Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

Chapter 639 Silent Despair

Ye Lin looked at the pitch-black fog wall that completely blocked his retreat, and his heart sank.

"Damn it, we're trapped in the Ghost Realm, and judging by this, this is most likely the Seventh District that Wang Qiming repeatedly warned about!"

The so-called Ghost Realm is the domain of ghosts and monsters; once you enter the Ghost Realm, your life and death are no longer in your own hands.

Ye Lin realized at this moment that he might really be in grave danger this time, after all, this was the strange domain of the Strange Infant.

There's a reason why the mere proliferation of ghost infants could be classified by headquarters as a top-tier supernatural disaster approaching S-level, far exceeding the danger level of a typical A-level event.

Most ordinary monsters have only one rule for killing: they either kill by sight or by sound. There are patterns to follow. As long as the pattern is understood and the monster tamer is careful to avoid it, there is still room for maneuver and escape.

But the Ghost Baby is completely different.

This thing is a special monster born from the origin of the Starving Ghost, with its own progressive evolutionary system. It becomes stronger the more it kills and more terrifying the more it devours. In other words, this thing can evolve indefinitely.

The ability to grow infinitely stronger as long as one doesn't die—that's terrifying.

A first-tier monstrous infant can silently approach and take lives; a second-tier infant breaks through distance limitations, killing instantly upon contact; and a third-tier infant is even more terrifying, capable of taking lives from afar simply by triggering rules with a special sound.

The most perplexing thing is that they have no fixed hunting patterns, are not bound by the rules of the regular supernatural realm, and are infinitely numerous, capable of endlessly breeding and replicating.

Moreover, the Ghost Infant also possesses supernatural power that specifically devours Ghost Tamers. Each time it devours a senior Ghost Tamer, it will make up for its own shortcomings and break through the upper limit of evolution.

Conventional items, soul-suppressing candles, golden barriers, and sealing coffins have negligible effect on high-level ghost infants.

They have no mind, no fear, no understanding of retreat; their only instinct is to kill and devour.

This kind of creature, which has no weaknesses, can evolve, has no unsolvable rules, and is specifically designed to counter the strange creatures of the Ghost Masters, is something that ordinary Ghost Master teams simply cannot contend with. Only a national captain-level expert could possibly have any hope of dealing with it.

"Judging from the state of the strange infant, Dacang City is in danger now, and it is likely to be destroyed."

If these things are allowed to leave the Seventh District and spread throughout the entire Da Cang City, no one in the city will survive. This is the fundamental reason why this incident was able to reach an S-level rating.

If the Strange Infant is allowed to continue evolving, even an S-rank rating wouldn't be enough to describe it.

Zhao Daming stood quietly in the black mist, not uttering a word the whole time. His face showed no sign of panic, but his eyes concealed a sinister scheme that no one knew. He thought to himself.

"Now you're scared? Too late. This is just the beginning. The real show hasn't even started yet. This little weirdness is just an appetizer. You two have no idea that this supernatural event is not just about the ghost baby. Da Cang City is doomed this time, and Yang Jian will die too. I'm telling you."

The oppressive, deathly silence was suffocating. He Chong's face was deathly pale, his Adam's apple bobbed incessantly, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Brother Ye, we're really done for. We're completely trapped in this alternate dimension. This strange infant is completely unreasonable. How can the three of us hold out against it!"

He could no longer suppress the panic in his heart.

"What incredibly bad luck! A perfectly good patrol turned into an S-level ghost domain. If I had known it would be this dangerous, I would never have taken this mission."

Zhao Daming then spoke slowly, his tone calm but heavy with pressure: "We don't need to take any chances anymore. Once we enter the Seventh District, our reinforcements won't be able to get in, our signals will be blocked, and all our trump cards will be gradually depleted."

Ye Lin's entire body was tense, his brows furrowed tightly, and he said in a deep voice, "I know the dangers here better than anyone. Ghost infants can evolve infinitely and can devour supernatural beings. My burial shroud can protect against ordinary ghosts, but it may not be able to withstand the continuous erosion of a high-level ghost infant."

