Chapter 10

"Hold hands, follow me, and don't get lost. I can lead you out of this teaching building."

"Zhang Wei, why is your hand so sweaty?" Yang Jian asked.

Zhang Wei replied seriously, "Sweat? How could my hand be sweaty? Yang Jian, you're overthinking it. This is clearly urine, child's urine, used to ward off evil. I just peed a little while ago, it's still warm. Feel it again."

As he spoke, he grabbed Yang Jian's hand and smeared it without restraint.

"Damn, you're too disgusting," Yang Jian said. "Stop holding my hand, go away."

"Don't be like that. I don't mind you. Do you mind me? It's just a little urine, what's the big deal? I'll let you pee it back out when we get out," Zhang Wei said.

"Yang Jian, can you really get us out of here?" Xiao Shan asked from behind.

Yang Jian led them down the stairs without any sign of getting lost. He said, "Of course. I've figured out a bit about this so-called ghost domain. It's shrouded in darkness, and ordinary people entering here easily experience hallucinations. What they see isn't necessarily real, but there are still some things I can't understand. If everything goes well, leaving here shouldn't be difficult... Stop, there's something ahead."

Suddenly, he shouted and immediately stopped.

At the entrance of the first-floor staircase, he saw several classmates who were lost here. They stood there like wooden figures, stiff and motionless.

They were the ones who had left with Fang Jing earlier.

However, only some of them were left here, not all.

"Is that Zhao Qiang?"

Yang Jian's expression changed, and his gaze fell on a male classmate.

This Zhao Qiang was one of the culprits who had pushed him into the toilet with Fang Jing, Duan Peng, and Zheng Fei.

"Fang Jing isn't here, so these people were abandoned by him?"

Yang Jian frowned. "It seems Fang Jing is using the same trick again. He wants to use these people's lives to hold back the ghosts."

If that's true, it's karma.

He stepped forward and patted Zhao Qiang, intending to ask him about the situation.

Zhao Qiang, who was standing stiffly with his back to Yang Jian, slowly turned his head. His body didn't move, but his head turned 180 degrees in a bizarre manner, and a pair of lifeless eyes stared at Yang Jian blankly.

Yang Jian took a few steps back in fright.

Dead, dead?

If he's already dead, why can he still move?

Is he about to become a ghost too?

Yang Jian was on high alert, feeling increasingly nervous.

If more ghosts appear, we're really in trouble.

However, Zhao Qiang's body remained motionless, just slowly turning his head back and continuing to stand there stiffly, facing away from everyone.

"No reaction... It seems he's not a threat for now."

He observed and felt a bit relieved.

"Zhang Wei, come this way. There's something blocking the path ahead, let's go around it." Then he led the others around the bodies.

Since Zhao Qiang has met such a fate, Yang Jian no longer held a grudge against him for his past actions.

Dead men don't owe debts.

But the culprit is Fang Jing.

"Ha ha ha~!"

Suddenly, a chilling scream echoed through the staircase, piercing through the layers of darkness and reaching everyone's ears.

"What, what is that? It sounds like a baby's cry, but not quite," a classmate asked, trembling with fear.

Zhang Wei said, "Maybe your mom is calling you to come home for dinner."

"Your mom would call you like that. I think it's probably a ghost."

"Know that and still ask?"

Zhang Wei said, "If it's not a ghost, then it must be a beautiful girl asking you out. We're in a horror movie, not at school."

He was now a hot-tempered guy, picking fights with everyone.

"Don't waste time, let's go. It's a ghost baby, and it's coming after us." Yang Jian's face darkened, and he immediately said.

This was the ghost that had come out of Zhou Zheng's body, named Ghost Baby.

Although its danger level was unclear, it was still very dangerous.

"Damn, it really came. Even hanging oneself needs a breath." Zhang Wei was scared stiff and hurriedly fled.

Everyone sped up, and under Yang Jian's lead, they left the teaching building as quickly as possible.

Finally, they had walked out of the maze-like staircase, and the remaining people felt that hope was within reach.

But at this moment.

A blue-black baby crawled along the wall at a terrifying and bizarre speed, like a spider.

Its large, round, black eyes looked at everyone, devoid of any human emotion, only a strange, lifeless gaze.

It seemed to recognize Yang Jian in front, and suddenly let out a strange cry, reaching out its arm to grab him.

The baby's thin arm was bizarrely elongated, moving quickly through the darkness.

Yang Jian, who was walking in front, didn't notice this.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian suddenly felt a chill approaching from behind. This feeling... was exactly the same as when he was attacked by the ghost in the toilet.

He was about to turn around, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. The skin on the back of his head was torn open, and a blood-red eye suddenly appeared.

"Ah~!"

The pain made him stop, and he almost fell, holding onto the wall for support.

A strange cry echoed, and the baby's arm that had been approaching through the darkness suddenly stopped behind him.

A red eye appeared on the back of Yang Jian's head, staring intently at the baby's hand, emitting a faint red light, seemingly preventing its attack.

The Ghost Baby's head turned halfway, looking at Yang Jian strangely, and its elongated arm slowly retracted.

"Yang Jian, why did you stop?" someone asked.

The pain gradually subsided, and Yang Jian caught his breath. "No, nothing. I was just attacked by the Ghost Baby, but I'm fine."

He subconsciously touched the back of his head.

He felt a chill.

He touched an eye.

The view behind him was transmitted to his mind, and he could now see what was behind him.

"Was it this thing that saved me?"

Yang Jian recalled Zhou Zheng's words and thought to himself, "This eye is also a ghost. It is gradually reviving under constant stimulation. Once it reaches a certain limit, it will kill me, just like Zhou Zheng..."

Is this what a ghost master is?

A human controlling the power of an evil ghost.

But also controlled by the ghost.

Yang Jian's lips curled into a bitter smile. What is this?

The price of obtaining the power of an evil ghost

is a countdown to death.

The Ghost Baby's attack on Yang Jian failed, but it didn't give up. It quickly crawled down the stairs at a speed no human could match. Finally, it leaped from the ground and suddenly hugged a female classmate from behind, wrapping its long arms around her neck, hanging on her.

The female classmate's eyes widened in fear. She screamed frantically, grabbing the arms around her neck, trying to shake off the Ghost Baby.

"Wang Shanshan, are you... okay?"

The other classmates, terrified, quickly took out their phones and shone the light on Wang Shanshan.

Under the light, the baby's head was tilted, looking at everyone. Its thin arms had a strength beyond a human's, tightly strangling Wang Shanshan's neck, as if trying to break it. Wang Shanshan couldn't speak, her head raised, almost suffocating, her face turning red, in great pain. Strangely, the baby's skin seemed to stick to Wang Shanshan's when they touched.