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

Tanaka Ichiro shuddered and looked up sharply in the direction of the sound.

All I could see was a street corner not far away.

An old taxi slowly drove up and finally came to a steady stop in front of him.

The car windows were tinted.

The interior was obscured, but the illuminated "TAXI" sign stood out starkly in the dim light.

The moment I saw this taxi.

The real world.

Those surviving Japanese viewers, after a brief period of shock, erupted in ecstatic joy, as if they had survived a catastrophe.

"It's that taxi! It's that taxi!"

"Thank goodness Amaterasu! We actually encountered this car at this time!"

"Tanaka-kun! Get in the car! This is the same car Yang Jian and Li Yao rode in before! It's safe!"

"Thank God for our great Sakura Empire! With this vehicle, we're sure to find the cemetery!"

This taxi that suddenly appeared.

It was clearly the same car that Li Yao and Yang Jian had ridden in earlier.

Its appearance.

For the desperate audience in Sakura Country, it was nothing short of a miracle.

They saw it with their own eyes.

Yang Jian and Li Yao traveled through this terrifying city in this car, eventually arriving at the eerie hotel.

This proves it.

The strangeness inside the taxi was not without reason.

It follows certain "transaction" rules.

Based on Yang Jian's example, as long as you don't do anything outrageous, the danger in a taxi is very low, and you're unlikely to get into any trouble.

"Quick! Quickly remind Tanaka-kun! Let him get in the car!"

"Tell him this is his only chance! The driver can take him anywhere!"

The survivors of Sakura Country used their last bit of technical power to transform this precious information into bullet comments, which flooded into Tanaka Ichiro's field of vision.

Tanaka Ichiro looked at the strange taxi in front of him.

Looking again at the constant stream of messages from fellow countrymen, my hesitation and vigilance were gradually replaced by a glimmer of hope.

He gritted his teeth.

I walked to the car.

He tentatively pulled on the back door.

The car door opened with a click.

A chilling and decaying aura, even stronger than that outside, wafted out of the car.

Tanaka Ichiro endured the discomfort and bent down to sit inside.

"Bang!"

The car doors closed automatically.

It made a dull, loud thud, like a coffin lid being slammed shut.

He then entered the eerie taxi.

The taxi started slowly and silently merged into the empty street.

Almost simultaneously.

Wisps of eerie black mist, visible to the naked eye, began to emerge from every corner of the carriage.

The black mist was icy cold.

With a sticky feel, it quickly spread throughout the carriage, obscuring the view.

Tanaka Ichiro instantly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the blood in his body was about to freeze.

He huddled in the corner of the back seat.

His body trembled violently and uncontrollably, and his teeth chattered.

He could sense it.

There was something in the driver's seat.

He can't see it.

Yet he could feel a cold, lifeless gaze, as if it were watching him from the depths of the black mist.

Extreme anxiety and fear made him feel like he was suffocating.

but.

Thanks to a fellow countryman's suggestion, and because the "thing" inside the car didn't make any further moves, he forced himself to calm down and gradually breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't dare to move an inch.

They even breathed very softly, afraid of disturbing this strange "driver".

The taxi sped through the desolate city.

The scenery outside the window rushed past in the black fog, turning into blurry patches of color.

Tanaka Ichiro didn't know how much time had passed.

Perhaps ten minutes.

Or perhaps a century.

Just as his mind was about to be driven mad by the oppressive atmosphere, the taxi suddenly braked sharply and came to a stop.

Black fog.

And at that moment, it receded like a tide.

Tanaka Ichiro hurriedly looked out the window.

All that could be seen outside the car was the view outside.

It is a cemetery that stretches as far as the eye can see.

The rusty iron gate, the crooked cross, and the densely packed tombstones, under the leaden sky, create a picture of despair and horror.

We've arrived at our destination!

Tanaka Ichiro was overjoyed and reached out to open the car door.

however.

Just then, a gloomy, hoarse voice, devoid of any emotion, suddenly rang out in the silent car.

The voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, and every word carried a chilling coldness.

"We've arrived at the cemetery, passenger. It's time to pay your fare..."

The fare...?

Hearing the hoarse, inhuman voice coming from the driver's seat, Tanaka Ichiro froze.

The joy on his face froze instantly, replaced by bewilderment and astonishment.

fare?

