The Mysterious Resurrection at the Beginning of Infinite Terror

Chapter 3

At this moment, a tall male student suddenly rushed out and ran towards the direction of the red light.

Wang Lin was naturally prepared. He was already reluctant to appear in front of others, precisely because he was afraid that someone would cause trouble and try to steal Yang Jian's opportunity.

Just kidding, if you steal it, can you guarantee you can open the Ghost Realm and take us out of the campus?

Even if you can lead the paranormal to success this time, can you lead the entire paranormal era to success?

He instantly crouched down and kicked out from the side, causing the male student to trip and fall flat on his face.

Seeing his plan fail, the man became enraged and shouted at Wang Lin, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to! You just want to keep this opportunity for yourself, don't you? You said you didn't want us to take it, that only Yang Jian could get it!"

Actually, it's because if you had directly said that only you could obtain it, your intentions would have been too obvious. That's why you said only Yang Jian could obtain it, and then you wanted to take it all for yourself while we and Yang Jian were off guard!

Wang Lin sneered, and before the male student could get up, he pressed down on him, took out the fruit knife he had prepared earlier and had just picked up in the classroom, and stabbed him in the heart. The male student died instantly.

"You idiot, didn't you hear what that guy I just killed said? He said Yang Jian will be awesome in the future."

Alright, everyone, I'm standing here and not moving. Only Yang Jian can pass through. Anyone who dares to pass through will die.

Wang Lin stood alone in front of the crowd, allowing only Yang Jian to pass.

Even after being killed, the corpse's heart was still gushing blood, which splattered onto Wang Lin. Combined with the red knife on Wang Lin's body,

Others really didn't dare to make any rash moves.

Wang Lin had already killed two people, and the others had no doubt that if they made any further moves, Wang Lin would kill them too.

Yang Jian asked Wang Lin, "What should I do?"

You can just reach out and touch it.

Although Yang Jian hesitated, he had no other choice at the moment. Every second he stayed there increased the risk of death.

The moment the mortal hand touched it, it felt a sharp pain and instinctively withdrew its palm.

The pain was bearable, but what truly terrified and disgusted people was that the thing actually burrowed directly inside their bodies.

Yang Jian collapsed to the ground, pain and cold assaulting him.

The crowd began to suspect Wang Lin again, but Wang Lin remained silent, simply holding a knife to prevent them from passing.

"I can see!" The group began to panic, but fortunately, the mortal realm quickly absorbed the demon's eye.

The team didn't really fall into chaos.

Having obtained the Ghost Shadow, Yang Jian could naturally see all the Ghost Realms clearly.

Before him in the mortal realm stood a tree, from which hung all sorts of strange things, including a relatively intact human skin, strips of cloth, and a human head.

Moreover, there was a 4-meter-tall person hanging on this thing, and that person was being watched with coffin nails.

Only Yang Jian can see these things; no one else, including Wang Lin, can.

"Alright, Yang Jian, now that you can see through the Ghost Realm, only you can lead us out."

What followed was simple: Wang Lin knew the way to escape was for Yang Jian to open the Ghost Domain.

There's no need to risk everything like in the original story to ask about the parchment.

However, Yang Jian was unable to activate the Ghost Domain as Wang Lin had described.

Yang Jian has only opened one branch so far.

Yang Jian's forehead skin split open, tearing open a scarlet slit to reveal eerie, restless eyes inside.

Where that eye swept, the surrounding darkness vanished like faded ink, revealing the original campus scene—though still dilapidated and decaying.

But at least it was no longer eternal darkness. "I...I can see!" Yang Jian's voice trembled with disbelief, yet also with a newfound excitement. "My Ghost Eye has opened!"

A huge weight was lifted off Wang Lin's shoulders; at least the most crucial step had been completed.

But the next second, Yang Jian suddenly groaned, covered his forehead, and knelt down on one knee.

The ghostly eye spun wildly, its scarlet light flickering, causing the surrounding scenery to shift between reality and the ghostly realm.

"Yang Jian!" a classmate exclaimed. "Don't go over there!" Wang Lin sternly stopped those who wanted to help him. "He's adapting to the supernatural power. If you get close now, you'll be swept away."

That's true, but not entirely. Wang Lin was indeed worried that someone might be affected by the out-of-control ghost eye.

But what worried him even more was—what if someone took advantage of the weakened Yang Jian? The tall figure nailed to the tree was still haunting him.

In this environment, the human heart is more unpredictable than a ghost. Everyone watched as Yang Jian struggled in agony, something writhing beneath his skin, the ghostly eye on his forehead opening and closing erratically. After about two or three minutes—which felt like two or three hours in the oppressive silence—Yang Jian finally staggered to his feet.

The eye on his forehead had stabilized; though still eerily crimson, its movements now had a rhythmic pattern. Even more chilling was the faint red glow emanating from the depths of Yang Jian's pupil. "I...I can see through this darkness now," Yang Jian said hoarsely, "but only partially; the distance is still blurry."

