Mysterious Awakening

Chapter 241: The surrounded crowd

"Hoo, hoo!"

Yang Jian was panting heavily. Wang Xiaoming's office was on the twenty-fourth floor, the highest level.

He had taken the stairs all the way, running and jumping, and any normal person would have been exhausted.

He had been exercising during his school years, and his physical fitness was still decent, but now he was so tired that his legs felt short.

"I must exercise well when I go back. Although the Ghost Master is special, I am still an ordinary person at heart. I can't hope to rely on the power of the fierce ghost for everything. It would be too wasteful of life." Yang Jian thought to himself.

But in the end, he made it safely to the twenty-fourth floor.

After circling around, he quickly found Wang Xiaoming's office.

But he also looked at another safety measure.

Surprisingly, he couldn't hear any footsteps coming from below.

In other words, Wang Xiaoming and his team had not come up yet. Even if they were a little slow, they would have fallen behind by five or six floors at most, and he should have heard their footsteps by now.

If it continued like this for five minutes, Yang Jian could conclude that Wang Xiaoming must have encountered danger again.

"Forget it, I'll take that finger first. I need it for the next step. Otherwise, facing the ghost that can even break into the Ghost Domain, there really isn't any particularly good way to block its actions." Yang Jian didn't waste any time and just pushed open the office door.

The lock on this door was not strong. The reason Wang Xiaoming could rest assured leaving things here was because there were usually security personnel here.

The office was messy, with a map of Dachang City on the table, files of various criminal police officers, the details of various supernatural events in Dachang City, and some important experimental data...

Yang Jian quickly found the box containing the ghost baby.

"I shouldn't have lent this thing to Wang Xiaoming so openly. Now I've dug my own grave."

Opening the box, the ghost baby was still motionless, lying inside as if dead, while a dried-up finger pierced it like a sharp dagger.

Yang Jian immediately took out the dried-up finger and closed the box in a hurry, sealing it directly.

As soon as he took out the finger, he felt the ghost baby inside the box come to life, struggling violently, trying to break out from inside.

Unfortunately, the power of the fierce ghost could not affect the gold, and no matter how it struggled, it could not come out.

"Done, time to retreat." Yang Jian left after taking the things, without any delay.

But when he was about to go downstairs, he hesitated for a moment. Should he go down the same way he came up, or take the safe passage on Wang Xiaoming's side?

"No, I think it's better to wait a little longer. At least I'm safe now, no need to rush. If I go down now, I'm very likely to encounter ghosts on the lower floors. Instead of going to support them, it's better to wait for them to gather on their own."

Yang Jian thought for a moment and decided to save his own condition first, recover his strength, and wait for a while.

Time passed slowly.

It was still very quiet around, so quiet that it was a bit scary.

The lights in the corridor looked dim and heavy in the blackish haze, without a hint of brightness.

The coldness around was so strong that one could hardly feel that it was summer in Dachang City.

Yang Jian sat quietly in Wang Xiaoming's office, motionless, listening for any sound outside, as well as any movement.

Although he was on a high floor, he could faintly hear the eerie cries from below, the sound made by the ghost baby after its birth. He also heard some footsteps that shouldn't exist, such as outside the office, where it seemed that someone was walking slowly, but strangely without making a sound, and without any intention of pushing the door open.

Yang Jian stared at the office door until the footsteps outside had gone far away, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Have the ghosts invaded this level? But there's still no sign of Wang Xiaoming and the others. Most likely, they are trapped, and of course, the possibility of them being dead cannot be ruled out. Indeed, following their actions is the most dangerous, but if they are all dead, I will have a hard time dealing with the current situation alone."

He was very conflicted now, whether to actively save them or not.

If he saved them, they might all die together, but if he didn't, so many Ghost Masters would die in vain, which would only make the current situation in Dachang City worse, and in the end, he might also die.

At this moment, on a certain floor of the hospital.

Wang Xiaoming and the others had to stop and continue forward because something in front of them made them feel very uneasy and apprehensive.

A child.

A naked, dark-skinned child.

It stood straight at the corner of the stairs, with a pair of pitch-black, hollow eyes, tilting its head to look at them.

"It's a second-stage ghost baby," Wang Xiaoming's eyes flickered slightly. "But why didn't it attack us when it saw us? Could it be that the conditions triggered by these later-born ghost babies are not cumulative, but separate? The second-stage ghost baby must encounter it before it will attack you?""It's very likely that the ghosts derived from the source don't possess the same abilities as the original ghost. Otherwise, Dachang City would have been doomed long ago, and we wouldn't have lasted until now. Since it's a condition that triggers independently, it should be easier to handle."

"Keep moving forward, bypass this thing, and as long as you don't touch it, there won't be any problems. Zhang Han, you lead the way."

Zhang Han had also seen the child ahead and his palms were sweating with nervousness. He didn't refuse and could only muster the courage to move forward.

Despite the tension, he was somewhat confident in dealing with this entity.

He cautiously walked ahead, getting closer and closer to the eerie child.

But it remained motionless, standing there all the while.

It wasn't until Zhang Han passed by the child that it made no move to attack him. Instead, those strange eyes just watched him, turning its head to follow his direction.

Although it was unnerving to be watched, it was undeniable that the path ahead was safe.

"Professor Wang, it's okay. This child is a bit off. It doesn't seem to want to attack me. Should we take this opportunity to contain it?" Zhang Han whispered in a low voice.

"No need. We've only prepared one containment vessel, and it's better to save it for the original ghost. This second-stage ghost infant poses little threat, provided you don't touch it," Wang Xiaoming said, taking a deep look at the child.

Without the conditions for escalation or indiscriminate killing, a thorough analysis would reveal that it wasn't as terrifying as it seemed.

In the end, it's the fear of the word 'ghost' that leads people to do foolish things.

However, in the next moment.

The child started to move. It didn't chase after Zhang Han above, nor did it attack Wang Xiaoming or the others. Instead, it walked down the stairs aimlessly wandering around the hospital.

Its pair of pitch-black, hollow eyes looked over everyone once but still did not attack.

Everyone carefully avoided it, letting it leave.

"It also exhibits aimless behavior, good. Now we understand both the second and first stages of the ghost infant. We just need to confirm the third stage," Wang Xiaoming thought to himself.

Without direct verification, relying on data alone was indeed not very accurate.

Although it took quite some time.

But as the ghost passed by them, everyone still felt an indescribable sense of relief and joy.

Mastering the method meant a greatly increased chance of survival, even ordinary people could survive in such situations.

However, their celebration was premature.

At this moment, heavy footsteps could be heard from the staircase above, the nearby floors, and even the stairs below.

At the same time, the elevator lights on this floor eerily lit up, indicating that an elevator would soon stop on this level.

It seemed as if something was converging from all directions.