Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

The dark blue and hazy, ghostly atmosphere that had enveloped Dachang City for six hours vanished at a certain moment.

There was no warning whatsoever.

It was as if someone had ripped off the curtain covering the entire city.

The sunlight lashed down on my face.

Streets, buildings, GG signs, traffic lights...

Everything returned to normal, so vibrant it was almost blinding.

Outside of Dachang City.

Inside the temporary command tent.

Zhao Jianguo, who was staring at the satellite screen, suddenly stood up.

He didn't even notice the chair had tipped over to the ground.

He stared intently at the screen, his lips moving several times before he finally managed to utter a sound:

"The ghost town of Dachang City—is gone!"

Wang Xiaoming suddenly leaned closer.

The light from the screen was reflected in the lenses of the glasses.

The sky above Dachang City in the picture is clean and clear.

The spacetime distortions and the interplay of reality and illusion caused by the confrontation between the two ghostly realms all disappeared.

Only an ordinary city remains.

Lying quietly in the afternoon sun.

"it's over."

Wang Xiaoming took off his glasses and wiped them, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Who won?" Wei Jing asked.

No one can answer this question.

Because nobody knows the answer.

Yang Jian was the first to move.

The ghost eye on his forehead opened instantly.

The crimson demon realm unfolded once more, heading straight for Dachang City.

This time there were no obstacles.

His ghostly gaze swept in, like a basin of scarlet water splashed into the streets of Dachang City.

"I can get in." After saying those three words, he rushed out.

Zhao Jianguo tried to stop him, but Wang Xiaoming raised his hand to block him:

"Let him go. We'll go too."

The group quickly followed.

At the edge of the street, the first thing that catches the eye is a shocking scene.

An overturned vehicle was blocking the middle of the intersection.

The car doors were wide open, and the car was empty.

The windows of the roadside shops were shattered, and something smashed the roller shutter door from the outside in, leaving a human-shaped dent.

A scarf, whose owner I don't know, hung on a lamppost, swaying forlornly in the wind.

An indescribable smell permeated the air.

It wasn't the smell of blood, nor was it entirely the smell of a rotting corpse.

Instead, it was a cold, gloomy atmosphere that instinctively made people feel uncomfortable.

It smelled like the kind of smell that clings to clothes after standing in a morgue for too long.

Zhao Jianguo covered his nose, his face serious.

When the ghost realm shrouded the city, Dachang City was completely cut off from the outside world.

Satellite phone calls are unsuccessful; the signal is completely cut off.

The ghost realm has dispersed, but the streets are still empty.

What about people?

Where are the living people?

Where are the dead?

Yang Jian ignored all of that.

He ran straight towards the Guanjiang residential area.

Wei Jing followed behind Wang Xiaoming, activating the power of the ghost skin and watching each shadow warily.

This was the first time he had ever witnessed a paranormal event of this scale.

The entire city was swallowed up.

It was like a dream.

He suddenly realized that his understanding of "S-class paranormal events" was far too inadequate.

Only by stepping onto this empty street can one truly understand the weight of those words.

"It's too quiet." Wei Jing squinted.

It was indeed too quiet.

A city of hundreds of thousands of people shouldn't be this quiet, even if everyone stays at home.

There were no horns, no announcements, and no children crying.

There wasn't even a bird chirping.

At this time.

A sharp cry suddenly came from deep within the city.

The sound came suddenly, like a knife slicing through the deathly silence.

Then came the second sound, the third sound...

Some people are screaming, some are crying.

Someone is calling out the name of a loved one.

It's like a cassette tape that's been paused suddenly resuming playback.

All the voices burst forth at the same moment.

Dachang City has awakened.

In the residential building, window after window was pushed open.

Someone poked their head out, staring blankly at the street outside.

Someone rushed out of the building with their child in their arms and stood on the side of the road, at a loss.

Some people slumped down in front of their own doors, covering their faces and crying.

When Yang Jian arrived at Zhang Wei's door, he saw the familiar security door being pushed open from the inside.

Zhang Wei stood behind the door, his face as white as paper, holding a kitchen knife in his hand.

He saw Yang Jian rush over, and the kitchen knife clattered to the ground.

"Leg Bro! Holy crap, Leg Bro, you're finally back!"

Zhang Wei hugged Yang Jian tightly and wiped his tears and snot all over him.

"That scared me to death."

I thought I was going to die.

Leg Bro, do you know what that thing outside is?

It was pitch black.

As soon as I opened the door, I felt like someone was watching me.

I quickly locked the door.

Then he hid in the house for more than six hours.

It feels longer than a lifetime…

"Alright, alright." Yang Jian pushed him away.

He slapped Zhang Wei on the back of the head.

"Trying to kill a ghost with a kitchen knife? Are you out of your mind?"

"What can I do? You're not here, Leg Bro, sob sob..."

Before he could finish speaking, a woman's hysterical crying came from the next building.

Yang Jian turned his head and glanced at the second-floor window of that building, which was open.

A woman leaned half her body out and called out a name downstairs.

Zhang Wei shrank back:

"That man... seems to be gone."

Yang Jian was silent for a moment.

Similar scenes are playing out simultaneously in other parts of Dachang City.

On the central commercial street, shop owners who had previously kept their doors closed gradually opened their roller shutters and looked at each other.

Some people discovered their shops had been vandalized and started cursing.

Someone saw their elderly neighbor lying motionless in their shop.

He collapsed to the ground, unable to even cry.

At the intersection, a bus more than ten meters long was blocking the middle of the road.

The car door was open, but there was no one inside.

In more distant residential areas, some people discovered that the security door on the first floor had been torn open from the outside by something.

All the residents inside were silent.

Panic, grief, and bewilderment flowed like three rivers through the newly liberated city.

Zhao Jianguo made a phone call as he walked, reporting the situation to Cao Yanhua.

Wang Xiaoming walked on in silence.

Wei Jing followed behind without saying a word, his face tense and his expression so ugly that it seemed as if he himself was the ghost.

On the outskirts of Dachang City, at the foot of an old residential building.

Li Jun finally stood up.

The ghostly flames on his body had recovered somewhat, barely managing to spread a thin layer of green light across his skin.

He looked around at the world gradually returning to normal, and it took him several seconds to confirm that the ghost realm had really dispersed.

At this time.

On the empty street, a desolate figure staggered along.

"Zhao, Zhao Kaiming, you're still alive?"