“Run, run quickly.”

In a deep and narrow alley of Baishui Town, a few young people were desperately sprinting for their lives, too scared to look back, for there they encountered the most terrifying thing in their lives.

A vengeful ghost.

And the ghost had already set its sights on them and started killing.

Originally, they weren’t so few in number, but due to the ghost’s attacks, only a handful managed to survive.

The reason they survived was because they were young and could run faster.

“Ah! No!”

A harrowing scream echoed through the silent alley as one of the young people was attacked by the ghost. He suddenly tripped during his rapid run, clutching his head in pain, and then his head shattered like it was struck by something heavy.

Blood splattered, the young man convulsed twice before falling silent.

The individuals left behind grew increasingly terrified, frantically trying to escape from the alley, distancing themselves from the menacing invisible ghost.

“Faster, hurry! Once we get out of this alley, we’ll scatter and flee; surely, we have a chance to survive!” a man at the front shouted loudly.

Though he was terrified, he remained somewhat rational, knowing what might give them a chance.

However, there were fewer and fewer survivors behind him, each person desperately running forward, with only one thought in their minds: to overtake the person in front.

Because only then would the next death not be theirs, even though this would only briefly delay their own deaths. But even an extra few seconds of life was precious.

Nobody wanted to die, nor did anyone want to be killed by the ghost behind.

Fear drove these people, granting them extraordinary stamina and speed.

Yet no matter how fast they ran, the ghost relentlessly pursued them.

“Don’t block my way, get out of my way!”

In the face of despair, human nature’s darker side emerged. A man suddenly reached forward, grabbed a woman’s hair, and yanked hard.

Exhausted from running, the young woman let out a painful cry and stumbled to the ground.

The man who acted didn’t pause for a second, leaping over the woman and rushing toward the alley’s exit.

Evidently, he intended to use the woman’s life to delay the approaching ghost, ensuring his own escape.

“Zhao Zhixin, you bastard!” The woman struggled to stand up, both shocked and furious, cursing uncontrollably.

It was clear that the woman knew the man.

But no one dared stop to help the fallen woman because everyone understood that falling meant death, and several people secretly felt relieved that it wasn’t them who had fallen to their doom at this moment.

The fallen woman still wanted to flee, but just as she stood up, she fell again. Her fall was so severe earlier, it seemed her leg was broken; she struggled even to walk, let alone run. In despair, she couldn’t help but cry.

So close to escaping, only to be sabotaged and injured, left her only to await death—this was something she found hard to accept.

“Almost out!”

The survivor at the front was delighted, sensing he was almost out of the silent alley. Once out, he believed the ghost wouldn’t follow, and he would survive.

But at that moment.

Suddenly.

The alley’s exit suddenly dimmed, as a person appeared out of nowhere, standing there. His face was pale, his body exuding cold, holding a peculiar long spear that split at the tip. On his forehead, a bizarre eyeball restlessly turned, and he said nothing.

“Is this a person or a ghost?” The man at the front slowed his steps, puzzled and unsure.

“These should be the last batch of survivors trapped in the paranormal site.” Yang Jian spoke, his voice cold and echoing in the alley.

He lifted his foot and, holding the split spear, walked forward decisively.

“It’s a living person.”

The front survivor was overjoyed upon hearing Yang Jian’s voice, speeding up and quickly brushing past Yang Jian.

But that brief brush with him left him feeling a chill, as if this person was even more terrifying than the ghost chasing behind.

“Was it an illusion?” The survivor didn’t hesitate, fleeing the alley with this doubt in his mind.

Soon after, a few other survivors also bypassed Yang Jian and escaped.

“Get out of the way, kid, don’t block the path.” Another man, panicked and angry, dashed toward him, not wanting to waste time detouring around Yang Jian, wanting nothing more than to knock him away.

Yang Jian said nothing, merely sidestepping close to the wall, leaving a path open.

But in the next moment, the running man suddenly cried out, his body sprawling heavily on the ground, breaking several teeth, his face bloodied, and cried out in pain.

Yang Jian slowly retracted his outstretched leg, “How does it feel to trip?”

“You dare trip me? I’ll kill you…” The man’s anger flared, his eyes red, ready to fight Yang Jian.

“Get lost,”

Not interested in dealing with him, Yang Jian kicked him, sending the man flying, tumbling along the ground before he landed on the road at the alley’s exit, howling in pain, clearly suffering significant injuries, but his cries indicated they weren’t life-threatening.

