Mysterious resurrection, something's wrong with this guy.

Chapter 9: The Gray Fog Will Eventually Dissipate

In Dajing City, Fang Shiming was leading Li Yao, who was disheveled, and two others through the gray fog.

Just as he had guessed, if they didn't look back or look around, they really wouldn't be attacked by ghosts. The four of them walked in the gray fog for several minutes without being attacked.

By this time, the chaotic screams in the gray fog had gradually subsided. It was unclear whether the terror had subsided or everyone had been killed.

Gradually, the outline of a stairwell came into view.

At that moment, hurried footsteps came from another direction.

Fang Shiming and his group immediately stopped and stood still, avoiding getting close to the source of the footsteps in the mist.

Not long after, Fang Shiming suddenly felt a chill on the back of his head, and his whole body began to tremble slightly.

It's here, it's a ghost! It's got its eyes on me.

Fang Shiming's heart sank. He was really unlucky. Of the four of them, he was the first to be targeted.

This feeling is unmistakable; it's exactly what that fat employee said. But even if he knows, what can he do? There's no doubt that if he makes a move to turn around, he will suddenly die.

Stay calm, you must stay calm. As long as you don't turn back, you might not die.

Fang Shiming stood still, hoping for a miracle.

Seeing that Fang Shiming, who was walking ahead, was not moving, Li Yao and the other two did not know what had happened.

But at least they all kept Fang Shiming's instructions in mind.

They stood quietly in place without saying a word, afraid of accidentally attracting anything unclean.

But the footsteps in the gray fog grew closer and closer, and the fact that they remained standing still without running away was quite remarkable.

The footsteps grew closer and more hurried, which alerted Fang Shiming to something amiss.

The footsteps sounded different from the ones we heard at the beginning.

He then realized that the footsteps in the gray fog might not be made by ghosts, but by survivors.

Several human figures slowly emerged from the gray fog, and it was finally discovered that the newcomers were Zhang He and several female colleagues rushing toward the stairwell.

They're still alive? Fang Shiming was somewhat surprised; Zhang He really was tough.

Zhang He spotted Fang Shiming immediately, and a hint of joy appeared in his eyes.

"Amin! You're alive! That's great! There are stairs here. Let's hurry and get out of this building so we'll be safe."

Upon seeing Fang Shiming, Zhang He's previously despairing and depressed mood improved considerably.

He thought Fang Shiming was dead, but when he saw Li Yao and the other two people behind Fang Shiming, whose clothes were disheveled, his face immediately fell.

Judging from their disheveled appearance, it was easy to guess what they had been doing, which made him feel even more sorry for Fang Shiming.

Fang Shiming did not rush to meet up with Zhang He, but remained standing in place, keeping his distance.

"You go first, I'll follow later."

Fang Shiming knew he was being targeted by a ghost, and he didn't want to implicate his good friend.

However, he underestimated Zhang He's character. At this moment, Zhang He was completely unaware of anything unusual. He hurriedly ran over, grabbed Fang Shiming's hand, and pulled Fang Shiming toward the stairs, as if worried that Fang Shiming would do something stupid again.

This sudden action left Fang Shiming at a loss, and he could only obediently follow along, not daring to make any unnecessary moves, for fear that a careless action might kill him.

Seeing Fang Shiming being pulled away, Li Yao and the other two quickly followed, afraid of falling behind.

The group rushed down the stairs without stopping for a moment, but going down the stairs in this multi-story office building was not so simple.

They kept running up and down the stairs, probably more than ten floors, but they were all exhausted.

As time went by, Fang Shiming felt that the thing behind him was getting closer and closer.

The intermittent, eerie wind grew stronger, and cold sweat poured down his forehead. Gradually, he felt something pressing against his back.

It was hard, cold, and sticky, giving Fang Shiming goosebumps all over. But he was helpless and could only watch as the thing slowly crawled onto his body.

Gradually, Fang Shiming's body also began to be affected. He could clearly feel that his body seemed to become heavier and heavier, his movements became more and more stiff, and even his body temperature began to drop, making him feel colder and colder.

Zhang He, who was pulling him along as they ran, also began to sense something was wrong. He could clearly feel that Fang Shiming's hands were getting colder and colder, a temperature that was definitely not normal for a person.

He began to feel a strange sense of panic.

Was I really holding Fang Shiming? Is that body temperature even human? If not human, then what is it?

When Zhang He reached the corner downstairs, he suddenly shook off Fang Shiming's hand and quickly took several steps back to the side, knocking several female colleagues to the ground.

Zhang ignored his female colleague who had been knocked down, his eyes fixed on Fang Shiming as if trying to discern whether the person in front of him was a human or a ghost.

Fang Shiming did not react much to Zhang He's questioning and fearful gaze.

Because at this moment his body was almost out of his control, his whole body became extremely cold and stiff, his face turned pale and numb, and only his eyes could still move with difficulty.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Zhang He stared intently at Fang Shiming as if facing a formidable enemy, uttering a chilling question.

The others were so frightened that their hair stood on end, and they scrambled away from Fang Shiming.

