It has been a full seven days since Yang Jian disappeared.

A lot can change in seven days.

For example, the scope of the fall of Dachang City has been expanding, from the city center to almost the entire city.

The entire city is shrouded in darkness, emitting the smell of death.

During this time, countless people have died in the darkness, and countless desperate and terrifying things have happened. However, there are still survivors hiding in various corners of the city.

Because just seven days ago, when Wang Xiaoming saw the changes in Yang Jian’s body, he felt a glimmer of hope. He chose to publicly announce the changes in the third-stage ghost infant, and through the action of the Criminal Investigation Headquarters, broadcasted it throughout the city.

Even though the power was out.

There were still people in the city. After all, the time of terror was not long, and most people were still alive and able to carry out some rescue operations.

At a heavy cost, the broadcast still went out throughout the city, spreading through various methods, allowing the surviving citizens to find a place to hide, not to look, not to make a sound, and most importantly, not to come into contact with those things.

This allowed many citizens to survive.

But it was only a temporary solution.

Seven days passed, and with no water, no power, and a shortage of food, people could not hold on for much longer.

Even if they were not killed, they would starve or die of thirst hiding in some corner.

“Has there been any news?”

Outside the command center of Dachang City, Cao Yanhua slammed the conference table. He was getting more and more impatient every day. As the observer and liaison officer for Dachang City, there was still no news from the other side.

“Yang Jian may have failed. His satellite phone has not moved at all. If he succeeded, he would have reconnected. I have arranged for three operators to be on duty with Liu Xiaoyu 24 hours a day.”

Zhao Jianguo looked somewhat haggard. Although he did not want to believe this result, the facts were in front of him, and he couldn’t help but feel despair.

Yang Jian was risking less than a 20% chance to solve this supernatural event alone. To be honest, he admired this kind of spirit and courage.

“How is Professor Wang doing?” Cao Yanhua fell silent for a moment, gritting his teeth.

Zhao Jianguo said, “The safe house plan is very effective. Professor Wang is very safe inside. There was some unexplained thing that knocked on the safe house for three hours last night, but eventually chose to leave. The golden barrier isolated everything. It seems that those fierce ghosts knew there was a target inside, but couldn’t get in.”

“However, the safe house was not built completely, lacking the support of supporting facilities. In addition, the number of people entering the safe house has reached its limit, so…”

“In two days at most, the safe house will have to be opened to replenish supplies. But once the safe house is opened, it will attract something terrifying. No one can predict what will happen when they encounter the fourth-stage ghost infant and the source ghost while replenishing supplies. It will be extremely dangerous.”

“But if Professor Wang can survive this crisis and re-enter the safe house, he can hold on until the rescue arrives.”

The so-called rescue also involved some kind of eerie and terrifying method to take Wang Xiaoming out of Dachang City alone.

As for the others, they could only be abandoned.

“This is not the worst.”

Beside him, Major General Li Jun said with a serious face, “The time that the survivors in the city can hold on has reached its limit. If we can’t turn the situation around in the next few days, the casualties in Dachang City will increase rapidly, and it will eventually become a dead city. By then, it will fall and become the first major city to fall globally.”

“Perhaps we should consider the worst outcome…” Cao Yanhua’s face looked particularly grim.

The worst outcome was to seal off the surrounding area of Dachang City, evacuate from here, establish it as a restricted area, and monitor it closely, trying to control this thing from spreading out as much as possible.

But doing so would mean giving up on Dachang City.

But how long has it been?

From the appearance of the supernatural event to the rapid increase in numbers, from being controllable to gradually losing control, and now it was not just a matter of gradually losing control, but evolving into a major disaster. This famine ghost event was just one of the signs. There were several other signs that had appeared before, but they were all fortunately extinguished by people from abroad.

At the same time.

Inside Dachang City.

In the room where Yang Jian hanged himself.

The resurrected Yang Jian stood stiffly in front of the ghost mirror at this moment. His body was facing away from the ghost mirror, but his head was facing the mirror, looking eerie and terrifying.

His head had turned a full 180 degrees, not just a brief twist, but as if his entire head had come off, and even medical means could not fix it unless the entire spine was repositioned.

But that kind of surgery would surely be fatal.

There was no reflection of Yang Jian’s figure in the ghost mirror. Perhaps he was no longer human, but a ghost.

The ghost mirror could not reflect the shadow of a ghost, because that would not conform to the rules of the ghost mirror. It only resurrected people, not ghosts.

And there was no need to resurrect ghosts, because ghosts do not die.

In the smooth and bright ghost mirror, there was not nothing. A charred hand lay beneath the mirror.