“Are you the last survivor? There shouldn’t be any more living behind you.”

His steps paused, looking at the unfamiliar woman on the ground.

“Who, who are you?” She asked fearfully.

Yang Jian didn’t answer, instead, he picked her up and turned away.

“Hurry, the ghost is catching up,” she urged, not wanting to waste time and unwilling to die.

“Just an ordinary ghost, afraid to come closer,” Yang Jian glanced briefly.

The Ghost Flame ignited, engulfing the entire silent alley.

Instantly, a strange shriek echoed from the fiery alley, not a sound a living person could make, and then a blurry figure twisted and twitched within the flames as if severely injured.

Too afraid to advance, the ghost retreated rapidly from the flames.

The twisted silhouette in the fire gradually faded.

The woman, still held in his hand, was stunned by the spectacle that shattered her understanding anew.

This world had not only ghosts but also people capable of dealing with them.

Moments later, Yang Jian exited the alley, tossing the woman into a crowd.

Several survivors hurriedly caught her, helping her up.

She looked around and realized that the area was filled with residents of Baishui Town, many of whom were familiar faces.

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“Bai Mei, is that you? Thank God, I thought you were dead, but I see you again.” A relative approached, hugged, and cried.

This situation was something Yang Jian had seen many times, remaining unmoved as he opened his ghost eye to scan the surroundings.

At this moment.

Liu Qi also approached with a large group of survivors, crossing the road to join them, “Yang Jian, this is the last group, we couldn’t find anyone else. Perhaps a few slipped through, but they’re beyond our capacity to save; we’re truly helpless.”

“It’s already enough. There’s no such thing as a supernatural event without casualties. Achieving this much is already quite good,” Yang Jian glanced at the time; it was already 5:50.

Only ten minutes remained until six o’clock.

Nearly two hours of searching, Yang Jian and Liu Qi truly exerted themselves, leaving no room for laziness or looseness, even venturing into some dangerous supernatural areas to rescue survivors as best as they could.

Liu Qi nodded in agreement and didn’t continue searching.

In the remaining ten minutes, Yang Jian did nothing but wait for time, yet the black-clad figures he created using supernatural abilities were still active in Baishui Town, searching for any stragglers.

However, after nearly two hours, the casualties among the hundred black-clad figures were substantial; now there were only a little over one hundred and forty.

Yang Jian didn’t feel distressed about the loss of the black-clad figures because these puppets could be created in abundance if he wished.

Time slowly passed.

In the last ten minutes, the black-clad figures brought a few more survivors, after which no more survivors appeared.

“That’s about it. Time’s up. We can’t wait any longer. It’s time to leave this ghostly place. Missing this timing might bring unexpected trouble,” Yang Jian said, then his Ghost Domain expanded to encompass everyone.

Six in the morning.

Reality and the supernatural converged, causing abnormalities to manifest in Baishui Town. All the neon signboards along the road flickered momentarily before extinguishing completely. The dimness enveloping the entire city dissipated; the sky seemed to brighten instantly, and the pervasive chill in the air disappeared.

Even some supernatural phenomena ceased to exist.

The entire eerie atmosphere of Baishui Town seemed to have settled at this moment.

“It’s now.”

The moment when the supernatural influence subsided in Baishui Town marked the lowest impact on reality, allowing an easy escape from this supernatural zone; missing this timing would mean those trapped here could only wait until the next day.

Although Yang Jian could leave anytime via the Ghost Lake, it’s inconvenient for so many ordinary people to do the same.

Ghost Domain broke through the supernatural limitations, directly pulling everyone back into reality.

At this moment.

Everyone returned to the real town.

The eerie atmosphere was gone, replaced by glaring sunshine overhead, and brightness everywhere.

“We’re out, we escaped, it’s so wonderful.”

“Finally left that ghostly place, it wasn’t easy.”

“Haha, I didn’t die.”

Many survivors began to get excited; unable to suppress their inner joy any longer, they started shouting and cheering.

Yet the woman named Bai Mei merely widened her eyes, continuously observing Yang Jian, who stood in the sunlight not far away.

She was curious about this man’s identity and very grateful that he saved her life.

She intended to utter a few words of gratitude but dared not approach him.

