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

Once the order was given, the operation began immediately.

Outside the Ghost Lake lockdown zone, transport vehicles drove in through a safe passage.

There were no weapons on the vehicle.

Only people.

Everyone was wearing heavy protective suits and had a GPS tracker hanging on their chest.

They were holding different things in their hands.

Some are blood bags.

Some are recording devices.

Some of them are forbidden items taken from paranormal files.

These things may not be able to kill ghosts.

But it can attract ghosts.

Headquarters has already compiled the patterns of dozens of paranormal events in the vicinity.

The sound of crying will attract the ghost of the weeping grave.

Knocking on the door will attract what's behind it.

The smell of blood will attract the shadows of corpses on the roadside.

Running continuously will trigger a ghost that is chasing living people.

Calling out certain names will make the ghosts wandering in the abandoned city turn around.

These patterns needed to be avoided in the past.

Now, however, it needs to be triggered actively.

In a makeshift command post, the person in charge looked pale-faced at the person in front of him.

I'll say it one last time.

"Once you go in, you cannot turn back."

"We can't stop."

"They cannot help each other."

"You have only one goal: to lure the ghost to the edge of the Blackwater area."

"When the locator turns red, it means you have reached the critical point."

"Immediately move towards the direction where the starving ghost is located."

"after……"

He couldn't continue.

Everyone knows what will happen next.

And that was the end of it.

In the queue, a woman with short hair smiled.

"Sir, don't hold it in, we understand."

Another young man chimed in, "If I make it out alive, I'll consider myself lucky. If I don't, remember to give my salary card to my mom."

Someone nearby cursed, "You're about to die, and you're still thinking about your salary card."

The young man chuckled and said, "That's my savings for getting married; I can't let the bank benefit from it."

This sentence eased the heavy atmosphere for a moment.

But it was only for a moment.

Soon, the broadcast started.

The first batch of volunteers set off.

The gate opened.

A cold wind blew out from the lockdown area.

The wind carried a fishy smell.

It also reeked of the stench of a corpse.

The sky in the distance was hazy and gray, and the black water area looked like a festering wound, slowly expanding outwards.

The first group of people went inside.

Their steps were uneven.

Some people were visibly shaking.

But no one backed down.

They dispersed according to the routes given by headquarters.

Someone turned on the tape recorder.

Intermittent sobbing could be heard coming from inside.

That wasn't an ordinary cry.

It was recorded from the scene of a paranormal event.

After the sound rang out, a response quickly came from an abandoned residential building in the distance.

The response was even more scathing.

It was as if someone had buried their face in the wall and was crying.

The executor gritted his teeth, turned around, and ran.

He dared not look behind him.

Because it's clearly written in the file.

People who see the grieving face at a grave will suffocate within ten seconds.

He could only run.

Run as fast as you can.

The crying behind me grew closer and closer.

Every step felt like stepping on the back of his neck.

On another street, two volunteers were knocking on doors in a regular pattern.

thump.

thump.

thump.

After three beeps, none of the doors responded.

They glanced at each other.

One of them showed a hint of relief on his face.

The next moment.

There was a knock on the door behind them.

thump.

Their bodies stiffened.

There is no door there.

The streets were empty.

But then there was another knock on the door.

thump.

The two of them took off running at the same time.

They knew the ghost had arrived.

If you don't run now, it will "invite" you into a door that doesn't exist.

Further away, an old man cut open his palm and dripped blood onto the ground.

The smell of blood spread.

Soon, a dark figure appeared under the streetlight.

The shadowy figure had no facial features.

He was wearing a tattered funeral shroud.

It stood motionless under the streetlight.

The old man saw it, but didn't stop.

He turned around and walked towards Ghost Lake.

A dark figure followed behind him.

Step by step.

Silently.

The old man walked slowly.

He has an old leg injury.

But he walked very steadily.

He knew he couldn't fall.

If he falls, the ghost will kill him prematurely.

He has to take it where it's supposed to go.

One by one, the location points lit up.

One by one, the red dots began to move.

On the headquarters' large screen, the black marker representing the vengeful ghost also began to change direction.

They seemed to be drawn together by invisible threads, approaching the Ghost Lake from various areas.

In the command center, everyone held their breath.

ten minutes.

They only have a window of about ten minutes.

The time was too long, and the volunteers couldn't keep up.

The time was too short, and there weren't enough vengeful spirits.

It has to be just right.

These ghosts must be sent over before the starving ghosts completely sink into the ghost lake.

Central Blackwater region.

The head of the starving ghost was almost being dragged off.

Its mouth was erased, but it grew back.

Its arms were deformed by the lake water, yet it was still tearing at those pale hands.

Zhang Dong's corpse stood before it, slowly raising its hand.

This time, he placed his hand on the only remaining part of the starving ghost's head.

Once pressed, the starving ghost may be completely buried at the bottom of the lake.

But just then...

The sound of crying came from afar.

The crying was very shrill.

It felt like it was being squeezed out of the throats of many people at once.

The starving ghost paused.

It raised its mutilated head.

For the first time, a noticeable change appeared in those cloudy eyes.

hunger.

An even stronger hunger.

It smelled new food.

more than one.

a lot of.

Many ghosts are approaching.

Zhang Dong's corpse's hand continued to fall.

But the starving ghost suddenly opened its mouth and bit a pale ghostly hand that emerged from the water.

It was not for rebellion.

It used that hand to suddenly pull its body to the side.

Black water surged.

Zhang Dong's hand brushed against its head.

A large patch of bluish-black flesh was wiped away.

But the starving ghosts didn't stop.

With half its body still in the lake, it suddenly lunged towards the edge of the black water.

There, the first volunteer had already rushed over.

He was soaking wet and his face was bluish-purple.

A ghost with a mournful cry followed behind.

The ghost's face was hidden behind a white cloth.

The white cloth was dripping with water.

With every drop of water that falls, a crying face appears on the ground.

The volunteers saw the starving ghost rushing towards them, but their eyes showed no fear.

There is only one kind of relief: finally catching up.

With his last ounce of strength, he smashed the tape recorder next to the starving ghost.

The crying suddenly intensified.

The wailing ghost was completely drawn to the scene.

The next moment, the starving ghost opened its mouth, which was split to the roots of its ears, and bit down on the piece of white cloth.

The crying stopped abruptly.

The white cloth struggled violently.

A rotting human face was revealed beneath the cloth.

But before it could trigger its killing pattern, the hungry ghost had already swallowed it whole.

The volunteer's feet were also caught in the black water.

He glanced down at it.

No one shouted.

There was no call for help.

He simply glanced in the direction of the headquarters' cameras in the distance and raised his hand.

It's like saying goodbye.