Oppressive, suffocating, almost to the point of not being able to breathe.
It was as if a ghost was pressing down on him, clearly conscious, but unable to move a muscle.
The dim room seemed to have turned into a dark prison at this moment, and Yang Jian was the prisoner in this prison, unable to break free, unable to escape, as if he would sink forever, for all eternity.
Suddenly.
The darkness on the dark ceiling gradually coagulated, as if it had become the shape of an eye.
This eye was very large, filling the entire ceiling. Although it was not open, Yang Jian could feel that the huge eye was peeping at himself, and a strange gaze always stayed on his body.
"Gulp~!"
Yang Jian felt the flesh on his cheek cold, as if something was propping it open, and a red eye was revealed in the flesh and blood.
A strange perspective came into his mind.
At the same time, there seemed to be something in the body that was drilling around, wandering, trying to tear the skin apart, a sharp pain spread, just like being tortured, unbearable.
However, Yang Jian was still conscious, but he still couldn't move.
He could only let the ghostly thing in the body act wantonly, and he wanted to howl in pain, but his mouth only moved slightly, unable to make any sound.
This situation did not last for a while.
But lasted for two or three hours.
Yang Jian has not slept from beginning to end, he has endured this tearing pain for two or three hours, he doesn't know how he endured it, he only knows that this period of time seems as long as a lifetime.
At six o'clock in the evening.
The pain in his body quickly disappeared, and he also regained consciousness.
Almost as soon as he could move, he sat up from the bed in an instant, sweating all over, gasping for breath.
Yang Jian raised his palm, almost instinctively trembling.
"I, what's wrong with me? The body is out of control, and the feeling just now is as if the whole person is about to split, as if something is about to come out from inside, is it the influence of that eye?..."
He looked at the trembling palm and was silent for a while.
Suddenly, he took out a dark brown piece of paper from his pocket.
"Tell me, what happened to me before." Yang Jian spoke to the parchment.
Soon, a line of writing appeared on the parchment: Today I woke up in pain, I can feel the fierce ghost gradually reviving in my body, because I used too much ghost power for the school, I won't live long... But now I still have to endure the pain of being tortured by that thing in the body, because... I still want to live.
Is the fierce ghost reviving?
Sure enough.
Yang Jian fell silent again.
He is starting to follow Zhou Zheng's path, endure the torture of the ghost's revival, and then one day be killed by the ghost in his own body.
Is this the price of survival?
"How long can I live?" Yang Jian continued to ask.
The parchment appeared again: If you don't think of another way as soon as possible, I estimate that I won't live more than three months under such torture.
Three months?
This is even faster than dying of cancer. If you have to bear such torture every day, it is indeed as Zhou Zheng said, death is really a relief.
Yang Jian is not panicked at the moment, it is impossible.
He is still young, still studying, his parents at home still need to be taken care of in the future.
What if I die, what about the parents?
No.
I can't die, at least not now.
Yang Jian suddenly stood up, staring at the parchment in front of him: "You are very strange, I can't believe what you say, you say I will die in three months, I will die in three months? You also said I would die at school before, but it changed, didn't it? You don't know the future at all, you can only judge the next most likely things based on the current situation."
"But I can be sure of one thing, you must know very, very much."
"What the hell are you?"
The parchment was still, and there was no writing on it, seemingly choosing silence.
"It doesn't matter if you don't say, I will figure it out sooner or later." Yang Jian said.
Thinking of the ghost, he suddenly remembered something, picked up Zhou Zheng's satellite positioning mobile phone, and there was a text message on it.
It was a website address.
"That Zhao Jianguo gave me the website, maybe I can get some useful news from that website." Yang Jian immediately opened the computer and entered the website on it.
A special website, there is nothing on it, only a blank, as if this website does not exist.
He knew that this was just a hidden measure.
Then he picked up Zhou Zheng's mobile phone and typed the number code printed on the mobile phone on the keyboard.
Immediately, the webpage refreshed, the website jumped, and the webpage appeared.
Yang Jian glanced over it, and it was all emergency events around the world, requesting ghost tamer support, and the rewards given by governments of various countries.
Most of them are 100 million US dollars level, of course, there are also tens of millions of rewards.
He clicked on one: "A C-level ghost appeared in a certain state of the United States, code name Ghost Church, and 30 million US dollars was rewarded to solve it."
At the same time, there is a video on it.
In the video, it is a church, the church's outer wall is covered with moss, the wall is mottled, very old, but at the door of the church, Yang Jian saw a vague figure standing there, although he can't see the appearance clearly, but he can feel that it is a person, the exact person is a person-shaped, but this person exudes a creepy strangeness.
But soon, suddenly a fighter jet roared across the sky above the church, and a missile fell down, accurately hitting that church.
The explosion of flames engulfed the church.
It is obviously that the United States military has chosen a strong and direct military strike.
"Will it be useful?" Yang Jian watched attentively.
But soon, when the strong light gradually faded, his eyes condensed.
In the fire, the church still stood there undamaged, and a missile with such a large range of damage did not even blow off a piece of the church's wall.
Subsequently, in the video, he saw the dark shadow at the door of the church slowly coming out, and the shadow came closer to the direction of the lens step by step.
Squeak...
The video suddenly became blurry, and the image disappeared.
There are many comments below the video:
"F*ck, 30 million US dollars to solve this thing? The President of the United States is a ghost, keep your money to buy lollipops for your children, is this thing only defined as C-level? Do you want to deceive us as cannon fodder?"
A netizen from the United States commented, but there are Chinese translations and translations in other languages below the English, and it can be understood at a glance.
"Although the video is concealed, it can be judged that this is a ghost that can affect the surrounding things, and it is estimated that it is not far from forming a ghost domain. The minimum is level B. If you have a little conscience, it is not too much to define it as A. The people of the United States really live in deep water and hot fire. If newcomers don't understand, they will be deceived to death."
A domestic netizen replied.
"Anyway, I'm going to die soon, let's form a group to make money, looking for teammates to take away, cute."
"The video reward of Old Mi can't even be trusted for a frame."
Yang Jian looked at the comments and pondered: "Is there a level for ghosts? Check it out."