Mysterious Recovery

Driving on a quiet highway.

The car lights illuminate the front and cannot dissipate the haze in front of us.

The whole city was quiet and terrifying, except for the occasional screams and the crying of ghost infants from afar, there was no sound.

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

At least, I couldn't feel the slightest anger when driving past Yang Jian.

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 had said before.

"He put all his hopes on me and asked me to save the whole city, but I did everything that was supposed to be done. I imprisoned the fourth stage ghost infant, but the result? It's just a temporary solution, not a permanent cure. No matter, too many people have died these days, Ye Feng, Sun Yi, He Chuan, and those ghost masters I don't know."

"I have exhausted all the ghost candles, and fighting the risk of recovery will enhance my ability...As a result, I can only run when encountering the appearance of the source ghost."

Yang Jian laughed at himself as he drove.

Who can be blamed for the failure of the action? He has done what he can do. He can only blame the cruel reality. Is it true that he has to fight until he is dead to make people satisfied?

"You Professor Wang can be noble, you can let go of your hatred, you can be selfless, you can ignore your own life and death, but what about me? A large group of people behind me are counting on my life. I am dead. What will they do?"

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

You know, Yang Jian is a senior in high school. It takes less than three months to become a ghost master, and less than 15 days to become an Interpol.

All this is too heavy for him.

The disaster is approaching and unable to recover, all Yang Jian can do is to take care of a group of people to find a way to survive.

If you fight again, if you fail again, then you 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 on it and ran over it directly.

He recovered from his thoughts and was taken aback.

Hit someone?

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

As a result, from the rearview mirror, Yang Jian saw that the person who had been hit slowly stood up.

The man's pupils were hollow and black, his head was broken on his shoulders, and he looked at him strangely.

"It's not a human being, it's the third stage ghost infant. Can this thing walk on the road in an upright manner?" Yang Jian's face was cold, and he didn't say a word.

As long as he does not speak and is not heard by this ghost infant, he will not be the target of being attacked.

Although the thing has seen itself, it is useless.

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

Wang Xiaoming's research and inference are correct.

Yang Jian stepped on the accelerator and moved on.

In the rearview mirror, the ghost infant still stood there and looked at himself strangely, until the vehicle drifted away and its figure disappeared in the haze, everything calmed down.

"If it's an ordinary person, if there is a scream in that situation, then he is dead."

Yang Jian looked at the ghost infant who had disappeared behind him, and he was slightly relieved. At the same time, he felt a kind of inexplicable despair. In such a city, how much can ordinary people survive without understanding the rules?

Nobody knows.

Now he doesn't have the ability to deal with supernatural events. The failure of the last action has pushed him to the edge of Li Gui's recovery. Although he is controlled, he is not sure whether there will be an accident the next time he uses Li Gui's power.

Keep driving.

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

There were corpses lying on the side of the road with broken stomachs, **** bloody corpses, and people walking in the haze with stiff steps and terrifying figures, and there were only some flesh and blood left in that pool of internal organs.

Occasionally, there was a cry of despair and help.

However, no one responded. Instead, more horror figures walked over in the haze.

This place has been completely reduced to a ghost town.

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

Yang Jian said nothing and continued to drive forward.

Here, it seems that he is the only living person who dared to walk on the street, and he didn't see a surviving person all the way.

He knew that under the fear, the residents of the city had already noticed that they were hiding in their homes, crimping somewhere to store food and water, trying to survive this dark night and survive this disaster.

But Yang Jian knew.

This is impossible, even if you store more food and water, if the source is not resolved, there will be a dead end. The only difference is whether you die sooner or later.

"Yang Jian, 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 notify you. When it’s convenient for you, someone here wants to have a conversation with you. I After speaking, I will turn off the voice and keep it silent."

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

But after she finished speaking, with a rustle of electric current, she turned off the voice and ended the call directly.

Yang Jian glanced at the phone next to the car, frowned slightly, and didn't pay much attention to it.

