Mysterious recovery

Self-sacrifice is the Madonna, not the Ghost Rider.

suddenly.

At this time, another mobile phone of Yang Jian received a text message. When he saw the text message, a constipated expression appeared on his face.

"You did the right thing. You shouldn't listen to that professor Wang. He will definitely kill us." Jiang Yan stood firmly on Yang Jian's side.

Zhang Wei sighed and said: "I thought I could live my life with a computer, but now it seems that I was too naive, I didn't even play games, what's the point of living, I'd better go out and play with pistols, brother leg Together? Let me show you my newly practiced dual-wielding gun shaking technique."

"I'm going out for a while." Yang Jian put down his phone and frowned.

"What are you doing out at this time?" Jiang Yan was shocked.

Yang Jian said, "Pretend to be Jesus."

"By the way, I need to find Zhang Han when I'm away. Don't let Wang Xiaoming go up the fifth floor. If he insists on going up, Viagra, break his leg with a gun."

"Don't worry, leave it to me. By the way, if you want to hit him, which leg will you break?" Zhang Wei asked.

Yang Jian thought for a moment and said, "Anything is fine."

Chapter 254 The Dead City

Driving on a quiet road.

The headlights illuminate the front, unable to dispel the haze in front of us.

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

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

At least, driving past Yang Jian didn't feel the slightest bit of anger.

Death is spreading, fear is spreading.

Looking at everything outside the car window, Yang Jian was in a bad mood.

He was still thinking about what Wang Xiaoming said before.

"He put all his hopes on me and asked me to save the whole city, but I did everything I had to do. I imprisoned the fourth-stage ghost baby, but what happened? It was just a temporary solution, not a permanent cure. Forget it, too many people have died these days, Ye Feng, Sun Yi, He Chuan, and those ghost masters I don't know."

"I used up all the ghost candles, risking recovery to enhance my abilities... As a result, I had no choice but to run when the source ghost appeared."

Yang Jian laughed at himself while driving.

Who can be blamed for the failure of the action, he has already done what he can do, and he can only blame the reality for being too cruel. Does he really have to fight until he dies to be satisfied?

"Professor Wang, you can be noble, you can let go of hatred, you can be selfless, and you can disregard personal life and death, but what about me? A large group of people behind me are counting on my survival. If I die, what will they do?"

But now, everyone was looking at him, no one understood him, and no one said that what he did was good enough.

You must know that Yang Jian is a senior high school student, and it has only been less than three months since he became a ghost master, and it has been less than fifteen days since he became an interpol.

All this was too heavy for him.

A catastrophe is imminent, and there is no way to recover from it. All Yang Jian can do is help a group of people find ways to survive.

If you try harder, if you fail again, you will really have nothing, and now he can't afford to lose.

"Bang~!"

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

He recovered from his thoughts and was startled.

Hit someone?

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

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

The man's pupils were empty and pitch black, his body was black and blue, his severed head rested on his shoulder, and he looked at him strangely.

"It's not a human, it's a third-stage ghost baby. Is this thing able to walk on the road in a fair manner?" Yang Jian's expression froze, and he didn't say a word.

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

Although the thing had seen itself, it was useless.

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

Wang Xiaoming's research and deduction are correct.

Yang Jian stepped on the gas pedal and continued to move forward.

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

"If it was an ordinary person, one scream in that situation, then he would be dead."

Looking at the ghost baby who had disappeared behind him, Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a kind of inexplicable despair. In such a city, how many ordinary people can survive without understanding the rules?

Nobody knows.

Now he is also incapable of dealing with supernatural events. The failure of the last operation pushed him to the brink of the ghost's recovery. Although he has controlled it, he is not sure if there will be an accident when he uses the power of the ghost next time.

Keep driving.

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

There are corpses lying on the side of the road with their stomachs broken and bloody flesh, and there are also those figures with stiff steps and horrific figures walking in the haze, and there are only some flesh and blood left in the puddles.

Occasionally, there was a desperate cry of help.

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

This place has been completely reduced to a ghost town.

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

Yang Jian didn't say a word, and continued to drive forward.

