Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 87 The Ghost Eyes of the Dead

Two wish-granting ghosts!

If there are two wish-granting ghosts on this Minglong Road, many of the doubts can be explained!

The logic of many things becomes clear. For example, Yan Ming never understood why he was able to pretend to be the "blindfolded ghost".

Because if he weren't given this ability, he wouldn't doubt his own experiences in reality, let alone know about the existence of the "Blinding Ghost".

Even if he could return to reality from the evacuation point of Wangcheng No. 1 Middle School, Yan Ming could not quickly confirm that he had returned to the real world.

After all, all of this was far removed from his personal experience, and he could only feel that the city in front of him was another ghost realm.

After all, reality has completely collapsed, so it's normal for major problems to arise at the evacuation points.

And now, there are actually two wish-granting ghosts on the small Minglong Road, and one of them has even tricked the other...

Yan Ming felt uncomfortable being sandwiched between them.

Escaping the control of the Blindfolded Ghost is not easy; escaping from the control of the Blindfolded Ghost within the likely-existing "Imitation Ghost" is even more difficult...

That would probably be even more difficult.

Yan Ming couldn't help but sigh inwardly, but then realized something else.

Is it possible that even the Imitation Ghost is unaware of the Blind Ghost's true target?
The path to becoming a ghost requires a "human-ghost swap".

If he could successfully swap places with the mimicry ghost and bring it into his "human realm"...

Perhaps things aren't as bad as they seem.

Yan Ming obtained a lot of important information from the file, which was particularly crucial and was likely his biggest gain since returning to reality.

Yes, the struggle against ghosts is actually an information war. Only by doing one step ahead of the ghosts and knowing three steps ahead of them can one possibly win.

The difference between humans and ghosts is so vast that even with all the preparations, one could still be kicked to death.

Fortunately, the battles between ghosts rely heavily on the operation and conflict of the rules, and energy level is not the sole criterion for determining victory or defeat.

As stated in the appendix, the Imitation Ghost's energy level is significantly lower than that of the Blind Ghost, but it can still fool the Blind Ghost because that's its job.

Yan Ming reached into his pocket and touched the marbles.

Since rules have priorities, conflicts between ghosts largely depend on the rules...

The rules of the eerie game are also rules, and they are absolutely the highest level of rules; otherwise, these ghosts wouldn't be trapped by the eerie game.

To seize a chance of survival, you must make good use of the items from the bizarre game.

He memorized all the information in the file folder, even meticulously recording every photograph.

Yan Ming wasn't worried that the photos would be a way for some kind of ghostly taboo to spread, because this was an official file.

Even if they were this amateurish, they shouldn't be.
This department is just suffering from a talent shortage, not that it only hires idiots.

"Finished reading? I know you might be the only survivor in that area. I'd like to know if you have any additional information about that place?"

Old Jiang noticed that Yan Ming had finished thinking, so he asked him this question.

Yan Ming shook his head with a wry smile: "If it weren't for some unexpected events, I probably wouldn't even know what my situation was, and I'd been kept in the dark by the ghosts all along."

"Alright." Old Jiang sighed. If he could, he would still like to know more about his students' specific situation.

Wang Ming's ability to take on the role of head of scientific research personnel in an observation area speaks volumes about his talent and competence.

If it weren't for some kind of groundbreaking discovery, Wang Ming would never have been willing to sacrifice his life.

To be honest, the contribution of someone like Wang Ming to humanity and society, if he had survived, would have far exceeded that of the vast majority of people.

Of course, Old Jiang would never sacrifice anyone else's life just to save Wang Ming; this is a fundamental human rights issue, and he was quite aware of it. Old Jiang took the file folder from Yan Ming and placed it with the other files. Just as he fastened the string on the folder, Yan Ming noticed a realistic skull pattern appearing on it.

"This is……"

Yan Ming was a little curious. He looked at the other file folders and found that all the files sealed with thin rope had similar skull patterns.

“Files that have not been opened by me will be automatically destroyed, so if you have any information you want to look at, you need to find it and let me see it first.”

Old Jiang said slowly, then smiled and said, "It's just the most basic way to prevent this. The ghost on this file folder is only under my control, not my ability. Even if I die, it won't affect the archive."

Looking at the skull above, Yan Ming suddenly realized something and asked, "Is this an image ghost?"

Old Jiang nodded, looking quite surprised, and said, "Yes, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable. Even the Ghost Sparrow has never seen this thing. It's said to have disappeared from the strange games of the last ten years or so."

Yan Ming chimed in, "That makes perfect sense."

After all, the place where his seven image ghosts were located was Wangcheng, and Wangcheng was a game map from more than 20 years ago.

Of course, those nurse ghosts were essentially things created by Dr. Zhang, and could not be considered real ghosts.

"Alright, it's lunchtime now. Come with me to the department cafeteria for something to eat. I have some other things I want to ask you."

Old Jiang stood up from his seat and walked towards the door.

Yan Ming patted Lu Mingzhe on the shoulder, signaling him to follow him.

He wasn't actually hungry, since he had eaten quite a bit on his way from the food street, but judging from Old Jiang's expression, he probably had something to tell them.

Yan Ming didn't know why, but he did have a strange feeling about it.

Old Master Jiang seemed to value them more than the few T2 tier players who had been urgently summoned.

Because of……

Did the department leaders already realize that those people had ulterior motives?

However, due to a shortage of manpower, they can only let them do as they please, but now Elder Jiang wants to cultivate some new forces.

Some new forces that may not belong to the Weird Games faction.

"Where did you get your Ghost Eye rules from? Is it from 'Ghost Eye' Li Yan?"

Walking down the corridor, Old Jiang asked Yan Ming in a calm tone.

"Yes, you should know that Li Yan was once sent to that building to carry out a mission, but unfortunately, he was powerless to fight back against that thing."

Yan Ming sighed.

“Since that’s the case, it means that Li Yan has chosen you, so you are someone we can trust.” Old Jiang smiled, then sighed, “There’s something I originally planned to give to Li Yan after he returned from his mission, but unfortunately that’s not possible.”

"What is it?" Yan Ming wasn't particularly happy, because he knew that the thing must have serious side effects, otherwise Old Jiang would have given it to Li Yan in the first place.

"A ghost eye."

Old Jiang led Yan Ming to a locked iron gate and they stood there.

Yan Ming couldn't help but shiver. Just standing there, he could feel waves of cold energy emanating from the room.

"The eye of a ghost that confirms 'death'."

"It used to be a spy."

Old Jiang said quietly, then reached out and pressed his hand on the skull pattern on the iron gate.

(End of this chapter)