Chapter 11

Under the dim light, a blue-black infant was seen lying next to Wang Shanshan, its pitch-black eyes sizing him up. At this moment, everyone's heart was almost on the verge of collapse from fear.

"Ah~!"

Everyone screamed, their fear erupting, and they instinctively fled from Wang Shanshan's side.

"Damn it, if this ghost infant can't attack me, is it going to attack others instead?" Yang Jian clenched his fists tightly, feeling utterly helpless.

He wanted to save her, but he didn't dare to get closer.

The eye on his body could only see through the darkness in the ghostly realm, and his instinctive actions were only for self-preservation; he had no means to deal with the ghost infant.

"Go."

Biting his lip, he almost instinctively wanted to run.

"Ke, keke, save, save me..."

Wang Shanshan's face was full of pain. She opened her mouth like a dying fish, her hand struggling to reach out to Yang Jian, as if it were her last hope, and she managed to utter a plea for help.

Although Yang Jian didn't turn around, the eye on the back of his head saw this scene.

Seeing his classmate Wang Shanshan's painful plea for help, he instinctively stopped his escape.

This scene was eerily similar to when Fang Jing pushed him into the toilet.

Wang Shanshan was still conscious, though she was filled with fear. In her moment of despair, she desperately hoped someone could help her.

"If I leave now, how am I any different from Fang Jing, using a classmate's life to hold off a ghost just to save myself?"

Yang Jian's heart was torn: "Wang Shanshan is different from Duan Peng and Zheng Fei. Duan Peng and Zheng Fei deserved their fate for trying to kill me to save themselves."

"Besides, I'm now a ghost master, possessing the power of a ghost. I'm no longer an ordinary person, and saving her doesn't necessarily mean I'll die."

In an instant, many thoughts raced through his mind.

The ghost eye on the back of his head kept watching Wang Shanshan, seeing her painful struggle and her arm gradually drooping.

If he didn't save her, Wang Shanshan would surely be strangled to death by the ghost infant.

"Damn it."

Yang Jian cursed, immediately turned around, and ran over, striking the ghost infant's head with a punch without hesitation.

If this scene were uploaded to the internet, his violent beating of a baby would surely be met with intense criticism from keyboard warriors.

The ghost infant, after being punched, had a part of its head caved in, but it didn't suffer any real damage. Its pitch-black eyes looked at Yang Jian strangely.

"Ha ha ha..."

With a strange cry, the ghost infant seemed enraged, released Wang Shanshan, and pounced on Yang Jian. Its cheeks split open, and its mouth opened beyond human limits, swallowing half of his arm.

It was cold and sticky, like being sucked into a black hole. Not only could he not pull his arm out, but his entire body was being drawn into that black mouth.

"Cough, cough."

Wang Shanshan was almost sitting on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Am I going to be eaten?"

Yang Jian felt his body being melted, as if all his flesh and blood were being sucked into that mouth, and he would soon be devoured alive.

However,

A sharp pain came from his arm.

It felt like his flesh was being torn open, and his soul was being crushed.

The ghost infant let out a painful cry, spat out Yang Jian's arm, and fell to the ground, then quickly crawled away, seemingly fleeing, and soon disappeared up the stairs.

"Damn it, this feeling again."

Yang Jian was drenched in cold sweat, trembling in pain, and couldn't help but scream.

He saw that the half of his arm that the ghost infant had swallowed was glowing red, and the flesh had been torn open, with several crimson eyes emerging from the wound.

Previously, there was only one eye on his hand, and after being attacked by the ghost infant, a second eye appeared on the back of his head.

But now, after being bitten, four more eyes had suddenly grown.

The number of red eyes had rapidly increased.

Perhaps this was why the ghost infant was driven back.

"Yang, Yang Jian, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Wang Shanshan, having narrowly escaped death, was still in shock, her face full of fear, but she knew that Yang Jian had saved her.

Seeing Yang Jian writhing in pain on the ground, she asked with urgency, reaching out to help him up.

Suddenly,

Yang Jian's struggling stopped, and his arm, in an unnatural position, suddenly extended and grabbed Wang Shanshan's hand, a movement no normal person could make.

The five eyes on his arm rotated and stared at her.

"Ah~!"

Wang Shanshan was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground, screaming.

But soon, the five eyes on his arm closed.

At this moment, Yang Jian's voice sounded: "I'm fine. Being a good person is really hard. I almost got myself killed trying to save you. I really can't be as heartless as Fang Jing."

The pain quickly subsided, and he stood up, leaning against the wall, his muscles twitching.

He really didn't want to experience that soul-crushing pain again.

"Being bitten by that thing feels like being devoured whole. This must be the power of the ghost infant in Zhou Zheng's stomach. It's truly terrifying... and it seems to be growing."

Yang Jian looked at his arm, feeling something moving under the flesh, ready to emerge at any moment.

The presence of the eyes was becoming more intense.

They were indeed reviving.

"Sorry, sorry, I've dragged you down." Wang Shanshan said softly.

"It's okay. Saving you was my personal choice. I just don't want to become someone like Fang Jing, who will do anything to survive. And from the moment I was pushed into the toilet, I was already dead. Now, I'm just clinging to life with the power of a ghost. Every extra minute is a bonus. Even if I hadn't saved you, I wouldn't have lived much longer." Yang Jian said.

After everything that had happened, he understood his situation.

"Don't just stand there, come with me. If that thing comes back, we'll both die here." Yang Jian said through the pain.

Wang Shanshan, with a sob, said, "I, I have no strength, I can't walk."

"Movies are right; in a crisis, women become a liability and can easily get others killed." Yang Jian said, but he noticed two blue-black handprints on the back of Wang Shanshan's neck.

They were left by the ghost infant, like a tattoo, and were particularly noticeable.

The blue-black color was spreading, like an acute infection.

He was alarmed but didn't mention it, as it wasn't the time.

The ghost infant had only been temporarily driven back and could return.

If it attacked a few more times, Yang Jian felt he would follow in Zhou Zheng's footsteps, dying as the ghost revived.

"I'll help you leave. Can you still walk?"

He helped Wang Shanshan up, feeling her body trembling from fear.

Her words were one thing, but her body was another.

"I, I can still walk."

Wang Shanshan said, her body instinctively leaning on Yang Jian, her soft chest almost pressing against his. She showed no hesitation, instead appearing very intimate.

She wasn't intentionally seducing him; it was a woman's instinct to seek protection from a strong man in a moment of fear.

At this moment, Yang Jian clearly fit that role.