What's the fare?

Why?

Why did the tips sent by my fellow countrymen not mention the word "fare" at all?

They didn't say that.

Did Yang Jian and Li Yao also ride in this car and arrive at their destination safely?

Is it...

What crucial information were they hiding from themselves?

No, not possible!

This is being broadcast live globally, and the entire nation of Sakura is pinning its hopes on them. They would never deceive themselves on something like this!

So where exactly does the problem lie?

Tanaka Ichiro's mind raced, and cold sweat instantly trickled down his forehead.

In that very instant when he was stunned...

The real world.

The live broadcast room and command center in Sakura Country were in complete chaos.

"Trip fare? Baka! Why would I need a ride fare?"

"Yang Jian and the others didn't pay anything when they rode there! Why should Tanaka-kun have to pay?"

"Was our intelligence flawed? Or... does this vehicle have different rules for different people?"

"Oh no... Tanaka-kun has no idea what the fare is! What should we do now?"

The Sakura Country audience, who had just been cheering with joy because Tanaka Ichiro had successfully reached his destination, now felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over them.

His smile froze, and his heart was filled with a sense of foreboding.

They watched as Yang Jian and Li Yao rode in the car unharmed, and subconsciously assumed that the car was safe and a "bug" that could be exploited.

But now it seems they were terribly wrong!

In this bizarre world, there is no such thing as a free lunch!

Every seemingly safe convenience.

The deadly price has already been marked on them!

Compared to the chaos in Japan.

The atmosphere in the Kyushu live stream room was somewhat surprised, but more so one of sudden realization and calm analysis.

"So that's how it is; the price is waiting here."

"I told you, there's no such thing as a free ride, with a weird taxi driving you all over the world."

"But why didn't Yang Jian pay the fare before?"

"Perhaps Yang Jian has already paid the fare?"

Inside the eerie taxi.

The deathly silence was brewing, and the cold, sticky black mist seemed to have thickened even more.

It felt like countless cold hands were caressing Tanaka Ichiro's skin.

The "thing" in the driver's seat, whose face was obscured, seemed to have lost patience.

"Passenger, do you not have the means to pay the fare?"

The somber, hoarse voice rang out again.

This time.

His words carried an undisguised chilling intent.

The moment the words fell.

The temperature inside the entire carriage suddenly dropped to freezing point, and a terrifying, suffocating pressure descended upon us!

Tanaka Ichiro felt as if an invisible hand was choking him, making it incredibly difficult to even breathe.

He could even hear his heart pounding wildly with extreme fear.

It looked like it was about to jump out of his chest.

"No...that's not it!"

His strong will to survive helped him overcome his fear, and he used all his strength to squeeze out a dry sound from his throat.

"What...what's the fare? How...how should I pay?"

He has to find out!

This is his only chance!

After he said those words, the terrifying pressure in the carriage seemed to ease slightly.

The "thing" in the driver's seat seemed to "smile".

Although Ichiro Tanaka was blind, he could clearly sense a malice and mockery emanating from the depths of his soul.

"fare?"

The ghost driver spoke slowly in an aria-like tone.

"Your time."

time?

Tanaka Ichiro's pupils contracted sharply, before he could even comprehend the meaning behind those two words.

An invisible yet immense force suddenly surged from the driver's seat, like an invisible needle piercing deep into his body!

"ah--!"

Tanaka Ichiro let out a piercing scream.

He could feel it clearly.

Something inside my body is being frantically drained away!

That's vitality!

It's vitality!

It is the "time" by which he exists in this world!

Under the horrified gaze of hundreds of millions of viewers around the world, Ichiro Tanaka's body began to undergo terrifying changes at a speed visible to the naked eye!

His once full cheeks quickly became gaunt.

The skin has lost its luster and moisture.

Like an orange peel that has been drained of water, deep wrinkles appear, crisscrossing each other.

He had short, jet-black hair.

Within seconds, the hair quickly turns gray starting from the roots.

And finally.

It turned into a lifeless, pale expanse, like withered grass in winter.

His body was curled up.

His straight spine became bent, his muscles atrophied, and he slumped in the back seat as if his bones had been removed.

It only took a dozen or so breaths.

A young man in his twenties was transformed into an octogenarian who was frail and nearing the end of his life!