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

Qin Taotao's fingers tightened slightly.

She didn't touch the candle again, afraid that if she did, the thing would wake up again.

She looked at the golden candlestick.

A question popped into my head.

Are the things they are doing really the right thing?

If the golden candlestick was used to suppress the ghost painting, then taking it away would be equivalent to releasing the ghost painting.

She witnessed firsthand how the old town blended with the outside world.

The Roots Painting is coming.

This is not an illusion.

It wasn't just the woman in red launching a counterattack alone.

The ghost drawings have indeed become more unstable.

Qin Taotao's face looked very pale.

She thought of Li Yao, and of the last time Li Yao pushed her away.

She didn't know if Li Yao had survived.

Before she left, Li Yao had already been pierced by the woman in red, and her whole body was turning into a silhouette.

In that situation, there is almost no chance of survival.

Qin Taotao closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she suppressed the emotions in them.

Now is not the time to collapse.

If Li Yao really dies, then we can't let her death be in vain.

She had to figure out what the golden candlesticks were.

Qin Taotao lowered her head to check.

The candlestick is made of gold and has many mottled marks on its surface.

It looks like it's been burned.

It looks like it's been soaked in blood.

The base is engraved with fine lines, but those lines are not words; they look more like winding roads.

Qin Taotao looked very carefully and discovered that the patterns were not decorations.

They resemble a map, or the streets of a city.

There is a groove in the center.

The groove was just the right size to hold a candle.

Qin Taotao's gaze involuntarily fell on the white candle beside her.

Wishing candles.

Golden candlestick.

The two seem to be meant to be placed together.

Qin Taotao fell silent.

What will happen if you stick a white candle in it?

she does not know.

She didn't dare to try it.

This candle has been lit twice.

The wishing ghost once said that.

The third time will be even more interesting, but that so-called interestingness will definitely not be a good thing.

Qin Taotao held the golden candlestick.

The details deep within the ghost painting kept replaying in my mind.

A woman in red stands in the center of the old city, with a golden candlestick behind her, and ghostly paintings covering the entire city.

If the golden candlestick is really suppressing the ghost painting, then why has the ghost painting been able to expand to this extent?

If it remains effective, the ghost painting could not possibly swallow up the city of Calgary.

It is even less likely that a world within a painting could be formed.

Therefore, the golden candlestick is not simply a suppressive object.

At least, it didn't quell the ghost painting at the time.

So what exactly is it?

Is it a key?

Is it an anchor point?

Or is it a device for controlling the ghost drawing?

Qin Taotao couldn't think of an answer.

She just felt a headache.

The power of the Ghost Post Office allowed her to escape, but it also left her in a terrible state.

She died once in the ghost painting.

That doesn't come without a price.

She could feel that her connection with the Ghost Post Office had deepened.

This deepening is not a good thing.

It felt like a rope around my neck, and someone was pulling me into the darkness.

Qin Taotao stood up.

She looked into the distance.

The gray-white fog on the edge of Calgary was still swirling.

A faint, chaotic, eerie fluctuation emanated from the direction of the temporary camp.

The ghost painting wasn't over yet, and it might even be more troublesome than before, but she had at least one more thing in her hands.

Golden candlestick.

This is something they earned with their lives.

It will definitely be useful.

She just doesn't know how to use it yet.

When Qin Taotao returned to the temporary camp, the camp was no longer as quiet as before.

The grayish-white fog pressed in little by little from the direction of Calgary, like a wall with no end in sight.

There were many messy footprints on the ground.

The staff of the United States are evacuating, some equipment is left behind, and the screens are still flashing messy images.

Those images show the streets of Calgary undergoing changes.

The buildings that were once part of reality are fading away little by little.

Paint marks appeared on the wall.

Old wooden buildings suddenly appeared at some street corners, and a black river appeared at the end of some roads.

They shouldn't exist.

But now, they are appearing.

Qin Taotao, carrying the golden candlestick, walked into the camp with a pale face.

Her clothes were badly torn, and her skin had grayish-white marks on it, as if she had just crawled out of an old painting.

She kept the white candle by her side.

It had been extinguished, but no one dared to approach it.

Because the moment Qin Taotao appeared, all the paranormal detection instruments in the entire camp went off.

The piercing alarms blared in unison.

A staff member turned pale and was about to step forward to ask a question, but was stopped by Qin Taotao's gaze.

That look was so cold.

It wasn't anger, but a deathly stillness brought back from the depths of the ghost painting.

Qin Taotao ignored them.

She placed the golden candlestick on the table, and the heavy candlestick slammed onto the metal surface with a dull thud.

All eyes were on that thing.

The golden candlestick didn't look very big, but when it appeared, the lights inside the command vehicle dimmed for a moment.

It's like something is pressing down on this place.

Qin Taotao looked at the communication screen.

On the other end of the screen, the Kyushu Command Center has been connected.

Familiar faces appeared on the screen.

Some people looked solemn, some had expectations in their eyes, and most were waiting for news from Li Yao.

Qin Taotao remained silent for a long time before finally speaking:

"We have entered the world of the origin of the ghost painting."

Her voice was a little hoarse. "It's an old city. The woman in red is guarding it, and the golden candlestick is there too."

"We got it."

Upon hearing this, someone in the command center visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

But before she could catch her breath, Qin Taotao continued:

"Li Yao did not come out."

The entire communication channel went silent instantly.

No one spoke; even the sound of typing stopped.

Inside the command center, an elderly man slowly raised his head, his face suddenly turning grim.

"What did you say?"

Qin Taotao looked at the screen and repeated, "Li Yao was left in the Ghost Painting World."

"She blocked the woman in red so that I could leave with the golden candlestick."

"The last time I saw her, she had been consumed by the ghostly drawings and turned into a gray silhouette."

"I cannot confirm whether she has any chance of survival."

This statement is very calm, but it is precisely because it is so calm that it feels so heavy.

There are not many true demon tamers in Kyushu at present.

Li Yao and Qin Taotao are the two most important among them.

Before the bizarre resurgence fully erupted, they were the most crucial force in Kyushu.

And now, Li Yao is gone.

This loss is too great.

Everyone in the command center was momentarily at a loss for words.