All she felt was an inexplicable reverence towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian’s cold gaze swept past, and the excited crowd instantly fell silent. Faced with Yang Jian’s gaze, one by one, they flinched in fear, avoiding his eyes, even the person Yang Jian had kicked earlier merely bowed his head, trembling slightly.

Clearly, the person was very afraid, realizing how foolish their behavior was upon regaining sanity.

Dealing with ghosts, facing a mere ordinary person would be a piece of cake.

“Returning to reality doesn’t mean it’s safe. Next, I will take you beyond Baishui Town’s boundaries. From now on, you are forbidden to return here. Anyone who disregards the warning to venture here, I will have them immediately executed,” Yang Jian said coldly.

The voice was not loud, yet it seemed to resonate throughout the world, like an undeniable command.

No one dared to speak, nor did they dare to argue, merely acquiescing to Yang Jian’s words.

“No objections? Good. Then let’s start moving; there are people nearby to assist you, so you don’t need to worry about any follow-up issues,” Yang Jian said.

He utilized the Ghost Domain once again, transferring these people to a safe location, seeing Liu Xiaoyu and others with many staff ready to receive and settle survivors at a nearby town.

As for Baishui Town now, it had been sealed off.

“You’ve done well, knowing to send people for support.”

Yang Jian appeared at the settlement location with Liu Qi and Wang Shanshan.

The settlement location was currently overseen by Liu Xiaoyu, Feng Quan, Huang Ziya, and staff from nearby cities.

“A small town disappearing suddenly, combined with your and Liu Qi’s, and Seow Yang’s disappearance, this matter forced the headquarters to pay attention. You don’t need to worry; the others from Baishui Town have been relocated. Now the town is an empty city, and this group is the last batch of town residents you brought,” Liu Xiaoyu said.

“That’s good, I’m quite confident in your work,” Yang Jian nodded, then looked at Feng Quan.

“Yang Jian, what’s up?” Feng Quan asked curiously.

Yang Jian said, “You shouldn’t be here now. You should visit the Ghost Post Office; Wei Jing has a problem and needs your help. The specifics will be explained by Sun Rui from the Ghost Post Office.”

“The Ghost Post Office? Okay, I understand. Once handling matters here is done, I’ll set off,” Feng Quan nodded, evidently realizing this issue is more important than handling Baishui Town’s aftermath.

“Yang team, seems like Seow Yang died; he didn’t come out with you.”

Huang Ziya glanced around, not spotting the unfamiliar leader.

Yang Jian didn’t elaborate, merely said, “Liu Qi will compile a report later; you can look at the report then. This situation was special; Baishui Town’s sealing needs to be strict. If its supernatural spreads, the impact will be massive, and the ghosts inside are very dangerous, likely forming an S-level supernatural incident.”

These words made those present tense up.

“Looks like another forbidden zone will appear.”

Huang Ziya sighed, “The previous Caesar Grand Hotel was already headache-inducing, and now there’s Baishui Town.”

“You still have the mood for sighing; it seems your recent state is good. In that case, stay behind to assist Liu Xiaoyu with the aftermath; I will return to Dachang City. Contact me if needed.”

Yang Jian had no intention to linger, having already done everything he could. He was unwilling to deal with remaining trivial matters.

“You’re the boss; you make the call, I follow your lead,” Huang Ziya said indifferently.

Liu Qi said, “Yang Jian, I’ll stay temporarily to handle Seow Yang’s posthumous affairs.”

“Since you’ve decided, that’s fine. Return to Dachang City after handling it, don’t forget the class reunion,” Yang Jian nodded, taking a corpse from the Ghost Lake to hand it to him.

“Of course,” Liu Qi said.

Feeling guilty about Seow Yang, he stayed to handle posthumous affairs to ease his remorse.

Yang Jian left with Wang Shanshan and the Ghost Child, heading outside the settlement point, intending to use the Ghost Domain to return to Dachang City.

At this moment.

A survivor from the settlement limped out, loudly shouting, “My name is Bai Mei. Thank you for saving me, saving Baishui Town. Can you tell me your name, so I might have the chance to repay you?”

“She’s not afraid of you,” Wang Shanshan smiled and said.

Yang Jian merely turned his head to look at the woman calmly, his voice still placid, “My name is Yang Jian.”

Having spoken, he disappeared along with Wang Shanshan and the Ghost Child.

The survivor named Bai Mei looked at where Yang Jian disappeared, stunned for a moment, then said nothing, yet firmly remembered this name.

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