Yè Qīng looked out the window from the corner of the hallway.
From somewhere on the street, a large number of ghost slaves had already gathered, starting to wander. They had even formed a small ghost tide.
And this building was also surrounded by quite a few ghost slaves.
A creaking sound also came from the direction of the main entrance. It seemed like it could be rammed open by the ghost tide at any moment.
"Hey, little brother!" Yè Qīng shouted in terror.
Gù Zhēn glanced over his shoulder towards the adjacent glass, also a bit surprised.
"I see it."
Gù Zhēn remembered that in his previous life, none of this had happened. In the beginning, only one or two had slipped in. He guessed that this situation was likely an accidental trigger of the butterfly effect, causing the original development to deviate.
Even so, Gù Zhēn felt no panic within.
He turned his head back to continue watching Liú Yànfāng.
Just then, Chén Wénwén, who had been squatting on the ground, tearfully stood up.
She asked, bewildered, "Why? You bad person, why are you doing this to us!"
Gù Zhēn didn't speak, maintaining a certain silence in front of the little girl.
He continued to watch Liú Yànfāng. The ghost slave had already quickened its pace, pouncing on her and knocking her to the ground.
It began a one-sided slaughter.
Gù Zhēn watched coldly, his expression numb.
Pieces of flesh fell from Liú Yànfāng, and amidst her wails, she gradually stopped breathing.
Yet, Gù Zhēn did not feel the satisfaction of revenge he had imagined.
Instead, his heart grew even more despondent.
Did he hate the Chén family? Of course, he did.
For the past ten years, every time he quieted down, his mind would only conjure two scenes.
One was of himself and Gù Yǔ being tied up and used as bait.
The other was of Gù Yǔ resolutely choosing death to leave a chance of survival for himself and Chén Wénwén.
"I can clearly say that revenge has been achieved, and I could have prevented Xiao Yǔ's death."
"I could even say I've gained control of life and death in this building, using various means to enact revenge."
"But why can't I be happy?"
"Shouldn't I be laughing with abandon?"
To drive away all the shadows of these past years from his heart.
"But why does my heart feel even heavier?"
"Bad man!" Chén Wénwén cried. She only knew that from now on, she would no longer have parents.
Liú Xiǎoxù was still lying on the ground, groaning in pain. His spine had been severely injured, making it difficult for him to stand again.
Chén Wénwén stood up from the ground. She wanted to avenge her parents, just as she would ten years later.
"Wénwén!" Liú Xiǎoxù grabbed Chén Wénwén's small hand, gritting his teeth in pain. "Don't go. You're no match for him."
Liú Xiǎoxù could see that, although he didn't know why, he could sense that Gù Zhēn had no intention of harming Chén Wénwén.
Gù Zhēn's eyes were fixed on the little girl. Her small pink fists were clenched tightly. She was wearing a pink dress today, looking petite and adorable.
Suddenly, Gù Zhēn said calmly, "Chén Wénwén."
Chén Wénwén froze.
Gù Zhēn: "Your stab settled our score."
Chén Wénwén's expression was confused; she didn't understand what he meant at all.
But she didn't want to understand.
Gù Zhēn sighed, no longer blocking the elevator.
Instead, he walked past Chén Wénwén, choosing to spare the little girl.
At this moment, he fulfilled the saying, "You killed my whole family, I stabbed you once."
But the stab came first, and the killing came later.
Gù Zhēn's scalpel reflected the light from above.
Supernatural items have different and similar effects on different targets.
Take the scalpel in Gù Zhēn's hand, for example.
Against ghosts, it can only be used as a blade that can cut ghosts, as corrosive supernatural power has no effect on them.
Against humans, even a mere wave from a distance can release corrosive supernatural power, corroding the person in front of him.
As for ghost slaves or the hair in the airport, they require contact as a medium for the corrosive effect. The best method is direct touch.
Of course.
Not all effects are minor for ghosts.
Take the white coat, for instance. If Gù Zhēn's deduction is correct.
For humans, it's just ordinary clothing worn on the body.
But for ghosts, it is a top-tier defensive gear that will be ignored even if the killing conditions are met.
Now Gù Zhēn stood before the ghost slave, taking the scalpel in his hand and plunging it into the ghost slave's body as if slicing through tofu.
Soon, corrosion began to spread throughout the ghost slave's body.
However, Gù Zhēn did not stay to admire it.
After landing a final blow on Liú Yànfāng,
He went to the room where the ghost slave had just killed a normal person and dealt with the corpse infected by the ghost slave as well.
Otherwise, in the next cycle of reincarnation, these corpses would also turn into ghost slaves.
Gù Zhēn surveyed the room and found that the supplies stored there were quite rich.
So, he took the key to the room, closed the door, and left.
"Although this room is on the first floor and relatively dangerous after the ghost tide rushes in, it's better than nothing. I'll take the key first; who knows if it might be useful someday."
In this apocalyptic supernatural world.
Supplies are extremely important.
Gù Zhēn walked back to the elevator and called out to Yè Qīng, "Let's go. Something's changed, and the ghost tide outside is beyond our ability to handle right now."
Yè Qīng reacted and walked downstairs towards the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed.
At the same time as the elevator doors closed,
The main entrance of the building was smashed open by the ghost tide, and a large number of ghost slaves poured in.
And in the last glance through the closing elevator doors,
Gù Zhēn saw the small eyes of Chén Wénwén filled with terror.
He didn't need to see the consequences.
As the elevator ascended.
"Ding~"
The elevator doors opened.
Floor nine. They had arrived.
And in the room, Liú Yanshuang, with her buttocks pouting, was leaning over the windowsill, revealing only half her head as she looked down at the crowded ghost tide.
Her face showed a look of horror.
Everything that had just happened had been witnessed by her.
She first saw a car descend, and a family got out. Then, a large, stiff figure moving unnaturally followed closely behind. About a minute later, a thin man fled from the building in terror. At the same time, his appearance attracted all the ghost slaves lurking in the dark corners.
Liú Yanshuang roughly estimated the number of these ghost slaves.
They were nearly a hundred in number, each with a distorted appearance and stiff movements, like marionettes being controlled by strings.
Soon, the man was surrounded by these ghost creatures, and they slowly consumed him.
When the ghost horde dispersed, only a broken skeleton remained on the ground, blood flowing onto the street under the lamplight.
And in the time she had observed, the ghost slaves had killed more than once.
In the residential building opposite her, tragic screams could be heard from time to time. These sounds connected, forming a net that enveloped her.
Death was everywhere, and people were being victimized all around. She didn't know if she would become one of those screaming victims tonight!
This sense of fear put immense pressure on Liú Yanshuang.
It seemed there was no hope of survival.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
Behind her, a sound of knocking on the door.
Liú Yanshuang turned back in fright.
After all, those things could climb stairs.
Her heart pounded nervously.
Summoning her courage, Liú Yanshuang said, "Who... Ah!"
Until she heard a familiar voice.
Gù Zhēn knocked again. "Open the door, it's me!