"That's enough," Wang Lin said immediately. "Can you find a way out?" Yang Jian turned his head and looked around, his ghost eyes slowly rotating.

After a moment, he pointed in a direction: "There... the darkness is thinnest there, I can feel the light outside." "Lead the way," Wang Lin said succinctly.

"Wait a minute." The homeroom teacher suddenly spoke up. Wang Lin's handprint was still on his face, but his eyes were unusually complicated. "Wang Lin, who exactly are you? How do you know all this? That parchment... and this tree..." This question expressed everyone's unspoken thoughts.

A dozen pairs of eyes turned to Wang Lin, filled with fear, doubt, and a glimmer of hope—hope for this classmate who had suddenly become a stranger and frightening.

"Can you really keep them alive?" Wang Lin was silent for a few seconds. What could he say? That he was a time traveler? That they were all characters in a book? That he knew the future but couldn't remember the details? Ultimately,

He chose the simplest and most truthful answer: "Like Fang Jing, I know some things about the 'future'."

The difference is that he wants to use information to harm others for survival, while I want to use information to help more people live. As for whether you believe it or not—”

He scanned the crowd, raising the still-dripping fruit knife in his hand: "—Suit yourself. But now, either follow me, or stay here and wait to die. The choice is yours." No one chose to stay. Yang Jian led the way.

The ghost eye constantly adjusted its direction, avoiding the eerie presence surging in the darkness.

Wang Lin followed closely behind, wary of potential threats from the front or rear.

The rest of the group followed cautiously behind, maintaining a delicate distance from one another—daring not to stray too far from the group, nor to get too close to others.

On their way, they passed a classroom. Through the broken windows, they could see more than a dozen corpses lying haphazardly inside.

They all looked like students; some were slumped over their desks, others lay in the aisle, and each of them had an expression of extreme fear on their face.

"It's from Class 3 of Grade 11..." A girl covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

"My cousin is in that class..." "Don't stop!" Wang Lin didn't even turn his head. "Stopping means death."

The group continued forward amidst suppressed sobs. The border of the Ghost Realm drew ever closer; the streetlights of the normal world outside could now be faintly seen. Hope was within reach. Just then, Yang Jian suddenly stopped. "What's wrong?" Wang Lin immediately became alert. "Something's blocking the way ahead..."

Yang Jian's ghost eye on his forehead stared intently ahead. "Not a ghost, it's... a person?" Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing. At the exit of the teaching building, a figure in a school uniform stood with her back to them. Judging from the back, it was probably a girl. "A classmate?"

The homeroom teacher tentatively called out, "Are you still alive? Come here, let's go out together!" The figure slowly turned around. The moment everyone saw her face, they gasped. It was Su Lei. The girl Zhang Wei had first jokingly said had "poop on the table."

But her current appearance... is definitely not normal. Her entire face is bluish-gray, her pupils are unfocused, yet a strange smile hangs on the corner of her mouth.

Zhang Wei's voice trembled, "You...you're still alive?" Su Lei didn't answer. She simply smiled, slowly raised the book in her hand, and began to read aloud. Her voice was hollow and ethereal, unlike a human voice, more like some kind of recording: "When darkness falls, the doors open. Knowledge is the key, and also the curse."

"Those who read this book will see the truth; those who see the truth will become the truth..." "What the hell is she reciting!" a boy shouted in despair. Wang Lin's expression changed drastically: "Shut up! Cover your ears! Don't listen to those words!" But it was too late. The two boys closest to Su Lei suddenly froze, their eyes becoming vacant, their lips slowly widening into the same eerie smile as Su Lei's. Then, they pulled out pens and notebooks from their backpacks and began frantically writing—writing down exactly what Su Lei had read aloud.

"I've been infected!" Wang Lin's heart sank to the bottom. He remembered a certain setting in the original work: ghost slaves, certain supernatural phenomena are contagious, like a virus.

And this book, *Dark Materials*, is clearly the medium. "Yang Jian! Can we go around it?" Wang Lin asked urgently. Yang Jian's Ghost Eyes darted around frantically, and after a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "No! This is the weakest point in the Ghost Realm; this is the only way!"

Elsewhere... the darkness is too thick; my ghostly eyes can see through it, and forcing our way through would only lead us all astray!

Ahead lies a ghostly servant spreading supernatural rumors, behind him a knocking ghost that could come at any moment. A desperate situation.

Su Lei's reading grew louder and louder, and the two boys who had been infected also began to read along.

The eerie words spread through the air like a plague, and two more girls began to look unfocused.

"We have to interrupt her!" Wang Lin decided immediately. "Yang Jian, use your Ghost Eye ability! Try to interfere with her!"

