Dull, depressing, almost breathless.
It was like a ghost pressing down on the bed. Although his consciousness was clear, his whole body could not move.
The dim room seemed to have turned into a dark cage at this moment. Yang Jian was the prisoner in this cage. He could not break free or escape. He seemed to sink forever and live forever.
Suddenly.
On the dark ceiling, the darkness gradually condensed, as if it had turned into the shape of an eye.
The eye was so big that it took up the entire ceiling. Although he didn't open it, Yang Jian could feel that the huge eye was peering at him, and a strange gaze always stayed on him.
"Gulu~!"
Yang Jian felt the skin on his cheek go cold, as if something had forced it open, and a red eye was revealed in the flesh.
A strange perspective came into my mind.
At the same time, something seemed to be drilling and wandering around in the body. The thing was trying to stretch the skin and almost tear it. A severe pain spread, as if it was being tortured. It's unbearable.
However, Yang Jian was conscious, but his whole body was still unable to move.
I could only let the damn thing in my body move unbridled. I wanted to cry out in pain, but my mouth only moved slightly, unable to open, and unable to make any sound.
This didn't just last a little while.
Instead, it lasted for two or three hours.
Yang Jian never fell asleep. He had endured this tearing pain for two or three hours. He didn't even know that he had endured it like this. He only knew that this period of time seemed as long as a lifetime. .
It's about six o'clock in the afternoon.
The pain in his body quickly disappeared and he regained consciousness.
Almost as soon as he could move, he sat up from the bed, sweating all over his body and breathing heavily.
Yang Jian raised his palms, almost trembling instinctively.
"I, what's going on? My body is out of control, and I just felt as if my whole body was about to split, as if something was about to come out of it. Could it be that it was affected by that eye? ?... ."
He was silent for a while looking at his trembling palms.
Suddenly, a piece of dark brown paper was taken out from his pocket.
"Tell me what happened to me before." Yang Jian spoke to the parchment.
Soon, a line of writing appeared on the parchment: I woke up in pain today. I can feel the ghost gradually resurrecting in my body. Because I used too much ghost power in school, I can't live long. .. ...But now I still have to endure the pain of being tortured by that thing in my body, because... ...I still want to live.
Will the evil spirit revive
really.
Yang Jian fell into silence again.
He began to follow Zhou Zheng's path, enduring the torture of the evil ghost's resurgence, and then one day being killed by the ghost in his body.
Is this the price of survival
"How long can I live?" Yang Jian continued to ask.
Writing appeared on the parchment again: If I don't think of other solutions as soon as possible, I don't think I can survive more than three months under such torture.
Three months
This is simply faster than dying from cancer. If you still have to endure such torture every day, it is indeed as Zhou Zheng said, death is really a relief.
It is absolutely impossible for Yang Jian not to panic at this moment.
He is still young and still studying, and his parents at home still need to be taken care of by themselves in the future.
What will your parents do if you die
No.
I can't die, at least not now.
Yang Jian suddenly stood up, staring at the parchment in front of him: "You are very weird. I can't believe what you say. You said that if I die in three months, I will die in three months? Did you say that before?" If you say I will die in school, won't the outcome change? You don't know the future at all, you can only judge what is likely to happen next based on the current situation."
"But I can be sure of one thing, you must know very, very much."
"What the hell are you?"
There was no movement on the parchment, and no writing emerged. It seemed that he had chosen silence.
"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, I will figure it out sooner or later." Yang Jian said.
Thinking about Li Gui, he suddenly remembered something and picked up Zhou Zheng's satellite positioning phone from the side. A text message was displayed on it.
is the address of a website.
"That URL Zhao Jianguo gave me, maybe I can get some useful information from that website." Yang Jian immediately turned on the computer and entered the URL above.
A special website has nothing but a blank space, as if the website does not exist.
He knew this was just a covert measure.
Then he picked up Zhou Zheng's cell phone and typed the number code he printed on the phone on the keyboard.
Immediately, the web page refreshed, the website jumped, and the web page appeared.
Yang Jian glanced at it briefly. All of them were emergencies from around the world, requests for support from ghost controllers, and bounties offered by various governments.
Most of them are easily worth over 100 million US dollars, and of course there are also tens of millions in rewards.
He clicked on one: "A C-class ghost appeared in a certain state in the United States, codenamed Ghost Church, and a reward of 30 million US dollars is offered to solve it."
There is also a video above.
In the video, it looked like a church. The wall outside the church was covered with moss and mottled. It was very old. But at the door of the church, Yang Jian saw a blurry figure standing there, although he could not see clearly. His appearance was different, but he could feel that it was a person, a human figure to be precise, but this person revealed a permeating weirdness.
However, soon, suddenly a fighter jet roared past the sky above the church, and a missile crashed down, hitting the church accurately.
The flames of the explosion engulfed the church.
Obviously, the US military chose a strong and direct military strike.
"Will it be useful?" Yang Jian looked carefully.
But soon, when the strong light gradually receded, his eyes narrowed.
The church still stood there intact in the firelight. A missile with such a wide range of damage did not even blow up a piece of the church's wall.
Later, in the video, he saw the dark figure standing at the door of the church slowly walking out, and the dark figure stepped closer towards the direction of the camera.
Chi...
The video instantly blurred and the image disappeared.
There are many comments below the video:
"Fake, thirty million dollars to solve this thing? Go to hell with the President of the United States, keep your money to buy lollipops for your children, this thing is defined as C-level? Do you want to trick us into being cannon fodder?"
An American netizen commented, but there are Chinese translations and translations of other words below the English, which can be understood at a glance.
"Although the video conceals something, it can be judged that this is a ghost that can affect the surrounding things. It is probably not far from forming a ghost realm. Class B is the least. If you have some conscience, it is not an exaggeration to define it to A. America The people are indeed living in dire straits, and newcomers will probably be fooled to death if they don’t understand." A domestic netizen replied.
"He's about to die anyway, so he forms a team to make money and begs his teammates to take him away. It's so cute."
“You can’t believe even one frame of Lao Mi’s video bounty.”
Yang Jian read the comments and pondered: "Do ghosts still have levels? Check."