In the era of the supernatural, how did I become the source of terror?

"Sun Yue, Wang Xia, grab the first-aid kit. Li Zihang has been attacked by a ghost."

Xu Ye ran and shouted, as if something terrifying was chasing him.

Fortunately, when the two met at the bottom of the stairs, they found that the female ghost had not chased after them and was still standing in the same spot.

"I'm fine. Take this; you'll need it later."

Li Zihang struggled to hand the human skin to Xu Ye, a crucial prop he had risked his life to obtain.

There were five grayish-white finger marks on his arm, which were visibly rotting and dehydrating. If it wasn't treated quickly, his arm would be ruined.

They found a first-aid kit in the service area while they were searching for supplies, which might come in handy now.

Open the first aid kit.

Iodine tincture, cotton swabs, gauze, disinfectant cotton, Dayun Baiyao (a traditional Chinese medicine), and several bottles of cold and fever medication.

Xu Ye seemed to have thought of something. He took out a large bottle of purified water from the pile of supplies, unscrewed the cap, and carefully poured it onto Li Zihang's wound.

"Bear with it."

stab~

The ashen wound began to smoke, emitting a foul, burnt protein odor.

Li Zihang's lips were pale, and large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, but he didn't utter a sound.

"Xiao Hong's body just now showed obvious signs of dehydration. She was a female water ghost. Since water was her medium, it should also be able to alleviate the spread of this supernatural phenomenon," Xu Ye explained.

"It's alright. Dealing with ghosts is fine as long as you survive," Li Zihang said calmly.

A few minutes later, the wound on Li Zihang's arm had indeed healed considerably. The grayish-white bruises had faded, revealing the bright red flesh, and it had even begun to scab over.

The two girls, Wang Xia and Sun Yue, quickly helped him with disinfection and bandaging.

"The waterproofing is all done, no problems for now, everything's fine!"

After a while, Wang Yu returned, carrying a shovel and looking quite arrogant.

The kid found several waterproof sandbags in the warehouse behind the convenience store, and dug several half-meter-deep drainage ditches at the subway station entrance with a shovel to divert rainwater directly into the green belt, so there won't be any problems for a while.

Without the puddles, it would take the female ghost at least several days to spread throughout the entire station.

Of course, Xu Ye did not believe that this was her only option, as the situation could worsen at any time.

Surprisingly, there has also been new progress on Chen Xier's side.

"We've made contact!"

"Following Xu Ye's instructions, I tried to contact the other students who were still in the carriage. As a result, my roommate Sun Xiaomei actually replied to me. Here is what she sent. Take a look."

Xu Ye and Li Zihang exchanged a glance and nodded.

Sure enough, you can use your phone normally inside and on the subway, but you can't communicate with the outside world.

Within the supernatural realm, there is a vast network of interconnected networks.

The fact that messages can be sent on the subway also suggests that the subway is still operating within a paranormal space.

It is even possible that it will stop at Yuhuacun Station again.

This intelligence is of great significance; if planned properly, it can greatly increase everyone's chances of survival.

Xu Ye took Chen Xier's phone, and a photo appeared before his eyes.

The photo is not blurry; on the contrary, it is very clear, showing another group in carriage number six.

Several students were lying in pools of blood, their internal organs spilling out.

Everyone huddled in panic at the other end of the carriage, too afraid to go forward.

A blurry figure was crouching behind the corpse.

The figure was emaciated, with brown skin, exuding the cold desolation of the dead.

He was using his sharp fingers to rummage through the stomach of one of the corpses.

Moreover, judging from the angle of the shot, his expression was ashen, devoid of any vitality.

That was clearly another ghost.

Below is Sun Xiaomei's comment:

"We were attacked by ghosts in carriage number six. Several classmates died, and their bodies were disemboweled by the ghosts."

"This ghost seems to be looking for suitable internal organs. It dug out the internal organs of those corpses and stuffed them into its own stomach one by one. How disgusting."

"But it seems they haven't found satisfactory organs, and people keep dying. I'm so scared."

"We wanted to go back to carriage number five, but Zhao Long refused. He said that everyone in carriage number five was dead. He also forced several classmates to scout ahead, but they were all killed by the ghost. The ghost reacted very quickly, and none of us could get through."

"We all hate Zhao Long. What right does he have to decide our lives? But he's too strong, and we can't beat him."

"A few boys had rather subtle expressions on their faces. They seemed to be secretly plotting something. I hid in a corner by the door, not daring to listen too closely."

After a few minutes' pause, a new message arrived.

"My God! They actually did it! While Zhao Long was arranging the new round of sacrifices, they all pushed him in front of the ghost. Zhao Long has become the ghost's next target!"

"Zhao Long was fighting with that ghost. The ghost's hand pierced his stomach, and blood was everywhere. We took the opportunity to hide in carriage number seven, which seems to be safe for the time being."

"Mom and Dad, where are you? I miss you so much. Nothing here feels right. I want to go home."

Xu Ye couldn't help but frown.

Li Zihang also habitually rubbed his slightly bluish chin:

"You sensed it too, didn't you? Her way of narrating is strange."

"It's less like sending messages and more like writing a diary; she's talking to herself in a way that's like recording something, which means..."

Xu Ye thought of a possibility.

"She probably didn't know the message would be received, so she just wrote it down in her notes and then sent it to everyone on WeChat, just like people who die in plane crashes write their last words, recording their diary before they die."

Once they arrived at this location, the girl named Sun Xiaomei started sending messages more frequently, with each message sent less than ten seconds apart, and some of the words were even wrong.

"The cloth is ready! We're getting the cloth ready. We're hearing footsteps coming from carriage number six. Oh my god, that ghost is coming again. It seems to have expanded its range of life after killing Zhao Long. It's dark outside the windows here, and the lights are starting to flicker. I feel like we're not going to make it."

"The automatic door opened, and everyone was terrified. It was Zhao Long who came. He had lost a lot of weight and was injured, but it seemed like he had won."

"How can a human defeat a ghost? Many classmates think this is abnormal. Zhao Long didn't say anything, but his expression became terrifying. I think he seems a bit abnormal."

"Zhao Long has started smashing things again. He even killed the classmates who had harmed him before."

"After he killed them, he even started to rip open their stomachs. He even opened his own stomach, which was empty, like a red leather bag."

"I have a bad feeling. If I can't get through on the phone, then something must have happened to me. Please tell my parents. I hate them."

The message paused here.

Xu Ye scrolled down to the bottom and only saw the last line:

The ghost didn't disappear; Zhao Long became a new ghost...