Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 92 The City of Peeping
May the ghosts have "evil eyes".

Yan Ming took out the ghost eye from the box and examined it quietly in his hand.

The grayish-white sclera is covered with blood vessels, which converge towards the center like cracks.

His pupils were lifeless, yet they possessed a kind of translucent clarity that seemed to transcend death, as if he were a work of art waiting to be resurrected at any moment.

He had just inquired in detail about the Ghost Eye Trial from Elder Jiang. As a human, if one wants to accommodate a ghost's body parts, one must place one's own will above that of the ghost.

After using the Demon Eye, he will enter a special scene similar to a vision, where he needs to defeat the remaining will of the Demon Eye once again.

Moreover, this special scenario is, to some extent, time-limited; his body is like a vegetable in the outside world.

If someone takes care of this body, he will have a little longer; if no one takes care of him, he may die of hunger and thirst within two days.

Therefore, Yan Ming knew very well that it was best to complete this trial in the real world. If he returned to Wangcheng No. 1 High School, he wouldn't have much time to deal with this matter.

Based on this, he only has a maximum of 40 hours.

If he didn't finish, Yan Ming had no idea what would happen to him.

If he doesn't wake up in time when it's time to return to school, then his life will be in someone else's hands.

It's like playing PUBG and your computer automatically shuts down as soon as you board the plane; whether you survive or not is entirely up to fate.

"I must complete the Ghost Eye trial as soon as possible. Please provide me with a suitable venue." Yan Ming looked at Elder Jiang, already prepared in his heart.

Anyway, the more crucial theory of the path to becoming a ghost has already been handed over to Elder Jiang. There's no need to say anything else; the most important task of this trip has been completed.

Whether he dies in the trial of the Ghost Eye or in the City of Delusion, he can rest easy now, because he knows he has given humanity a glimmer of hope.

Even if the path to becoming a ghost is difficult, it is still a kind of hope.

"Okay, I'll arrange it for you, don't worry about that." Old Jiang answered without hesitation. "I'll also prepare the materials you need, so you can take them with you after you succeed."

Yan Ming smiled and said, "I have a few other companions, and I'm also grateful for your help."

"Hmm." Old Jiang nodded; he could handle such a small matter.

Yan Ming didn't choose a place after that. Old Jiang arranged a secret room with extremely high security for him, in a special department area of ​​the post office.

This room is a special facility for emergency care and recuperation, so things like glucose water are always readily available to provide a comfortable environment for every person in a vegetative state.

After entering the secret room, Yan Ming even discovered that there were other people in the next room. Looking through the window, the two people in the ward were indeed in a state similar to that of a vegetable.

A person's lower body was somehow completely fused with a boulder, and his head also showed signs of petrification, but according to the electrocardiogram machine next to him, the person was still alive.

The other person looked normal, but was extremely thin, with more than a dozen IV drips hanging from his body, continuously delivering nutrients into his body.

"The two of them... were affected by the ghosts during that rebellion and became like this."

Old Jiang noticed the confusion in Yan Ming's eyes and sighed, "The doctors and researchers all think they are beyond saving, but we can't just abandon them. Even if it costs a lot of money every day, we have to keep them alive. What if they wake up one day?"

Yan Ming couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It seemed that the so-called rebellion had indeed caused them great harm.

It could cripple an official organization, rendering it unable to compete with some civilian organizations... He entered the secret room, found a place to lie down, and at the same time made the crack on his forehead visible.

Yan Ming can hide the cracks; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to wander around the streets with his three eyes.

Normal people might think he's cosplaying Yang Jian, while others might think he's cosplaying Yang Jian (a character from a fantasy game), but if players of the game discover this, it won't be a good thing.

He decided to enter the trial now, as soon as possible, so that he would have time to make other arrangements.

Before this, Yan Ming had already told Lu Mingzhe about his situation, and he believed that Lu Mingzhe could take good care of He Lian and Zhao Yunyao.

After doing all this, Yan Ming glanced at the time; there were still 39 hours left on the countdown.

come on.

Yan Ming exhaled a breath of turbid air and placed the ghost's eyes into place.

There used to be a ghost eye in the crack on his forehead, and the map rule "Peeping at all evil spirits" was engraved on that ghost eye.

However, after the Wish Demon's demon eye took over, the demon eye instantly came back to life, becoming extremely active from its previous lifelessness. It immediately merged Yan Ming's original demon eye into itself, and then stretched out from the crack on its own.

Several strands of blood connected it to the crack. The ghost eye stretched out its blood vessels, then looked back at Yan Ming's appearance, its eyes filled with a sense of doubt.

A small vein of blood circulated deep within it as it scratched the back of its head, unaware of the current situation.

However, just a few seconds later, the ghost eye burrowed back into the crack on Yan Ming's forehead.

At the same time, Yan Ming was forced to close his eyes, and his consciousness entered another place.

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Yan Ming stretched out his hand, feeling the damp environment of the city.

He waved his hands in the air a few times, and then he could feel that his hands were wet.

Is the humidity here really that high?

Standing under the gray streetlights, Yan Ming's blurry reflection was mirrored on the wet asphalt road.

He looked up and saw that the windows of the tall buildings were half-closed with blinds, and pairs of peering eyes flashed through the gaps, but they disappeared in an instant.

There were few pedestrians on the street; most of them walked briskly close to the walls, wearing large hats and trench coats that completely covered them, with high collars that reached all the way to their ears.

When Yan Ming looked at the pedestrians, their eyes were always fixed on his toes. But when he didn't focus on the pedestrians and only glanced at them out of the corner of his eye, he would find that these pedestrians were secretly looking at each other, and the light in their eyes was incomprehensible.

After Yan Ming stood on the same street corner for more than two minutes, he noticed that a row of security cameras in front of the convenience store next to him started to rotate and lock their lenses onto him.

Inside the glass door, the cashier at the front desk was looking down at her phone, but her attention was clearly focused on the surveillance footage on the computer screen in front of her.

Even the stray cats at the alley entrance huddled in dark corners, constantly licking their paws, but their eyes were secretly glancing at Yan Ming out of the corner of their eyes.

So, am I now to explore this city?
A city of spying?

(End of this chapter)