“I’ve recorded what you just said. Don’t place the blame on me if anything goes wrong,” Yang Jian said with a laugh.
“Of course I understand. Alright, I won’t disturb your actions any longer,” Zhao Kaiming disconnected.
At this moment, Yang Jian had already driven to the front gate of a hospital.
The place was under martial law, completely sealed off. No one could enter or leave except those who had been granted permission.
“It seems Professor Wang’s research has made some progress, otherwise he wouldn’t have called me here alone,” Yang Jian noted as he looked around. There was only his car; neither Zhao Kaiming, Sun Yi, nor Zhang Han was anywhere to be seen.
“I am Yang Jian. May I ask where Professor Wang is?”
“Hello, Yang Jian, please come this way,” a staff member immediately came forward to greet him.
Guided by the staff member, Yang Jian arrived in front of an operating room.
However, on his way there, he heard many patients’ painful screams, as if they were being tortured by some terrible illness.
“Professor, Yang Jian has arrived,” the staff member announced.
The operating room door opened, revealing Professor Wang, who was seated in front of an operating table, recording something, while an IV dripped into his arm. His white lab coat was stained with a lot of crimson blood, and the entire operating room was filled with a heavy scent of blood.
It was as if this place had become a slaughterhouse that had previously processed a significant number of livestock.
“Working like this, you’re bound to die of sudden death,” Yang Jian commented after a glance at the IV bag, which contained only glucose water, indicating that Wang Xiaoming was not ill.
“You’re here,”
Wang Xiaoming set aside his pen and looked up at him, “Some parts of the research have hit a bottleneck and I need your help. Without enough assistants, I can’t fully carry out the work. You, like Li Jun, possess the abilities of the Ghost Domain, which is very important to me, although I’m not too keen on asking for your help.”
“I know,” Yang Jian responded. “May I ask which stage Professor Wang’s research has reached?”
“We’ve clarified the killing and growth patterns of the Ghost Infants at the Second Stage. The Third Stage Ghost Infants lack research materials, so it’s uncertain and can only be speculated. But that’s not important. What’s important is that I’ve made a new discovery these past few days,” Wang Xiaoming said as he stood up.
“What discovery?” Yang Jian asked.
Wang Xiaoming said, “Before the seven-day deadline, I had already sent people to investigate the places where Ye Feng and He Chuan had their accidents, unfortunately, they discovered nothing there.”
“Hmm?” Yang Jian’s expression changed slightly, “Why didn’t you mention this information earlier?”
“Because there was no need? Setting a seven-day deadline can make you all work harder,” Wang Xiaoming said calmly. “Besides, it’s not good news, because we’ve lost the last chance to make a bold move.”
“I personally believe that the place where Ye Feng met his accident doesn’t exist in any street in Dachang City; it should be a special place, similar to the Ghost Domain. For now, I call it Seventh Street.”
“And the reason I’ve called you here today is to ask for your help in locating that place and entering it.”
Yang Jian said, “Even if we do get inside, what then? If Ye Feng died in there, are we supposed to die inside too?”
Wang Xiaoming replied, “That’s just the first step. After finding the location, we don’t necessarily have to enter. I need the subsequent research to determine the source, to ascertain where exactly the Hungry Ghost is.”
“Do you know something?” Yang Jian narrowed his eyes.
“I do know something, but I can’t tell you yet. We need to complete the first step first, otherwise it all means nothing,” Wang Xiaoming said.
“What do you want me to do?” Yang Jian asked.
Wang Xiaoming said, “I heard you have a way to extract the Ghost Infant?”
“That’s right.”
“Good, then start with saving someone,” Wang Xiaoming said. “Bring in the patient, let’s begin the surgery.”
As his voice fell,
the doors to the operating room opened, and a patient was wheeled in.
This patient was a man, his belly swollen as if he was a pregnant woman, his body emaciated, his brows furrowed, a look of pain on his face.
“I have used the maximum dosage of painkillers a human can endure. You can go ahead with your method, but I hope it is all done within your Ghost Domain, and that your Ghost Domain replicates the map of the whole Dachang City,” Wang Xiaoming said.
“You want to trace to the source following the leads; will that work?” Yang Jian asked. “Using human reasoning to conjecture a ghost’s thoughts, isn’t that a bit naive?”
“Let’s try and see, it’s worth a shot,” Wang Xiaoming stated.
Yang Jian said, “Alright, I’ll make an exception and try it out, but I’m only helping this once. If it takes repeated tries to confirm your findings, then I refuse. I don’t want to be the first to die from a ghost’s resurrection.”
Constant use of abilities could lead to the revival of the two ghosts he controlled.
“Of course, your importance in Dachang City now outweighs anyone else, including me,” Wang Xiaoming said.
“Let’s start, then,” Yang Jian approached the patient.
Beneath that swollen belly, the outline of an infant writhed continuously.
The ghostly entity inside the belly was nearly ready to emerge, having grown to the size of a newborn infant.