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

He knew that under the fear, the residents of the city had already sensed it. They hid at home, huddled up somewhere to store food and water, trying to survive this night and survive this disaster.

But Yang Jian knew.

This is impossible, no matter how much food and water you have in reserve, if the source is not resolved, there will only be a dead end. 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 you are in danger at this time. I just want to inform you that when it is convenient for you, someone here wants to have a conversation with you. I Now that I'm done, I'll turn off the voice and stay on mute."

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

But after she finished speaking, there was a rustling electric sound, 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's the point of talking at this time, read the eulogy in advance?

soon.

His slam on the brake stopped the car.

This is an old residential area in Nancheng District, Dachang City. Originally, it was to be demolished according to the urban planning, but because the location is a bit far from the city center, the demolition work was delayed a bit.

There are only seven floors of the old red-turned building, dim and black, mottled and mottled, looking a little messy.

The empty window was pitch black, and it looked extraordinarily gloomy under the haze.

The community was silent, and there was a rotten stench in the air.

It was the stench of corpses.

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

"Is he dead?" Yang Jian took out his phone and sent a text message.

"No." The text message came back.

"Where are you? When will you be there?"

"I'm at the gate of the community, I'll be there in 10 minutes." Yang Jian replied again.

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

"..." Yang Jian put down his phone and walked towards the old neighborhood with a blank expression.

A guy who doesn't know who said that most of the fear of human beings comes from the unknown.

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

He who overcomes death overcomes fear.

Overcoming the unknown can only help you understand your fears, and it doesn't solve the underlying problem.

Even though he understood the laws of the first to fourth-order ghost infants and their killing methods, when he was in 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 watched him under the dark haze.

That pair of strange, empty, dark eyes seemed to be able to be seen as soon as they turned around, and they looked at each other.

"Three buildings, fourth floor."

Yang Jian walked to the third building.

Because of the power outage, the corridor was pitch black and you couldn't see your fingers. Even the flashlight on your phone could barely dispel the haze for a step or two. A ghost baby at the stage, then he won the lottery.

The reward is death.

When was the last time you faced a dark staircase like this?

By the way, it was at school.

At that time, Zhang Wei, Wang Shanshan and a group of people were experiencing the ghost knocking on the door.

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

A strange place that he had forgotten reappeared in his mind.

That's where the toilet doors in the school's stairwell lead.

A strange space that does not belong to this world.

There was nothing there, it was pitch black, there was only one tree, like a tree made of dense white bones, with a three-meter-high black shadow nailed to the trunk, and it was from there that I got my ghost eyes.

"The second condition may be satisfied." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, lost in thought.

He thought of a way to imprison the source ghost, the coffin nail of the huge black shadow was nailed to the bone tree.

If the coffin nails can nail the black shadow, then they can also nail the source ghost.

That finger has been lost, and the coffin nail can most likely be used as a substitute to nail the source ghost.

Just as a price, that unknown shadow will be released.

"Why do I think of this, imprisoning one horror and releasing another terror, maybe that thing is more ruthless, and the situation will get worse by then." Yang Jian cursed himself inwardly.

But another thought came up.

No matter how bad the situation is, it won't be worse than it is now.

This is a life-and-death moment for a city's population.

"Don't think about it, let's be a turtle with a retracted head honestly. The status of a hero is not suitable for me."

Shaking his head, shaking these strange thoughts out of his mind, he walked up the stairs step by step against the wall.

Not being able to use ghost eyes and ghost shadow abilities at will, Yang Jian chose to be cautious and cautious.

Relying on knowing the laws of all ghost babies, he wasn't too worried about anything.

The only thing to be wary of is the ghost baby in the fourth stage.

But the chances of that are slim.

The city is so big, even though he is in a state of being cursed, it is estimated that it will be a while before it is his turn.

Count the floors.

Soon, the fourth floor arrived.

The door of a household has been opened, and there are black and blue handprints left on the wall next to it.

The hard iron door was twisted and deformed, as if it was torn open by something, which made people shudder.

A pungent bloody smell wafted from the dark living room, with a strong smell of decay.