At this time, what can I say, can I say the eulogy in advance?

soon.

He stepped on the brakes and stopped the car.

This is an old community in Nancheng District of Dachang City. It was originally planned to be demolished according to the city plan, but the demolition work was a bit slower because the location was a bit far from the city center.

There is only a seven-story old red building, dim and black, mottled, and it looks a little messy.

The empty window was pitch black, and it looked particularly gloomy under the shroud of haze.

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

This is the smell of corpses.

The ghost has already invaded here, and has been there for at least three days.

"Did you die?" Yang Jian took out his cell phone and sent out a text message.

"No." The text message was replied.

"Where are you? When will you arrive?"

"I'm at the gate of the community and will be there within ten minutes." Yang Jian replied again.

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

"..." Yang Jian put down the phone and walked towards this old community without expression.

A guy who didn't know who it was said that most human fears come from the unknown.

Yang Jian feels that this sentence is wrong. Human fear should come from death.

Only those who overcome death can overcome fear.

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

Although he understands the laws of Tier 1 to Tier 4 ghost infants and their killing methods, when he is in this deadly city again, his whole body is still tight, even now it is safe for him to swagger through the market.

Along the way, God knows how many ghosts are watching him under the dark haze.

Those strange, hollow and dark eyes, as if they could be seen as soon as they turned their heads, and stared at them.

"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 mobile phone can barely dispel the haze for one or two steps. God knows what you will encounter accidentally after you walk in. Once you accidentally touch the second The ghost infant at the stage would win the lottery.

The reward is death.

When was the last time you faced such a dark staircase?

By the way, when I was in school.

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

"Wait, the ghost knocking incident?" Yang Jianhu, who was walking slowly forward, stopped.

A strange place that was forgotten by him reappeared in his mind.

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

A peculiar space that does not belong to this world.

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

"The second condition may be satisfied." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, falling into thinking.

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

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

The finger has been lost, and the coffin nail is likely to be used as a substitute to nail the source ghost.

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

"Why do I think of this, imprison one terror, release another terror, maybe that thing is more ruthless, then the situation will get worse." Yang Jian secretly cursed himself in his heart.

But another idea emerged.

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

This is a moment when the lives of the population of a city are at stake.

"I don't want to, let's just be a tortoise with a retracted head honestly. The identity of a hero is not suitable for me."

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

Unable to use ghost eyes and ghost shadow abilities at will, Yang Jian chose to be cautious and careful~www.NovelMTL.com~ Relying on understanding the laws of all ghost babies, he was not too worried about anything.

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

But that chance is very small.

The city is so big, even though he is in a cursed state, it is estimated that there will be some time before it is his turn.

Counting the floors.

Soon, the fourth floor arrived.

In a household, the door has been opened, and there are black and blue palm prints on the wall next to it.

The hard iron gate was twisted and deformed, as if torn apart by something abruptly, making people shudder.

A pungent **** smell floated in the dark living room, with a strong smell of rottenness.

Obviously, a desperate horror happened here a few days ago, and I don't know who died.

Yang Jian walked in as usual.

The ground was a little slippery, it was blood that had not dried up yet.

The light shone, covering the feet.

There were clear scratches between the blood.

The scratches extended into the room, and it seemed that someone was dragged in by something, struggling all the way, despairing all the way.

Keep going.

Yang Jian saw the broken nails of women with purple nail polish on them. He also saw the scattered black hair, sticking to dry blood, and some of them were black and smelly.

He wanted to go forward again, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

At the door of the dark room, a small, blue-black figure stood there, biting its fingers, with an innocent look, looking at Yang Jian with a pair of hollow black eyes, and there were several long sticks left at the corners of this thing's mouth. His hair is exactly the same as the one on the ground.

"The second stage ghost infant, you can't touch it." Yang Jian's expression moved slightly, and his heart jumped suddenly. I want to talk about "Mystical Recovery" with more like-minded people. WeChat pays attention to "Excellent Literature", read novels, talk about life, and find friends~