Mysterious Awakening-Chapter 558: The Affected Floors

Chapter 558 -555: The Affected Floors

Principal Tu of the school and Wang Quan, along with his team, had now started evacuating the students outside the dormitory building while also dispatching some people to inspect other parts of the school.

As for Yang Jian, he entered the dormitory building with Wang Quan and two accompanying personnel.

"There should still be students lingering in the building, leave the responsibility of rescue to us, Mister Yang should just focus on that ghost thing. If you really encounter an extremely dangerous situation, Mister Yang need not worry about our safety, do what you have to do without any concern for us.”

As soon as they entered the corridor, Wang Quan spoke earnestly.

"I didn’t expect that the people sent from headquarters would have this kind of resolve. That’s right, once inside this building, no one can guarantee they’ll make it out alive. Impulse, hot blood, good intentions can’t solve any problems—only add another corpse to the count. It’s a pity not everyone can understand this.”

Yang Jian looked at him, showing a bit of surprise.

...

This almost cruel manner of thinking he had only seen in Wang Xiaoming; very few others possessed it.

Wang Quan gave a bitter smile and said, “Compared to a few lives, resolving the supernatural event is the urgent matter. If the situation isn’t addressed, rescuing people is meaningless. That thing kills much faster than we can save, playing a game of efficiency with ghosts, we just can’t win. The ghost painting incident that broke out abroad—the number of people who disappeared was horrifying.”

"Such an event must not happen again. Mister Yang successfully resolved the Hungry Ghost incident in Dachang City, so you should understand the rationale better than anyone. Of course, there are things that Mister Yang can do that we simply cannot, as sometimes we’re powerless and can only do what’s within our reach.”

Yang Jian kept a steady expression and said nothing; his attention was now focused on his surroundings, not on the conversation.

"The first floor is very normal, let’s go check the second floor.”

After a quick glance, he determined there were no traces of ghost painting invasion on the first floor, as a ghost manipulator is quite sensitive to supernatural events.

Wang Quan immediately took the walkie-talkie to inform, “Send two people to inspect the first floor, see if there are any students still lingering here, and be cautious about safety.”

Upon reaching the second floor, Yang Jian casually made a round, not even looking at many of the dorm doors, and knew there were no problems here either.

Glancing at Wang Quan, Wang Quan immediately understood and again spoke into the walkie-talkie, “The second floor is clear, commence inspection on this floor.”

Yang Jian continued on. Although he appeared nonchalant and dismissive, his vigilance was extremely high.

Every action around him was under his scrutiny, after all, he had more than a pair of eyes and could see more than the average person. No need to look around conspicuously; just passing by was enough to know the situation nearby.

"No problem on the third floor either,” Yang Jian continued.

This piece of information was undoubtedly very important; it could reassure the staff below to inspect the third floor without fearing an unexpected encounter with the ghost and subsequently dying unknowingly.

However, very soon.

At the stairwell corner from the third floor to the fourth floor, Yang Jian stopped in his tracks.

The stairs leading upward made the environment appear dimmer, despite the spotlights turned on outside, the light here seemed obstructed, dimming significantly. In contrast, the first floor below was quite bright, with this darkness and light forming a very noticeable border in the passageway, causing people to wonder what was really happening on this floor.

Yang Jian frowned slightly; he felt that the ghost eye within him had completely crashed again, starting to quiet down.

An invisible restraint was forming between the ghost and him.

It was a kind of suppression.

Just like when the ghost rope was about to hang the Headless Ghost Shadow.

The Headless Ghost Shadow had no head; the ghost rope could not hold it and had no impact whatsoever.

The situation was now the same.

Only the one being suppressed wasn’t the ghost; it was Yang Jian himself.

"The suppression is even stronger than when I faced that newspaper, if I continue approaching, I estimate my ghost eye will become completely useless,” Yang Jian hesitated.

Without the Ghost Domain, he could not use the five layers of the Ghost Domain to escape or even banish the ghost, placing him at a natural disadvantage.

Should anything go awry, he might very well fall in this utterly ordinary dormitory building.

"There’s a problem with the fourth floor; no one is allowed to come up,” Wang Quan reacted swiftly, immediately issuing the notice, “Remember, no one is to come to the fourth floor under any circumstances, and if someone tries to force their way in, stop them with forceful measures,”

Although it was unlikely for anyone to disobey orders under high alert.

But anything could happen amidst a supernatural event; perhaps someone would be influenced by a ghost and rush into the building recklessly.

Such incidents had occurred before.

"The situation is not quite the same as when dealing with the ghost paintings before,” Yang Jian spoke in a low voice, “Back then, the ghost paintings were just killing one-on-one without any effect on the surrounding environment, but now… both the fifth and fourth floors are affected. This is not a good sign.”

"Is the ghost painting reviving?” Wang Quan’s expression changed drastically.