"I...I don't know how to use it!" Cold sweat beaded on Yang Jian's forehead. "This eye...it doesn't really obey me..."

"Imagine it! Concentrate! Imagine it as part of your body!" Wang Lin roared, "Like grabbing something with your hand!"

Yang Jian closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the red light deep in his pupils surged.

The ghost eye on its forehead suddenly turned towards Su Lei, its scarlet light focusing on her like a searchlight.

Su Lei's reading aloud came to an abrupt halt. She stiffly turned her head, her unfocused pupils "looking" at Yang Jian. Then, she smiled.

The smile was twisted and crazed. "You...you saw it..." she rasped, "You're cursed too...we'll all be plunged into darkness..."

Before she finished speaking, the book "Dark Materials" in her hand suddenly started moving without any wind, and the pages flipped wildly.

Black characters floated out from the pages, twisting and combining in the air like living things, turning into black tentacles that surged towards Yang Jian!

"Yang Jian, be careful!" Wang Lin tried to rush over, but Zhang Wei held him back tightly.

"Don't go over there! You'll get infected if you touch those words!" The black tentacles moved incredibly fast, wrapping around Yang Jian's body in the blink of an eye.

Yang Jian screamed, and the ghost eye on his forehead burst out with a blinding red light, fiercely fighting against the black tentacles.

Red and black intertwined and tore at each other, the air thick with a strange stench of burnt and decay. "Help, help me..." Yang Jian squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

Wang Lin looked around, his gaze landing on the infected students. Their pens were still writing frantically, their notebooks already filled with strange characters.

With each additional word she wrote, Su Lei's dark aura intensified, and the tentacles attacking Yang Jian grew even thicker.

"Knock them out!" Wang Lin roared. "Stop writing!" The few boys who were still somewhat conscious looked at each other, none of them daring to move.

"If you don't want to die, then make your move!" Wang Lin grabbed the broken pieces of a chair next to him and rushed in front of an infected boy, smashing the chair down on the back of his neck.

The boy fell to the ground with a thud, the pen in his hand rolling to the floor. Having witnessed this, the instinct for survival finally overcame his fear.

The other boys gritted their teeth and stepped forward, using various methods to knock out the infected. With each person who fell, the darkness surrounding Su Lei dimmed a little more.

Finally, when the last infected person collapsed, Su Lei let out a piercing scream.

The Dark Materials in her hand suddenly burst into flames, engulfing her body. The tentacles that had attacked Yang Jian also disintegrated.

Yang Jian staggered backward, his body soaked in sweat. The ghost eye on his forehead darted around uneasily, its red light sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

"Quick... now..." he said weakly, "the door... is right behind her..."

As everyone looked, they saw a door slowly emerging from the ashes left by Su Lei's burning.

Outside the door, the streetlights shone brightly and warmly. "Let's go!" Wang Lin helped Yang Jian up and rushed towards the door first.

The others, as if waking from a dream, rushed over in a hurry.

The moment they stepped through the door, everyone felt a dizzying sensation, as if they had suddenly surfaced from deep water.

When they opened their eyes again, they were already standing outside the gate of Dachang No. 1 Middle School. The night sky was clear, the stars were sparse, and occasionally a car drove by on the street in the distance.

Everything was so calm, as if the experience just now was just a nightmare. But the fact that half of the students were missing, the bloodstains on their bodies, and the slowly closing eye on Yang Jian's forehead, leaving only a thin scarlet slit, all silently spoke of the cruel reality.

"Is it...it's over?" A girl collapsed to the ground, bursting into tears. The homeroom teacher counted the students, her voice choked with emotion: "Thirty-seven people...only nineteen came out..."

Wang Lin leaned against the wall by the school gate and slowly slid down to the ground. Only then did he feel the trembling in his arms, the wild pounding of his heart, and the deep-seated fear that followed. So close. So close, they would all have died inside.

[Main Quest Completed: Survived the "Knocking Ghost" incident at Dachang No.1 Middle School]

[Task Reward: 100 reward points have been issued]

[Hint: You have changed the fate of seven people. You have received an additional 70 reward points.]

[Current total reward points: 170]

A chilling reminder flashed through his mind. Wang Lin closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath.

He's still alive. That's enough. But the next second, the piercing sound of sirens grew louder as they approached.

Several special vehicles sped up and screeched to a halt at the school gate. Fully armed personnel jumped out of the vehicles; they were wearing uniforms with a distinctive insignia on their chests—a hand holding a candle flame.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a cold face. His gaze swept over the surviving students like an eagle, finally settling on the scarlet slit on Yang Jian's forehead.

"Headquarters Emergency Response Team." The man flashed his badge, his voice completely flat. "All survivors, please cooperate with the investigation. Especially—"

His gaze shifted to Wang Lin and Yang Jian. "—You two." Wang Lin's heart skipped a beat. He knew the real trouble was just beginning.