"Are you kidding me? That's one down already?" Zhang Han was stunned; he couldn't even hear the struggling from the ghost controller inside.
A dying toad still hops a few times, or at least twitches its thigh.
Zhao Kaiming sneered, "Who else can he blame for his own death? Thinking he could act recklessly just because he's controlling a ghost. This is a fully revived spirit we're dealing with, the incident has been classified as S-level. The ghosts you people carry aren't even in the same league."
"Once targeted, death is all but certain, and they don't even realize their own limitations. You should know, even Ye Feng met his doom."
Hearing this, and recalling the recent scene, a chill washed over the others, leaving them cold all over.
Wang Xiaoming saw this too, but remained indifferent, simply saying, "Keep moving forward, and stay further away from that door next time, don't touch it again."
"Keep going forward? Professor Wang, if we continue , we're all likely to die here. Maybe we should think of some other way," Sun Yi said fearfully.
Wang Xiaoming replied, "You might die, I might die. If I, an ordinary person, am not afraid, why should you be?"
But that's not the point. You are a world-renowned professor, and I'm just a poor sucker who hasn't even finished paying off my mortgage. How can it be the same? Sun Yi felt heartbroken inside, thinking he too had a high chance of dying here.
The ghosts here kill without a second breath.
Watching Wang Xiaoming bravely continue forward, the others had no choice but to follow.
"Yang Jian, think of something. This isn't looking good. A ghost controller died within minutes, and if this keeps up, we're probably not going to make it out of this hospital," Zhang Han came over and whispered urgently, "Wang Xiaoming is being reckless, we can't afford to be reckless with him."
"Actually, he's not wrong. If we don't resolve this paranormal event, we are all going to die. It seems like we have many choices, but in reality, we have none. We can only fight with all we've got," Yang Jian said calmly while pushing the cart.
"But to sacrifice in vain is still wrong," Zhang Han said. "If we're to go all out, we need to choose the right direction."
Yang Jian responded, "Wang Xiaoming is currently finding the way. Do you think that man died in vain? No, Wang Xiaoming was using that man's life to test the movement patterns of the ghost. It's just unexpected that the man was somewhat weak, or maybe the ghost was too strong, dying quicker than estimated."
"What? Is that so?" Zhang Han looked shocked, hardly able to believe it.
Wang Xiaoming is so ruthless, using our lives for experiments?
"No need to think like that. As long as you survive a ghost attack, everything will be fine. If you don't survive, you can't blame anyone else," Yang Jian said.
And... the bluish-black arms from before looked like those of a child, most likely the Ghost Infant's Second Stage.
Perhaps somewhere between the Second Stage and the Third Stage.
In any case, it's definitely not the Third Stage yet.
Which means, there's more than one ghost here.
"My ghost eyes are getting blurrier; they're being eroded by this bluish-blackness, and in this clash, my ghost eyes are completely at a disadvantage, currently being suppressed," Yang Jian said, as the red in his ghost eyes rapidly disappeared, reverting to a dim blue-black world.
The ghost eyes, drowsy, wanted to close, and even seemed beyond control, like they might fall into an eternal sleep.
If it were any other time, this would be good news for him, but now, this was clearly very bad news.
"Wang Xiaoming, wait a second."
After moving forward for a while, the corridor seemed endless. At that point, Yang Jian realized that his ghost eyes had closed, and he reluctantly called everyone to a halt.
"What's the matter?" Wang Xiaoming said.
"Are you planning to use it now?" Wang Xiaoming frowned, "There's only two-thirds left; it won't last very long."
As the developer of the Ghost Candle, he was of course very clear about its purpose.
But he felt that it should be used against the source, and in the absence of external support, it was the last bit of strategic-level resources.
"It doesn't seem like the time to be sparing," Yang Jian said, "and the thing you're going back to your office to retrieve, if I'm not mistaken, should be that finger."
Wang Xiaoming calmly said, "Exactly, getting that thing will increase our chances of winning just a bit more."
"That's right." Yang Jian led the way, while simultaneously lighting the Ghost Candle.
The eerie green flame flickered, illuminating the surroundings.
Immediately, the dark green aura filling the nearby area dissipated rapidly, and everything around them recovered some light.
The nearby paths became clear to see.
However, at this moment, Yang Jian noticed that the Ghost Candle he held was burning at a surprisingly fast rate, as if accelerating, and started burning quickly. The emerald flame crackled and leaped as if it were struggling to unleash all its energy against something.
While the Ghost Candle was burning, they were able to get a clear look at their surroundings.
What they saw made them gasp in shock.
Below the sign that was supposed to mark the clinic's door, there wasn't a door at all. Standing there were figures with dark green bodies, stiff and unmoving, no longer people—they were all Ghost Infants that were in the midst of growing... true ghosts.
These ghosts had their eyes tightly shut, rigidly still as if they hadn't been awakened.
It turned out that the clinic they had seen before was entirely transformed by ghosts. No wonder the person who kicked the door open died—it must have been a ghost that got woken by that guy. If he didn't kill you, then who else?
But in the next instant, Yang Jian felt someone blow a breath near his ear.
Suddenly, the Ghost Candle went out.
The surroundings plunged back into darkness once again.
"Impossible." Yang Jian looked at the extinguished Ghost Candle in his hand with shock.
Since acquiring the Ghost Candle, this was the first time he had encountered it being extinguished.
And he was sure it was not extinguished by himself, but was forcibly blown out by something.
The chill was as if a fierce ghost was perched on his shoulder, blowing air.
Looking in the direction from which the chill was coming,
Yang Jian saw Zhao Kaiming's gloomy face.
Was he involved in what just happened?
Or was it Zhao Kaiming who had used the power of his own fierce ghost to blow out the Ghost Candle?
However, before he could think further, Wang Xiaoming had already taken the initiative to start running forward.
The light emitted by the Ghost Candle just now had allowed him to clearly identify the path ahead, knowing how to get out of this ghastly place.