Mysterious Revival

"Huff, huff!"

Yang Jian was gasping for breath at this moment, this Wang Xiaoming's office was on the twenty-fourth floor, which was also the topmost floor.

He had taken the stairs all the way, even running and jumping, any normal person would be exhausted by now.

During his years at school, he had exercised regularly and considered his physical fitness quite good, but even so, now his legs were about to give out from fatigue.

"After I go back, I must exercise properly. Although ghost hunters are special, deep down we're still ordinary people. One can't expect to rely on the power of vengeful spirits for all the strenuous tasks, that would be too much of a waste of life. One still needs to keep up with physical tasks and can't get too weak," Yang Jian thought to himself.

But in the end, he safely made it to the twenty-fourth floor without any incidents.

After looking around for a bit, he quickly found Wang Xiaoming's office.

However, he looked toward another safety passageway.

He couldn't hear any footsteps coming up from below, not even the slightest sound.

This meant that Wang Xiaoming and his team had yet to come up. Even if they were moving a step slower, they should only be five or six floors behind at most, and their footsteps should be audible by now.

If it's still like this in five minutes, Yang Jian could conclude that Wang Xiaoming must have encountered danger, most likely gotten lost on one of the floors, or encountered a ghost.

"Never mind that for now, I have to get that finger first. Having that object will facilitate the next steps. Otherwise, there's no really good way to restrict the movement of a ghost that can even break into the Ghost Domain," Yang Jian didn't waste time and directly kicked open the office door.

The lock on this type of door wasn't secure. The reason Wang Xiaoming could leave things here was because there were security personnel around usually.

The office was in disarray, with a map of Dachang City on the desk, ghost hunter profiles, the details of various supernatural incidents in Dachang City, and some important experimental materials...

Yang Jian searched and quickly found the box containing the Ghost Infant.

"I never should have lent that thing to Wang Xiaoming so freely; now I've screwed myself over."

Upon opening the box, the Ghost Infant was still motionless, lying inside as if it were dead, while a withered finger pierced it like a sharp dagger.

Yang Jian immediately took out the withered finger and hastily sealed the box shut again.

No sooner had he taken out the finger than he felt the Ghost Infant inside come to life, struggling violently to break free.

Unfortunately, the power of a vengeful spirit couldn't affect gold, so no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't get out.

"Done, time to retreat." Yang Jian took the object and left without any delay.

But when he was about to go downstairs, he hesitated, wondering whether to go back the way he had come up or to take the safety passage that Wang Xiaoming had taken.

"No, I think it's better to wait a little longer. At least I'm safe now, no need to rush. At this moment, going downstairs, I could very likely encounter ghosts on those floors. Instead of going to support them, it's better to wait for them to regroup with me," he reflected.

Yang Jian decided it was best to preserve his own condition, restore some energy, and wait for a moment.

Time passed gradually.

The surroundings were still very silent, eerily so.

The lights in the corridor were hazy and dim amidst the dark bluish haze, with not a twinkle of brightness.

The pervasive chilliness made one feel none of the summer of Dachang City.

Yang Jian sat quietly in Wang Xiaoming's office, waiting.

He was completely still, listening for any sounds or movement from outside.

Even though he was on a high floor, he could faintly hear the creepy crying coming from downstairs—the sound produced by the Ghost Infant after birth—as well as some footsteps that shouldn't exist. For instance, right outside the office, it seemed as if someone was slowly making their way here, yet eerily, they made not a single sound, nor was there any sign of the door being pushed open.

Yang Jian stared at the office door until the footsteps from outside faded away before he breathed a small sigh of relief.

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"Has the ghost already invaded this floor? Yet there's no sign from Wang Xiaoming and the others—they're mostly likely trapped. Of course, I also can't rule out the possibility that they're already dead. True enough, acting with them is the most dangerous. But then again, if they are all dead, it will be difficult for me alone to resolve the current situation."

He was now torn between whether to actively rescue them or not to do so.

Saving him might mean dying together, but not saving him would mean letting so many ghost controllers die in vain, which would only make the situation in Dachang City go from bad to worse, and in the end, we might not be able to escape death either.

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

Wang Xiaoming and the others had no choice but to stop their progression forward because the thing standing in front of them made them feel extremely uneasy and wary.

A child.

A naked child with a blue-black complexion.

It just stood stiffly at the corner of the staircase, tilting its head as it stared at everyone with a pair of pitch-black, hollow eyes.

"It's a Ghost Infant from the Second Stage."

Wang Xiaoming's gaze shifted slightly, "But it saw us, so why didn't it attack us? Could it be that the conditions triggered by these later-born Ghost Infants are not cumulative, but individual? Does the Second Stage Ghost Infant only attack if you touch it?"

"Very likely. A derivative ghost can't possibly have the same abilities as the original source. If that were the case, Dachang City would have been finished long ago and wouldn't have dragged on until now. Since the trigger condition is individual, we've got an advantage."

"Keep moving forward, bypass this thing, and don't touch it. Then we'll be fine. Zhang Han, lead the way."

Zhang Han had also seen the child up ahead and was so nervous that his palms were sweating. He didn't refuse and simply continued on, steeling himself.

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Cautiously, he walked ahead, drawing ever closer to this eerie child.

But it remained still, continuing to stand there.

Even as Zhang Han passed the child, it didn't attack him, just watched him with those eerie eyes, turning its head following his direction.

Despite the hair-raising stare, it was undeniable that the path ahead was safe.

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

"No need, we only prepared one containment unit, and it's better to save it for the original ghost. The threat from a Second Stage Ghost Infant is not that great, as long as you don't touch it," Wang Xiaoming took a deep look at the child.

Without the condition of overlap and indiscriminate killing, only after thoroughly analyzing it, can we realize it's not that terrifying.

After all, it's the fear of the word 'ghost' in humans that leads to such great taboo, and under fear, people can do stupid things.

However, in the next moment.

The child started to move, not going after Zhang Han above, nor did it attack Wang Xiaoming or the others, but instead, it walked down the stairs, roaming aimlessly around the hospital.

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

Everyone carefully avoided it, letting it leave.

"It also has the characteristic of aimless movement, which is good; we've understood the Ghost Infants from the First and Second Stages. Now we just need to confirm the Third Stage Ghost Infant," Wang Xiaoming thought to himself.

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

Although a considerable amount of time had been wasted.

But seeing a ghost simply pass by like this, everyone still felt an unspeakable sense of relief and joy.

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

Yet they were celebrating too soon at this moment.

At that time, the staircase above, the nearby floors, and the staircase below all began to echo with heavy footsteps.

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

It seemed like something was encroaching from all directions.