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

After doing all this.

Yang Jian officially entered the Ghost Post Office.

After he devoured the vengeful spirit responsible for enforcing the rules.

The murderous intent that had filled the post office entrance, enough to freeze one's soul, receded like a tide, as if it had never existed.

Only an ancient and decaying smell remained in the air.

Like dust accumulated over countless eras, each grain carries the curse of a lost soul.

Yang Jian ignored this.

His gaze swept calmly across the interior of the post office.

The light here is very dim.

Only a few eerie, pale rays of moonlight slanted in from the high windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.

What comes into view is a row of wooden latticework that seems to stretch on forever.

Densely packed, like a honeycomb.

Each cell may contain a letter from hell, or it may contain a vengeful ghost that devours people.

An invisible rule hangs over this place.

Cold, rigid, and intolerant of challenge.

But at the moment.

This rule seemed somewhat ridiculous to Yang Jian.

His reason for coming to the Ghost Post Office was simple.

It could even be described as brutal.

He wants to become the master of this place, turning this terrifying land that can mass-produce ghost tamers into his own arsenal.

To achieve this goal.

The normal procedure is to become a messenger, delivering letters one by one, going from the first floor to the top floor, going through countless life-or-death experiences, and finally getting to the core of the post office.

But Yang Jian didn't have that patience; he chose a more direct path.

Tear the envelope to shreds.

It is a violation of the rules.

And with each trampling...

This will lead to the dismantling of the rules.

Once all the vengeful spirits responsible for annihilation are devoured, then the so-called rules will naturally cease to exist.

but.

This process requires a trigger, a legitimate "messenger" to activate these rules.

His gaze.

It landed on Qin Taotao, who had been casually placed on a bench.

She is the best tool.

Yang Jian did not wake her up immediately, but instead walked to the wooden lattice first.

He reached out, his fingertips tracing the thick layer of dust covering the wood, sensing the supernatural power it contained.

His performance progressed afterward.

Their perception of the supernatural has reached an unbelievable level.

He can "see".

Most of these cells are empty.

But there are a few deep within the grid.

Yet it was shrouded in dense darkness, as if connected to some unknown and terrifying place.

In one of the less conspicuous compartments, a yellowed envelope lay quietly.

That is the "key" to the next level.

"Tearing up an envelope allows you to move up to the next level until you complete the final black envelope mission, which will allow you to enter the final management level and become the administrator of the Ghost Post Office."

Yang Jian silently recited the rules he already knew, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

This rule is for ordinary people.

And he.

He is no longer human.

He turned around and walked back to Qin Taotao.

The girl's face remained as pale as paper.

His breathing was weak, like a candle flame that might be extinguished at any moment.

In the ghost realm of the knocking ghost.

Her spirit and vitality had been squeezed to the limit.

Yang Jian extended one finger.

A wisp of barely perceptible black energy swirled around his fingertips, which he gently touched to Qin Taotao's brow.

The black mist pierced through instantly, like a cold steel needle.

"Um……"

Qin Taotao, who was unconscious, let out a painful groan, her body trembled violently, and then her tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

The moment I woke up.

What she saw was not the white ceiling of the hospital, nor any familiar place from her memory.

Instead, it was a dark and dilapidated hall.

And a face so close, so cold it seemed inhuman.

It's Yang Jian!

Qin Taotao's pupils suddenly contracted, and her mind went blank.

She remembered being enveloped by that terrifying knocking sound, her consciousness sinking into boundless darkness and cold, and she thought she was going to die.

But now...

She subconsciously touched her body.

In good condition.

The suffocating knocking also disappeared.

"You're awake."

A voice devoid of any emotion rang in her ear, as flat as stating a fact.

Qin Taotao suddenly sat up.

I shrank back warily, my back hitting the cold bench.

She looked at Yang Jian in front of her.

My heart was filled with fear, confusion, and a sliver of indescribable... hope.

As a player of Kyushu, she naturally knew Yang Jian.

That one was in the live stream.

Like a god, like a demon.

A man who single-handedly confronts the entire bizarre world.

"Did you...save me?"

Her voice was hoarse and dry due to her prolonged coma.

"I took you away from the door-knocking ghost; you can consider it as me saving you."

Yang Jian said in a calm tone.

"However, I saved you not out of mercy."

His words were like a bucket of ice water.

It extinguished the nascent warmth that had just begun to ignite in Qin Taotao's heart.

There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world, especially here.

Yang Jian pointed to the surrounding environment.

"I gave you a chance to live. Now, you need to work for me."

Qin Taotao fell silent.

Looking into Yang Jian's deep, unfathomable eyes, she felt as if she were gazing into an abyss.

She knew it very well.

I have no right to bargain.

In this godforsaken place.

The man before her was her only hope for survival.

"What...what do I need to do?"

She asked with difficulty.

"It's very simple."

Yang Jian said, "Help me deliver the letter, or rather, help me find the letter. Then, survive."

His gaze shifted to the row of wooden latticework.

"Did you see those letters?"

"Each letter represents a mission, and also a life-or-death crisis."

"But it also represents an opportunity."

Yang Jian paced slowly.

The sound echoed in the empty hall.

"I can let you live, and even give you the power to fight against vengeful spirits, so you can become... a demon tamer."

Demon Tamer!

These three words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Qin Taotao's mind.

She widened her eyes.

His face was filled with disbelief.

For ordinary players like them who struggle to survive in this eerie world, the Ghost Master is a legendary being, a powerful figure who can control the supernatural and truly take control of their own destiny.

And now.

This opportunity was right in front of her.

The price was simply to work for him.

"I...I promise!"

Qin Taotao blurted it out almost without hesitation.

She is not a fool.

She knew this was an opportunity to risk her life for her future.

Rather than die here like an ant, oblivious to the world, I'd rather take a gamble!