Resurgence of the Unknown

Chapter 10: The Power of the Malevolent Spirit

"Everyone, hold hands and stay close. I'll lead you out of this building," Yang Jian instructed as he guided his classmates down the stairs.

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

Zhang Wei replied with a serious expression, "Sweat? You're mistaken, Yang Jian. This isn't sweat. It's urine, specifically boy's urine, for warding off evil spirits. I just peed a moment ago, and it's still warm. Feel it carefully."

As he spoke, Zhang Wei shamelessly rubbed his hand against Yang Jian's.

"Gross! You're disgusting," Yang Jian retorted. "Don't hold my hand. Get lost."

"Don't be like that. I don't mind holding your hand, so why should you mind? It's just a bit of pee. What's the big deal? If you really want, you can pee on me when we're out of here," Zhang Wei teased.

"Yang Jian, do you really know how to get us out of here?" Miao Xiaoshan asked from behind.

Yang Jian, leading them down the stairs without showing any signs of getting lost, replied, "Of course. I've figured out a bit about this so-called ghost domain. The place is shrouded in darkness, and ordinary people easily fall into illusions, seeing things that aren't real. But there are still some things I don't fully understand. If everything goes smoothly, leaving this place shouldn't be difficult... Wait, stop! There's something ahead."

Suddenly, Yang Jian halted and immediately ordered the others to stop as well.

At the bottom of the staircase on the first floor, he saw several classmates standing eerily still, like lifeless statues. Their bodies were stiff and upright.

They were the ones who had followed Fang Jing earlier, but only a portion of them remained here.

"Is that Zhao Qiang?" Yang Jian's eyes narrowed as his gaze settled on one of the boys.

Zhao Qiang was one of the students who had helped push Yang Jian into the restroom earlier along with Fang Jing, Duan Peng, and Zheng Fei.

"Fang Jing isn't here, so it seems he abandoned them," Yang Jian speculated, frowning. "He's probably using their lives to stall the ghost."

If that was the case, it was karma at its finest.

Yang Jian approached Zhao Qiang to ask what had happened.

However, as Yang Jian reached out to touch him, Zhao Qiang slowly turned his head around, his body remaining rigid and still while his neck twisted unnaturally, a full 180 degrees. His lifeless, ashen eyes stared blankly at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian recoiled in shock, taking several steps back.

Dead? But why is he still moving?

Could it be that he's becoming a ghost too?

Yang Jian tensed up, his nerves on edge. If more ghosts started appearing, they'd be done for.

Yet Zhao Qiang's corpse didn't move any further. He simply turned his head back around and stood motionless, facing away from them.

"No reaction... It seems he's not a threat for now," Yang Jian thought, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Zhang Wei, let's go this way. There's something blocking the path ahead. We'll go around it," he said, leading the others past the lifeless bodies.

Seeing Zhao Qiang in this state made Yang Jian feel a bit of closure regarding the attack earlier. The main culprit was Fang Jing, after all.

"Wow—gagaga—!" A chilling, inhuman cry suddenly echoed through the stairwell. The sound pierced through the layers of darkness, reverberating in everyone's ears.