Are you kidding me!

If Fang Shiming is a ghost, then wouldn't they be running with a ghost all the time?

Fang Shiming remained frozen in place, his face expressionless, looking nothing like a living person.

This forced them to believe that Fang Shiming might not actually be human.

The atmosphere became eerie and somber, and everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

"Damn it! Fang Shiming, I told him not to be so reckless but he wouldn't listen. This time he not only died from his recklessness, but he also became a ghost and harmed others. He really harmed himself and others."

Zhang He became increasingly frustrated. If Fang Shiming had listened to advice back then, things wouldn't have turned out this way.

No matter how much Zhang He cursed, Fang Shiming remained standing there, motionless.

However, behind the previously empty space, a phantom gradually emerged, which appeared to be entirely composed of gray mist.

But this phantom has no head!

His neck was completely bald, which made everyone's scalp tingle.

The stench in the air grew stronger and stronger. Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the phantom gradually solidified, and finally, a highly decomposed headless corpse appeared before them.

Only then did everyone realize the terror that had been hidden in the gray fog.

"Is this what it is?"

Zhang He muttered to himself, even though it was the first time he had seen the ghost's true face.

But he was certain that this was the root of all the horror; that nauseating stench and the chilling, eerie feeling were undoubtedly the source of all the terror.

When the vengeful ghost appeared, despair welled up in everyone's hearts. They saw no hope of survival and collapsed to the ground in despair, awaiting death.

All the struggles are in vain.

Tread~

Fang Shiming's body suddenly moved; he took a stiff step, as if announcing that everyone's lives were about to come to an end.

"Damn it! I'll fight you to the death! If you won't let me live, I won't let you live either!"

In despair, Zhang He mustered his last bit of courage and rushed toward Fang Shiming, grabbing Fang Shiming's stiff body with all his might. The two of them and the ghost tumbled down the stairs together.

At that very moment, in the city center of Dajing, an old man suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The old man only took a few steps before his withered body became nothing but skin and bones. Ripples spread outwards from the old man, covering the entire city of Dajing in just a few breaths.

Suddenly, the entire city of Dajing, along with its inhabitants, seemed to be put on pause. Everyone stood frozen in place until the ripples subsided and everything returned to normal. However, they all permanently lost a piece of their memory.

No one is exempt from these eerie ripples; even vengeful ghosts seem powerless against this strange phenomenon.

In the underground cemetery of the Ping An Building, Su Qin still lies upright on the ground.

The skull that had burrowed into his head had just begun to wriggle, preparing to control his body, but the sudden ripples seemed to possess an irresistible, eerie power that plunged it into a brief silence, and it even seemed to temporarily lose its instinct to revive.

Not only that, but even the two people and the ghost who tumbled down the stairs in the building across the street were not spared.

Halfway down the stairs, it came to an eerie stop in mid-air. The headless corpse that had been clinging to Fang Shiming and controlling his body suddenly seemed to lose all its supernatural power, becoming just an ordinary corpse. However, it was still clinging to Fang Shiming's back, showing no sign of letting go.

Once the ripples subsided, the two people and the ghost regained their mobility and rolled down to the next platform.

However, even after regaining its mobility, the ghost remained motionless, seemingly having temporarily forgotten even its instinct to kill.

Gradually, its body began to rot, turning into a cloud of gray mist that slowly seeped into Fang Shiming's body, while the surrounding mist dissipated rapidly at a visible speed.

Fang Shiming, who had lost control of the vengeful ghost, suddenly regained consciousness. He felt like his whole body was about to fall apart, and his mind was foggy. He couldn't remember what had happened just a second ago.

When his vision cleared, he discovered that he had not only rolled down the stairs, but also had someone on top of him, who was tightly gripping his neck with both hands and not moving at all.

It was Zhang He. He was still holding Fang Shiming by the neck, his body motionless, but blood mixed with some white brain matter kept gushing from the back of his head. He was dead.

In an old house on the outskirts of Dajing City, the old man sitting in the rocking chair suddenly stopped, then resumed his movements. He did not get up, but looked into the distance and sighed deeply, as if to expel all the helplessness and melancholy in his heart.

"The old era is coming to an end, and the future depends on these younger generations."

One after another, the familiar demon slayers are dying; perhaps it will soon be his turn.

On the top floor of the Ping An Building, a young man drinking a can of Coca-Cola watched this scene with great interest.

"This is a forgotten supernatural phenomenon. Is that old man the controller of the forgotten ghosts of this era? The supernatural strength is quite good, much stronger than the supernatural phenomenon on Li Leping. The ghost realm of about six layers covers the entire city, affecting memories on a large scale. Even a vengeful ghost with A-level supernatural strength cannot resist it."

Such relentless use of supernatural forces will only last for three hours at most before the vengeful ghost resurrects.

However, Fang Shiming's appearance was unexpected. It was this accident that allowed him, who should have died from the corruption of the vengeful ghost, to successfully control the ghost wind. Should we kill him now?

"Forget it, he's destined to cause no trouble and will die sooner or later."