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

This sudden turn of events caused the ghostly hand, which was about to strike, to abruptly stop in mid-air.

The ghost... has stopped?

Its face, devoid of discernible features, was facing Yang Jian, with two crimson will-o'-the-wisps flickering violently in its empty eye sockets.

It doesn't understand.

Why?

Why doesn't this human in front of it possess the "fear" it craves most?

All living beings should scream, collapse, and be completely consumed by fear when faced with it, ultimately becoming a part of it.

But why isn't this person in front of me afraid?

The ghost's instincts made it feel unprecedented confusion and... a trace of unease.

It "looked" into Yang Jian's eyes.

And at that very moment, it saw it.

In the depths of Yang Jian's pupils, which were as calm as a deep pool, a faint red light flashed and disappeared!

What is that?!

That's... the scent of one of our own!

It's the aura of a ghost!

This thing in front of me... isn't human? It's a ghost too?!

But why... does he have such a pure human scent?

The chaos caused by the ghosts reached its peak.

However, the killing instinct endowed to it by the rules quickly overwhelmed the chaos.

No matter who he is!

Kill the players! Tear them apart!

"roar--!!!"

A roar that seemed inhuman exploded from the depths of the demon slave's throat!

It no longer hesitated.

The stagnant ghostly hand, imbued with even stronger resentment and killing intent, viciously reached for Yang Jian's head!

As it became completely enraged.

A deeper darkness erupted from its body in an instant!

"Sizzle—"

The dim fluorescent light inside the door let out a mournful cry and went out completely!

The entire corridor was instantly swallowed up by boundless darkness!

It's so dark you can't see your hand in front of your face!

At that moment, the live stream screen went completely black!

"ah--!"

As Su Qiaoqiao was plunged into darkness, she let out a final, desperate cry.

She can't see anything anymore.

All he could feel was the chilling aura of death that had completely engulfed him.

Finished!

Yang Jian is doomed too!

They're all doomed!

however.

Right there in this deathly darkness that devours everything.

A calm, even cold, voice rang out clearly.

The voice only said three words.

"Time, stop."

The moment the words fell.

The whole world seemed to have been put on pause.

The howling, foul wind stopped.

The ghostly claw, which was so close at hand, stopped.

The darkness that enveloped everything seemed to solidify into a tangible form, no longer flowing or eroding.

Everything was frozen in an absolute, eerie stillness.

This is the power of one of the vengeful spirits that Yang Jian controls – the "Deceitful Ghost"!

They are self-centered, distort reality, and tamper with the rules!

As long as he believes it himself, the lie he tells will become the truth!

Words become law!

In Yang Jian's world, if he says time must stop, then time must stop!

In the darkness, the ghost slave remained in a forward-leaning posture, frozen in mid-air, less than half a meter from Yang Jian's face.

The red light in its eye sockets flashed wildly, filled with rage and incomprehension.

But its body.

But not even a single bud could move.

It could only watch helplessly.

Looking at the human who was so "weak" in its eyes, in this frozen space and time, it slowly raised its hand and walked towards it step by step.

Yang Jian's expression remained calm.

He extended his right hand.

It was an ordinary-looking hand, clean and slender.

Then, under the venomous "gaze" of the ghost slave, I gently touched its body.

There were no earth-shattering sounds, nor dazzling special effects.

The instant Yang Jian's palm made contact with the ghost slave.

An indescribably terrifying suction force suddenly erupted from his palm!

The mangled ghost slave, like a punctured balloon, began to shrivel, twist, and dissolve at a visible speed!

Everything about it, its resentment, its power, its very existence...

They all transformed into the purest black torrent.

It was frantically devoured and absorbed by Yang Jian's palm, and completely incorporated into his body!

The entire process was completely silent.

Yet it was terrifying to the extreme!

This is no longer a battle, but a... feeding!

It only took two or three seconds.

That terrifying ghost slave, capable of driving millions of viewers to despair, vanished completely from the world, leaving not a trace of its existence.

As the demon slave was completely absorbed.

The darkness that had enveloped the surroundings receded, the corridor returned to normal, and the dim yellow light inside the door flickered on again with a "sizzle."

It was as if nothing had happened.

And at that very moment.

A line of blood-red characters, visible only to Yang Jian, quietly appeared before his eyes.

[Absorbing evil spirits (ghost slaves), fusion progress increased!]

[Host: Yang Jian]

[Template: Yang Jian (Yang Jian)]

Integration progress: 3% (+3%)

[Has already mastered the vengeful spirit:]

[Deceptive Tactic: With a 15% integration rate, it can turn lies into reality, making words law.]

[Strange Eye: Fusion Rate 5%]

[Strange Blood: Fusion Rate 5%]

[Strange Hand: Fusion Rate 5%]

[Shadow: Zero% Integration]

【……】

As he felt the cold yet powerful force within his body grow stronger, Yang Jian's eyes remained unmoved.

The integration progress has increased by three percent.

not bad.

He slowly withdrew his hand, his gaze calmly sweeping over Su Qiaoqiao, who was still slumped on the ground, her eyes glazed over, clearly terrified.

Then, his gaze passed over Su Qiaoqiao and landed on the still-open door.

The ghost slave came out of this room.

So...

What's inside?

Yang Jian didn't think much of it and strode towards the door, calling out to Su Qiaoqiao, "Don't just stand there, let's keep going."

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