All three had a somber expression on their faces. Each of them knew that they were now in dire straits, their lives hanging in the balance.

Ye Lin was about to say something more, instructing the two to stay close to him and never act alone, but the words suddenly stopped in his throat.

When he turned around, he found that there was no one behind him, and the clear footsteps had completely disappeared.

The entire street was deathly silent, with only the howling, cold black mist flowing through it; not a second person could be heard.

"Huh? What's going on? How could this happen!"

Ye Lin's heart skipped a beat, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back. An inexplicable sense of dread enveloped his entire body.

He Chong, who was just standing behind me and speaking, vanished into thin air in a mere second or two.

There were no footsteps, no struggles, no cries for help, and not even the slightest supernatural disturbance.

Yet, under these circumstances, a living demon tamer vanished without a sound, even as the three stood side by side.

This kind of sudden, silent disappearance is more chilling than a brutal battle; it is the ultimate in cold-blooded terror.

"He Chong, where are you?"

Ye Lin immediately shouted, his voice trembling slightly. He quickly turned his head and looked around, his gaze sweeping across the streets and alleys shrouded in black mist, but he couldn't see a single person.

He was both shocked and puzzled: "What happened? The person was just here a moment ago, how could they disappear in the blink of an eye?"

He instinctively wanted to look to the other side, to ask Zhao Daming beside him if he had noticed anything unusual, but as soon as he turned his head, a bone-chilling cold instantly ran through his body.

Zhao Daming, who had just been standing next to him, had also vanished without a trace.

Thick black fog surged and flowed along the narrow, empty street, and deathly silence enveloped the surroundings.

One second there were three people side by side, the next, he was all alone in the entire alternate dimension.

The overwhelming panic instantly shattered Ye Lin's last shred of composure; he was breathing rapidly, his chest heaving violently.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! How could two people disappear into thin air in just a few seconds!"

"What on earth is this thing? It didn't even give us a warning, or a chance to struggle?"

Ye Lin's back was drenched in cold sweat as his companions silently evaporated one after another. This unknown, supernatural hunting method filled him with extreme fear.

"No, that's not right!"

After a brief moment of panic, Ye Lin recalled some details from before, and his mind suddenly cleared up. Countless overlooked details flooded his mind in an instant.

He had always thought that Zhao Daming's unusual behavior during this period was simply due to his deep-seated grudge against Yang Jian, and his desire to find an opportunity to take revenge and bring down Yang Jian in order to settle personal scores.

However, by combining the current desperate situation, the sudden disappearance of everyone, and this premeditated trap in the eerie realm, all the suspicious details are connected.

From the moment he set out on his patrol, Zhao Daming deliberately encouraged people to flee, spread despair, and manipulate them with his words.

Upon entering this neighborhood, everyone was wary and fearful, except for Zhao Daming, who remained relatively calm.

Although he was also trapped in the strange realm, he did not feel the same sense of despair, as if he had known everything about this place all along.

Ye Lin's pupils contracted sharply, and a chilling guess popped into his mind:

"Could it be... that all of this wasn't an accident at all?"

"Our entry into the Seventh Block, our imprisonment in another dimension, and the successive disappearances of our companions—was this all a setup orchestrated by Zhao Daming from the very beginning?"

"He knew about the horror here all along, he foresaw this crisis, and even... he deliberately led himself and He Chong into this place to their deaths?"

Ye Lin became increasingly alarmed as he thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that all the details matched up. As a veteran, Ye Lin was very smart. After all, in this line of work, those who weren't smart would have died long ago.

But he no longer had the extra time to investigate or verify.

Because deep within this desolate black fog, a truly deadly crisis has quietly descended, locking onto him, who was all alone.

He dared not relax for a moment, immediately tensing up and instantly entering a state of highest alert, his heart pounding wildly.

The bizarre rules of this place are far more unsolvable and terrifying than I had imagined.

Just as Ye Lin was tense, a cold, stiff arm suddenly and silently landed on his left shoulder.