A bizarre resurrection: I, Yang Jian, am bound by a contract with the school beauty!

Li Yao suddenly looked up.

At that very moment, the woman in red moved.

She slowly raised her head.

A corner of the red veil slipped off her face.

This time, Li Yao saw things clearly.

Looking up, she saw an extremely delicate face.

That face is beautiful.

Her eyebrows and eyes were exquisite, and her skin was pale, like a bride enshrined in an old-fashioned painting.

But the next moment, that face began to rot.

First, the chin.

The pale skin cracked open, revealing dark red flesh.

Then came the corners of her mouth.

My lips were like paper that had been soaked in water, peeling off little by little.

Then comes the bridge of the nose, the eye sockets, and the forehead.

The decay spread from the bottom up.

Beauty was torn apart.

What was revealed inside was not flesh and blood, but grayish-white drawing paper.

There were chaotic red lines on the drawing paper, like countless faces struggling, or like countless dead people crying.

Li Yao's body suddenly felt cold.

"Run!"

She practically screamed it out.

Qin Taotao hadn't fully reacted yet.

Li Yao had already stood up, and with a backhand push, she pushed Qin Taotao towards the bluestone path behind her.

This push utilized the residual power of the Still Ghost, as well as the chilling aura of the Water Drop Ghost.

Qin Taotao's body moved backward uncontrollably.

Her pupils contracted.

"Li Yao!"

Li Yao did not turn around.

She stood in front of Qin Taotao.

The woman in red had disappeared from the spot.

There were no footsteps.

There are no signs of the ghost realm unfolding.

She was like someone who was erased from a painting and then redrawn from another place.

The next moment, she appeared in front of Li Yao.

The distance was less than half a step.

Li Yao raised her hand.

The power of the ghost exploded.

But the woman in red was faster than her.

The pale hand passed right through the ghostly apparition and through Li Yao's chest.

puff.

No blood spurted out.

Only grayish-white scraps of paper floated out of the wound.

Li Yao lowered her head.

She saw the woman in red's hand inserted into her body.

That hand was cold, devoid of warmth.

It wasn't tearing flesh apart, but rather drawing her entire body as a silhouette.

Li Yao's chest began to turn grayish-white.

The grayish-white color quickly spread to the limbs.

The paint marks on her body spread wildly.

The erosion that had just been brought to a halt suddenly erupted again.

She was caught by the ghost painting.

More accurately, she was captured by this red-clad vengeful ghost who had already lost consciousness.

Li Yao wanted to use the Still Ghost.

But as soon as the supernatural phenomenon appeared, it was suppressed back into the body by the ghostly painting on the woman in red.

She wanted to corrupt the water droplet ghost.

The chilling aura of the Water Droplet Ghost had just seeped out, like a drop falling onto a thick canvas, and had no time to spread.

She wanted to retaliate by shooting ghosts.

But the hand had already pierced through her, and her body was turning into a gray silhouette.

Li Yao raised her head and looked at Qin Taotao, who had been pushed more than ten steps away, still clutching the golden candlestick in her hand.

That's what they worked so hard for.

Li Yao's lips moved slightly.

She wanted to say "let's go," but no sound came out; her throat felt like it was turning to paper.

Qin Taotao's mind went blank.

She saw that Li Yao had been pierced.

He watched as Li Yao's body gradually lost its color, and saw the woman in red's rotting face turn towards him.

At this moment, Qin Taotao felt ice-cold all over.

She wanted to rush back.

But she can't.

Li Yao's meaning was very clear just now.

He took the golden candlestick with him.

If both of them die here, then everything will have lost its meaning.

What they win will fall back into the hands of the ghost painter.

The woman in red slowly withdrew her hand, and Li Yao's body froze on the spot; there was no longer any wound on her chest.

Because the area had turned completely gray and white.

It looks like drawing paper.

It looked like a cut-off shadow of a dead person.

The woman in red turned around, her rotting face looking at Qin Taotao, her eyes no longer displaying the oppressive and calm demeanor they once held.

It's all madness inside.

There is also a kind of killing intent that is so hollow it is almost ethereal.

Qin Taotao gritted her teeth.

She did not hesitate any longer.

The phantom image of the eerie post office appeared behind her.

This time, she wasn't clearing the way.

It wasn't delivered.

She wants to sever her existence in the world of ghost paintings.

This is the most dangerous use of the Ghost Post Office; it's tantamount to dying inside the painting.

Qin Taotao gripped the golden candlestick tightly, pressing it firmly against her chest.

The candlestick's coldness pressed against her chest.

She could feel the thing vibrating slightly.

It seems the ghost painting won't allow it to leave.

The woman in red walked towards her.

step.

The entire bluestone road has faded.

Two steps.

The wooden buildings on both sides began to collapse.

Three steps.

The Black River surged backward, its grayish-white waters like countless hands reaching out to grab Qin Taotao.

The door to the eerie post office behind Qin Taotao opened.

The inside of the door was pitch black.

Countless letters fluttered in the darkness.

On each sheet of paper, Qin Taotao's name faintly appeared.

Then, those names began to be crossed out.

One stroke.

One stroke.

It was as if an unseen hand was erasing her from the record of the ghost drawing.

Qin Taotao's face turned deathly pale, and her body began to fade.

The woman in red raised her hand and grabbed at Qin Taotao from a distance, instantly pressing down on her with the gray and white ghostly domain.

Qin Taotao saw her fingers disappear first.

It wasn't torn apart.

Instead, it became a dead letter according to postal regulations.

Her presence in the ghost painting is dying; the woman in red's hand is only an inch away from her forehead.

Qin Taotao looked at Li Yao in the distance.

Li Yao was still standing there.

His body had turned completely gray.

Like a silhouette.

Only in the area around the eyes did a faint trace of radiance remain.

Qin Taotao felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart.

She wanted to call Li Yao's name, but her mouth had disappeared, and her consciousness was being dragged away by the Ghost Post Office.

At the very last moment, she saw something even more terrifying.

The old town is shaking.

It's not a collapse.

Instead, it is expanding outwards.

The darkness outside the old town was torn open.

Streets, buildings, and bridges are overlapping with the surrounding city of Calgary.

The city of Gaddafi in the painting is merging with the world of the origin.

The city they had previously entered, covered in ghost paintings, now seemed to have been pulled into this painting of origins by a hand.

The blocks are connected.

The waterways are crisscrossed.

The gray sky pressed down on reality.

Qin Taotao finally understood that the taking away of the golden candlestick was not the end, but rather the collapse of a certain balance.

The Root Painting has arrived.

The ghost paintings began to truly invade the outside world.

Her consciousness completely vanished at that moment.

The doors of the Ghost Post Office closed, and Qin Taotao died in the world of ghost paintings.

In the heart of the old town, only Li Yao and the woman in red remained.

Li Yao's consciousness had not completely died out; she did not know why she was still alive.

Perhaps it's because filming ghosts is too intense.

Perhaps the still ghost was still inside her, supporting her for the last moment.

Perhaps it was the chilling aura of the Water Drop Ghost that slowed down the process of her being drawn as a silhouette.

She could no longer see Qin Taotao, nor could she feel her own body.

She was like someone trapped inside a piece of paper.

All the surrounding sounds seemed to fade into the distance.

The woman in red stood before her, her rotting face close to hers, the features on that face moving.

Sometimes she acts like a woman.

Sometimes it's like a mess of paint.

Sometimes it's like countless people who died in a ghost painting, all crammed onto the same face.

Li Yao's consciousness gradually sank.

She knew she was going to die.

This isn't a game.

It wasn't a price to pay; it was death in the truest sense.