143 Revival of Blood
“Drip, drip~!”
The quiet night was silent.
But at some point, a clear dripping sound began to echo around.
The sound wasn’t coming from the bathroom but was emanating from the ceiling of the apartment building.
“Drip~!”
Another droplet sounded.
The noise started near the head of Yang Jian’s bed, where he was asleep.
The air was thick with a pungent smell of blood.
What was dripping from the ceiling wasn’t water but bright red blood.
The blood seeped through cracks in the rooftop, infiltrating everywhere, and the quantity was gradually increasing.
Soon, the entire ceiling was soaked in blood, a crimson expanse.
Within the blood on the ceiling, one could discern the outline of a person with an open mouth, the blurry features contorted in agony, struggling as though it were an Evil Ghost tortured and wailing, screaming, but all of it was eerily silent, with not a single sound being emitted.
At that moment.
Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes.
He hadn’t been fully asleep but was in a state of semi-consciousness, extra sensitive to changes in his surroundings.
“An illusion?”
Upon opening his eyes, he saw nothing out of the ordinary in the room.
There were no droplets on the ceiling, let alone bright red blood.
The events that had transpired seemed like an illusion, as if they had never existed at all.
“No, it’s not an illusion.” Yang Jian suddenly caught sight of a drop of bright red blood staining his pillow red next to him.
The blood was rich and thick.
It had a distinctive stench, as if it were already rotting.
After thinking for a moment, Yang Jian’s expression changed slightly, and he immediately sat up, got out of bed, dressed, and left the apartment.
As soon as he stepped outside.
The corridor was marked with trails of crimson footprints, made of congealed blood, as if someone had been there before, and at the door of the apartment, the bloody footprints were particularly chaotic and dense.
That person must have lingered at the door previously.
Yang Jian immediately followed the bloody footprints.
He went down the stairs and exited the apartment building.
The last of the footprints led to a bench beside a green belt within the residential area, stopping there.
In the dim light, the silhouette of a person seemed to be seated, waiting for Yang Jian’s arrival.
“Yan Li?” Yang Jian tentatively called out.
This blood was not left by an ordinary ghost but by the Ghost Blood from Yan Li’s body.
He was aware of this.
So he wasn’t panicked.
“Yang Jian, this is probably the last time we’ll meet. I don’t have much time left, and I wanted to say goodbye and talk to you one last time.”
Yan Li was wrapped in a trench coat, wearing a hat, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
But on him, the blood flowed incessantly like water from an open faucet, staining the ground around him, unable to disperse.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, and your situation seems dire.”
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly as he approached cautiously.
Yan Li said, “You better not get too close to me. The ghost inside me has revived, and I don’t know how long my consciousness will last. It’s dangerous for you to approach me.”
Yang Jian’s heart grew cold; indeed, Yan Li was on the verge of a resurgence.
Through the streetlight nearby, he could faintly see that Yan Li’s face no longer existed, only a mass of blood outlining his shape.
He couldn’t be considered human anymore.
“What do you want to tell me?” asked Yang Jian.
Yan Li said, “People from the Xiaoqiang Entertainment Club are targeting you. The incident in Huanggang Village has angered them, and they plan to kill you because your existence threatens many. If possible, it’s best if you leave Dachang City and live elsewhere.”
“Xiaoqiang Entertainment Club, huh? If they want to deal with me, let them come. Leaving Dachang City is not an option. If I leave here for another city and then someone in that city threatens me to leave, where can I go?”
Yang Jian’s lips curled into a cold smile. “If they really want to deal with me, then I’ll just resolve the people from Xiaoqiang Entertainment Club. I’m already in this state; what more is there to be afraid of?”
“There’s one more thing, the box you gave me was stolen by people from Xiaoqiang Entertainment Club.”
Yan Li said, “I’m sorry, I owe you a debt I’m afraid I’ll never be able to repay.”