"Unclear, there’s too little information on the ghost painting files. Although this thing has appeared before, we haven’t obtained key information; everything has to be figured out by ourselves, it’s like facing an unknown level of ghost anew,”

He was weighing in his mind whether or not to retrieve the painting from Miao Xiaoshan’s dormitory on the fifth floor.

In dealing with other supernatural incidents, Yang Jian had never been so apprehensive; he even had the guts to barge into Caesar Hotel directly.

But this ghost painting incident felt to him extremely complicated.

It was like the tip of an iceberg; the situation seemingly exposed was ordinary, with just a few people killed. However, once you truly encountered it, the terror hidden beneath could drive you to despair.

"Even if the Ghost Eye is no longer useful, I still have two other ghosts. Besides, the silence of the Ghost Eye only benefits me, allowing me to repress any ghost without distinction,” Yang Jian’s gaze shifted slightly.

He was originally capable of suppressing three ghosts indiscriminately to maintain his own balance.

If the ghost painting helped suppress the Ghost Eye, it was as if he had freed up a quota for another ghost.

This was more useful than holding ten Ghost Candles in hand.

The ghost painting restrained him, yet there was also a possibility that he could restrain the ghost painting.

Moreover, with the Eight-Tone Music Box in hand, he couldn’t die no matter what. If he dared not touch even a counterfeit of the ghost painting now, his fate would be even worse if he inevitably became embroiled in a real ghost painting incident in the future.

During this period of thought, Wang Quan remained silent, not uttering a single word.

Whether to go to the fourth floor or not had to be decided by Yang Jian. Wang Quan wasn’t a ghost controller; he couldn’t, as an outsider, give advice on matters he didn’t understand. That could get people killed.

If Yang Jian insisted on not going up to the fourth floor, then Wang Quan would turn around and leave without hesitation, even if there were students left lingering on the fourth and fifth floors.

After all, if even a ghost controller lacked the confidence to return safely, it was certain death for an ordinary person.

"Go to the fourth floor, be ready to encounter the ghost painting at any time, and also, speak less, look around less, and wander less,” Yang Jian decided calmly after some thought.

Wang Quan nodded in agreement, signaling to the two accompanying officers behind him to put on gloves and get their flashlights ready.

The equipment had been specially made, coated with gold so as not to be affected by ghost shadows.

Yang Jian didn’t issue any further instructions but began to ascend the stairs, heading towards the fourth floor.

Previously, Sun Yujia was on the fourth floor when he was frightened into climbing out of a window and falling to his death, which clearly indicated that there must be something on this floor; perhaps Sun Yujia had already seen it, otherwise he wouldn’t have skipped such a large stairway entrance.

Upon reaching the fourth floor, Yang Jian felt as though he had entered a different environment.

The lighting was dim and flickering, the surroundings eerily quiet, and a persistent coldness pervaded the air, with only their footsteps echoing back and forth.

But after taking just a few steps, Yang Jian stopped, feeling as if he had sensed something, and immediately turned to look back.

Something eerie happened.

The corridor behind the corner disappeared, leaving only a deep stairway that seemed endless, leading into a dark abyss. It was unclear where one would end up if they followed the stairs downward—possibly in the depths of hell or at the side of a fierce ghost.

"The stairs are gone?” Wang Quan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Yang Jian didn’t speak, casually throwing a bullet downward.

The bullet, made of gold, couldn’t be affected by a ghost’s power.

Quickly, the sound of the bullet hitting the ground could be heard, stopping beneath the eighth step, as if blocked by something.

"The staircase is still there.”

Yang Jian said, “It’s just that we have been affected. This is a kind of Ghost Domain; our surroundings are under its influence, but reality has not been completely altered. Yet, if you walk down these stairs, it will be different; you could walk all the way to the end. As for where you’d end up, even I don’t know.”

Gold could resist the influence of the Ghost Domain, but people couldn’t, so walking the same path would yield different results. For someone like him, who possessed a Ghost Domain, it was all too clear.

"Fortunately, the ghost painting is not in its previous state; otherwise, the Ghost Domain’s influence would span more than two floors,” Yang Jian was not afraid.

He had seen many weird situations like this before, such as the time with the Door Knocking Ghost… the inescapable No. 7 Middle School.

"Let’s go, now that we’re here, don’t even think about retreating,” Yang Jian paid no attention to the endless staircase behind him.

He knew that there was nothing good waiting below, but who would be foolish enough to follow a ghost’s intent and walk down there?

While Yang Jian led Wang Quan and the others to investigate the fourth floor,

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On a certain step of the previously mentioned staircase leading into darkness, a human silhouette hidden in the shadows became faintly discernible. The figure’s features were not clear, but the deathly pale, bloodless hands stood out starkly. It seemed as if they had been waiting there a long time.

Near this silhouette, several cell phones scattered on the ground still emitted a faint glow.

They appeared to belong to students from the dormitory.

Some people seem to have walked down this staircase all the way, sinking too deep to return.