The first floor was not lit. The vast hall was completely unobstructed, looking like a small museum.
A collection of ancient relics were neatly arranged in special glass cases according to their years. Under the dim yellow light beams, they looked mysterious and solemn.
Deng Yang led the group to the second - floor laboratory with ease. As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Professor Sun with his back to them. He was holding a small brush in his hand and bending over to clean a small box brought back from the ancient tomb.
And Yao Chen was standing in the corner of the room, fiddling with a bunch of instruments. His whole body was shrouded in shadow, making it impossible to see his face clearly.
Seeing that the two people they were looking for were both here, Deng Yang immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
But then he thought about the stench of corpses on his own body. He anxiously said to Professor Sun, "Teacher, ever since we came out of the ancient tomb, there has been a stench of corpses on all of us. Is there something wrong with that ancient tomb..."
Before he could finish speaking, the lights in the room flickered once. All the instruments were like old - fashioned televisions with malfunctions, constantly making a crackling current sound.
Professor Sun slowly turned his head. The moment they saw his face clearly, everyone gasped.
Sun Wentao was a handsome guy when he was young. Later, after becoming a professor, he had an elegant and amiable temperament, so everyone liked his classes very much.
But at this moment, his face was swollen. Several hideous purplish - red blood vessels bulged and criss - crossed all over his face. His facial features were constantly floating and twisting, completely turning into another person.
"Teacher, you... What's wrong with you? Did you get poisoned by a chemical reagent?"
Yu Nian immediately turned his head to look at Yao Chen beside the window. Sure enough, like Professor Sun, he was now like a mutated zombie, extremely ugly, roaring and running towards them.
Deng Yang had never seen such a terrifying scene before. He was completely stunned and couldn't react. His feet felt as if they were filled with lead and he stood there motionless.
Yu Nian quickly pulled Deng Yang aside.
With a loud "crack", the doorframe behind Deng Yang was suddenly shattered by Sun Wentao's big hand that emitted black air, and wood chips flew everywhere.
Deng Yang's hands and feet were weak, and he looked pale with shock.
At this moment, Professor Sun was emitting a terrifying red light all over his body. His dead - looking face was extremely ugly, obviously possessed by something evil!
At the same time, the originally quiet research institute suddenly became noisy. Shrill roars echoed on every floor.
Only then did Deng Yang react. Today was the day when the senior brothers and sisters came to give research reports. There were at least a dozen people in the whole research institute. Could it be that they had all turned into such inhuman monsters?
A cold voice came from beside Deng Yang. Yu Nian said, "Everyone in the research institute has been assimilated by the evil aura. You have my talisman paper on you, so you won't have an accident. Keep running outside and leave the research institute quickly!"
Deng Yang finally came to his senses and ran out of the door desperately.
Yu Nian and Feng Chengyuan glanced at each other. The latter closed the laboratory door tightly in a tacit understanding.
Yu Nian used his hand as a blade and quickly knocked out several hideous strange people who pounced on them...
Deng Yang ran to the staircase on the second floor, but he was completely lost.
The corridor that he had walked through thousands of times was now extremely strange. The staircase was completely covered by the lingering black fog, making it impossible to tell the way.
Deng Yang wanted to back off, but the possessed senior brothers and sisters were hot on his heels. The sound of their leather shoes stepping on the ground kept making a "creaking" sound, getting closer and closer like a death knell. Deng Yang broke out in a cold sweat.
Deng Yang gritted his teeth and rushed forward with his eyes closed. But at the corner, he bumped into Jiang Jin and Yu Qinghe who were sneaking around.
Deng Yang was startled and anxiously said, "Why are you here too?"
Jiang Jin looked behind Deng Yang. Seeing that Feng Chengyuan was not there, his original uneasiness turned into annoyance. He kept chattering, "What? Is A University owned by your family? I can come whenever I want. Who are you to tell me what to do? And what's that stinky smell?"
Yu Qinghe didn't even bother to pay attention to Deng Yang and was about to step into the depths of the fog.
"Don't go!"
The roars behind were getting closer and closer. Deng Yang cursed and dragged the two of them away.
Jiang Jin and Yu Qinghe were both stunned. After running for about five meters, Jiang Jin shouted angrily, "What the hell are you running for? Is there a ghost chasing you?"
After saying that, Jiang Jin took a quick look behind him. As he turned his head, he came face - to - face with a hideous face.
A sharp pain came from his face. The dark and sharp nails scratched his nose tip, and nosebleed gushed out.
The monster - like person greedily sucked the blood on its nails, as if it wanted to skin and dismember everyone and drink their blood.
Jiang Jin's blood seemed to flow backwards instantly. He let out a shrill scream and ran out of the door with all his might.
Halfway through, Jiang Jin remembered Yu Qinghe again. He looked around but saw a white figure quickly dart out from beside him.
Jiang Jin was stunned. "Qinghe? Why are you running so fast?"
In the face of such a great disaster, Yu Qinghe was too lazy to pretend. She shouted, "Nonsense! If I run slowly, won't I be dead?"
Jiang Jin: ...
But no matter how fast they ran, they couldn't outrun the people possessed by evil spirits.
Seeing that those people were about to catch up, Yu Qinghe gritted her teeth and suddenly stretched out her foot to trip Jiang Jin and Deng Yang, trying to hold back the strange people and buy some time for herself to escape.
The two were only focused on avoiding the fierce ghosts behind them. They were suddenly tripped by Yu Qinghe and fell to the ground.
In Jiang Jin's shocked gaze, Yu Qinghe disappeared at the end of the stairs without looking back.
A pair of cold hands fiercely reached towards Deng Yang's chest. Deng Yang's blood instantly froze.
At this critical moment, Deng Yang suddenly felt a burst of heat on his chest. A golden light burst out from his body, dispelling all the coldness.
A shrill scream came from the darkness. The hands seemed to be burned by a raging fire and suddenly retracted.
Deng Yang breathed a sigh of relief. He took out the talisman paper like a precious treasure and held it tightly in his hand, murmuring, "The master really didn't lie to me!"
But unexpectedly, the next second, the hands suddenly changed direction and rushed straight towards Jiang Jin.
In an instant, countless dust rushed towards Jiang Jin. He only felt a chill on his neck, and a pair of big hands tightly grabbed his neck.
The hands were extremely cold, like black iron that had been soaked in ice for many years. They gradually tightened, leaving Jiang Jin no chance to breathe.
Jiang Jin was a strong adult man after all, but the strength of those hands was so great that they could lift his whole body and suspend him in the air!
Jiang Jin struggled desperately. His lungs felt like they were on fire. His originally thin face was now flushed red. With his eyes bloodshot, he finally saw the face of the person in front of him clearly.
An extremely ugly face revealed extreme stubbornness and cruelty. In those eyes, Jiang Jin saw indifference and contempt for life.
Jiang Jin had never felt so desperate before. If he had another chance, he would never have followed Yu Nian here!
Jiang Jin's vision gradually blurred. Just as he was about to suffocate, a strong force sliced through the air. The person in the darkness suddenly let out a muffled groan.
At the same time, the force on Jiang Jin's neck disappeared. He coughed violently twice and collapsed on the ground limply.
Jiang Jin opened his eyes with difficulty. A graceful figure appeared in his field of vision... Could it be that Qinghe had come back to save him?