghost. That thing is nearby now; finding and dealing with it might settle this paranormal event."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Follow me. At the moment, we can only sustain brief survival. Without you, we won't last much longer."

Wang Xiaoqiang pointed to a place, signaling Yang Jian to follow him.

Yang Jian's expression grew stern. Although he hadn't been part of what had happened before, he could imagine the heavy price Zhao Kaiming, Sun Yi, and Zhang Han had paid to withstand the onslaught of the fierce ghosts.