In the quiet night, silence prevailed.
But at some point, the sound of dripping water began to echo in the surroundings.
The sound was not coming from the bathroom, but from the ceiling of the apartment building.
Another dripping sound resounded.
The sound came from beside Yang Jian's sleeping bed.
A pungent smell of blood permeated the air.
Instead of water, crimson blood dripped from the cracks in the ceiling.
Soon, the entire roof was soaked in blood, turning it crimson.
Within the blood on the ceiling, a figure of a person could be seen. With an open mouth and blurry facial features, they struggled in pain, resembling a tormented evil spirit, howling and screaming silently.
At that moment, Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes.
He hadn't fallen into a deep sleep, but rather was in a half-awake state, highly sensitive to changes in the outside world.
As he opened his eyes, he didn't see anything unusual in the room.
There was no water dripping from the ceiling, let alone crimson blood.
Everything that had happened seemed like a hallucination, non-existent.
"No, it's not an illusion." Yang Jian suddenly caught sight of a drop of crimson blood staining his pillow beside him.
The blood was thick and sticky.
It had a distinct, rotten smell.
After a moment of contemplation, Yang Jian's expression changed slightly. He immediately sat up, got out of bed, dressed, and left the room.
As soon as he stepped outside, he saw rows of crimson footprints in the hallway. These footprints were formed by coagulated blood, as if someone had been here before. At the entrance of the apartment, the blood footprints appeared particularly chaotic and dense.
The person must have lingered at the door before.
Yang Jian immediately followed these blood footprints.
He traced them along the stairs and out of the apartment building.
Finally, the footprints led him to a resting chair near a green area in the residential area.
In the dim light, a human-shaped figure sat there, seemingly waiting for Yang Jian's arrival.
"Yan Li?" Yang Jian attempted to call out.
The blood left behind was not the trace of an ordinary fierce ghost, but the ghost blood within Yan Li's body.
He was well aware of this.
Therefore, he wasn't alarmed.
"Yang Jian, this should be our last meeting. I don't have much time left. I want to bid farewell and say a few words to you." Yan Li wore a windbreaker, wrapping himself up and wearing a hat, making it impossible to see his appearance.
But blood flowed out of him like a faucet that couldn't be turned off, staining the surrounding area red, coagulating and not dispersing.
"It's been a while since I last saw you, and your situation seems quite dire." Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, walking towards him with a hint of vigilance.
Yan Li said, "You better not get too close to me. The ghost within my body has already revived. I don't know how long my consciousness can last. It's dangerous for you to be near me."
Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat.
Through the nearby streetlight, he could vaguely see that Yan Li's face no longer existed, only a silhouette formed by coagulated blood.
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"What do you want to tell me?" Yang Jian asked.
Yan Li said, "The members of the Club have set their sights on you. You have angered them with the Huanggang Village incident. They plan to kill you because your existence threatens many people. If possible, I suggest you leave Dachang City and live in another city."
"The Xiaqiang Club? If they want to deal with me, they can come. It's impossible for me to leave Dachang City. If I leave here and go to another city, the people there will threaten me and force me to leave again. Where else can I go?" Yang Jian's mouth curled into a cold smile. "If they really want to deal with me, then I'll just kill all the members of the Xiaqiang Club. They're already evil spirits, so what threat do they pose?"
"There's one more thing. The box you entrusted to me was taken by the members of the Xiaqiang Club." Yan Li said, "I'm sorry, I owe you a debt, and I'm afraid I won't have a chance to repay it."
"Is that so? It's fine, I'll just take it back myself." Yang Jian said.
He didn't mention that the box was fake and that he had switched it himself.
"There's one last thing I want to ask of you." Yan Li continued.
"Tell me." Yang Jian said, "If it's too difficult, I may not be able to help."
"I don't think it's a good idea to leave my wife and child in Dachang City. I want you to tell them to return to our hometown." Yan Li said.
Yang Jian said, "You can do that yourself. Make a phone call or something, you should still be able to do it, right?"
"I've been targeted by the members of the Xiaqiang Club. I haven't been in contact with my family for several days. Besides you, no one knows the address of my family. I don't want to expose them, especially when I'm about to die." Yan Li said.
"Alright, I'll personally inform your family." Yang Jian said.
"Thank you." Yan Li said, "It's almost time for me to go."
"Where are you going?"
Yan Li said, "I'm going to find a place where no one is around to die. I absolutely cannot revive within Dachang City. If this ghost appears in Dachang City, you won't be able to handle it."
After saying that, he stood up and got into a nearby sports car.
Without any hesitation, the engine roared to life.
The sports car quickly accelerated to over a hundred miles per hour and continued to speed up, eventually disappearing at the intersection.
"Another Ghost Tamer has died." Yang Jian saw Yan Li leave and his gaze flickered, his mood becoming complicated.His appearance this time was to bid farewell.
Yan Li's condition had obviously deteriorated to the point where he could no longer suppress the fierce ghost. Even if he didn't use the power of the ghost, the ghost itself would emerge.
"Perhaps if you had gone with me to Huanggang Village, you wouldn't have ended up ."
Yang Jian thought to himself.
But then he shook his head slightly.
Perhaps if he had gone to Huanggang Village, he would have died even faster. After all, out of that group of people, only he and Zhang Han had survived.
The car engine was roaring.
The roads were sparse with vehicles in the early morning.
Yan Li's car speed soared to over two hundred miles per hour, running through red lights, driving against traffic, and rushing out of the city at the fastest speed.
The surrounding scenery was retreating crazily.
At such a speed, even a slight collision could result in a fatal accident.
But he was not afraid at all.
Because he was already dead.
He was just retaining some consciousness.
So he just stepped on the gas pedal as hard as he could, going as far as he could. If he was unlucky and had a car accident, Yan Li wouldn't care.
After all, he had tried his best. If the ghost in his body appeared in the city, there was nothing he could do.
It seemed that heaven was still somewhat favoring him.
Along the way, he didn't have any accidents, but smoothly got on the highway and left the city.
The car was still racing, speeding.
Having left the city, he was now doing his best to get as far away from the city as possible. If possible, it would be best to find a deserted field or mountain area.
Perhaps realizing that he might be close to death.
Despite his reluctance to contact his family, Yan Li couldn't help but pick up the phone on the passenger seat.
His hand was no longer visible under the flesh and blood, wrapped in fresh blood, shapeless.
But just as he picked up the phone and was about to dial.
His entire arm melted into a pool of thick blood and splashed onto the seat.
This thought flashed through Yan Li's mind.
His legs, body, and head were all beginning to melt at this moment.
The blood that was formed almost filled the entire car.
The sports car lost control, rushed off the highway, sprinted a short distance in the field, and then rolled over.
The car began to shatter,
Finally, it rolled into a pit and stopped.
The sports car was smoking heavily, but before it could catch fire, the smoke had already extinguished.
The thick blood, like a spring being opened, gushed out from the car, and it gushed out more and more, eventually submerging the crashed car... Even so, the gushing blood did not stop. In less than half an hour, the thick blood filled the mud pit, forming a blood pool.
As time passed, the blood pool gradually expanded, turning into a crimson pond.
After an unknown amount of time.
A ferocious arm stained with blood stretched out from the blood pool.
A human silhouette, in a strange posture, slowly crawled out of the blood.
It didn't choose the city of Da Chang behind it, but crawled towards the nearest village.
A bloody trail was left in the field, stretching all the way...