Not outside the mirror, but inside the mirror.

Yang Jian looked at the mirror for a moment, then raised his hands.

His hands were usually warm, but now they were cold, stiff, and covered with livor mortis.

Because the resurrection was not complete, Yang Jian had only resurrected half of his body. His front was human, but his back was a ghost.

The hands he raised now held his own head.

“Crack, crack~!”

With a series of slight cracking sounds, he slowly twisted his head back to face the back.

His hands were now black, as if covered by something, with a layer of darkness that could not be dispelled.Just like that, Yang Jian forcefully twisted his head half a circle and wrenched it back into place.

He seemed to feel nothing amiss; on the contrary, he was extremely calm and composed.

Having resurrected from death and taken control of a terrifying specter, Yang Jian had gained much, yet it seemed he had also lost much.

“It’s time to leave.”

Yang Jian spoke slowly, his voice devoid of echo, sending shivers down one’s spine.

He picked up the black cloth and covered the ghost mirror with it, then prepared to leave this place with it in tow.

But as soon as he took a step, the ghost rope around his neck tugged at him.

Yang Jian glanced at it and yanked it off his neck.

The ghost rope that had been tightly strangling his neck was forcefully torn off, leaving a deep indentation clearly visible.

In his hand, the ghost rope seemed to have lost its reaction, as if it had lost its eerie power and had also fallen silent.

But Yang Jian knew that the ghost rope had not.

It was only calm in his hands; once it left him, it would become a terrifying specter once again.

After all, only a ghost can deal with another ghost.

Accompanied by the sound of a car engine starting.

Yang Jian drove a pickup truck, taking the ghost mirror with him, and left the neighborhood, preparing to return to Guanjiang Residential Area.

He did not start to look for the source ghost.

That would be a fight without odds of winning, but he probably wouldn’t die either.

Because the source ghost is a true ghost.

According to the plan, even if he succeeded, Yang Jian would only have the means to contact the source ghost, not like before when he could only flee for his life. To resolve the issue, he must carry out the second step of the plan.

But before that, he wanted to see how the people he had left in the residential area were doing, whether they had died or not.

“Wuu wuu~!”

From a certain floor in the Guanjiang Residential Area, suppressed crying could be heard.

It was Wang Bin and Wang Haiyan, husband and wife.

In front of them lay a body covered with a white cloth, with two candles lit beside it, casting a faint light in this gloomy place, making the surroundings exceptionally eerie.

Any person would be scared to death in such an environment.

But Wang Bin and his wife were neither avoiding nor afraid.

Because the body in front of them was their deceased daughter, and having seen real specters, this was nothing to them.

Their daughter’s body would not harm them, and there were more terrifying things lurking outside.

“Later, I’ll carry our daughter’s body down for cremation. We can’t leave it any longer; it will start to decay.” Wang Bin, after a long silence, made a decision.

“No, it’s too dangerous outside. We still have enough food and water for over a month. Don’t take the risk.” Wang Haiyan, while crying, clutched her husband’s hand, not wanting him to take the risk.

Wang Bin said, “But we can’t just watch our daughter’s body rot here, can we? Don’t worry, if I don’t make noise and don’t provoke those things, I should be fine. There’s diesel prepared by Director Zhang outside; I’ll cremate our daughter’s body and come back.”

Although he was trembling and afraid.

But as a father, his duty did not allow such a tragic event to happen; even at the risk, he had to fulfill his last responsibility.

“That’s the decision.”

Wang Bin did not want to hesitate any longer. As a successful man, he had strong self-control and knew that the longer he hesitated, the more likely he was to back down. Only by taking swift action could he get things done.

Soon, he prepared himself, and with Wang Haiyan’s help, he carried Wang Shanshan’s body on his back and then left the house.

Wang Haiyan, in the end, did not stop him, only crying out, “Be careful.”

“Keep it down, I’m leaving. Lock the door and wait here, I’ll be back after I’m done.”

Wang Bin whispered sharply, one hand supporting the body on his back, the other holding a candle as he stepped out the door.

Without electricity, the candle was the only source of light.

But what he held was not a ghost candle; it could not dispel specters, only illuminate the path ahead to prevent him from stumbling and falling.

But carrying his daughter’s body and holding a candle, facing the terror that might appear around him at any moment.

Wang Bin’s whole body was trembling.

A successful man in his forties, who once thought nothing could bring him down, now knew he was wrong.

When terror struck, he was as fearful and desperate as anyone else.

If it weren’t for the responsibility of being a father sustaining him, he probably would have already collapsed.

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