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

Changshi!

An unfamiliar place name, yet it exudes a chilling, sinister aura.

Qin Taotao looked at these words.

I felt a chill run from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.

She could sense it.

Behind this mission, there must be immense terror lurking.

"Changshi 1..."

Yang Jian looked at the words on the note, his eyes showing no emotion, but rather a thoughtful expression.

He seemed quite familiar with the place name.

"Get ready, let's go."

Yang Jian said calmly.

"Now?" Qin Taotao was stunned.

"What else can we do? Wait for it to come to us?"

Yang Jian asked a question in return.

He then ignored her and walked straight toward the post office door.

Qin Taotao watched his retreating figure.

He glanced again at the note with blood-written words in his hand, gritted his teeth, and quickly followed.

she knows.

From the moment she agreed to Yang Jian's request, her life was completely changed.

She was waiting ahead.

It will be endless terror and danger.

But at the same time.

There is also a glimmer of hope... to become a strong person.

.......

The post office door slowly closed behind me with a heavy, muffled thud.

Qin Taotao followed closely behind Yang Jian.

She clutched the note with blood-written words tightly in her hand.

The bloodstains on the note didn't seem to be completely dry, and they had a strong, fishy smell, as if they weren't ink but the blood essence just drawn from a living person.

"Mr. Yang, where are we going..."

Qin Taotao swallowed, her voice unusually clear in the quiet street.

"Changshi".

Yang Jian didn't turn his head, his tone as calm as if he were discussing today's weather.

Changshi.

That's a dungeon that players have encountered before.

The level of danger is extremely high!

There are many strange things there.

It has the origin of that terrifying "starving ghost" incident.

For Yang Jian, who possesses a role-playing system.

That's not hell.

It was a huge canteen.

As long as he consumes enough bizarre creatures, his acting progress will accelerate rapidly.

Until he truly became the "God Yang Jian" who instilled fear in countless vengeful spirits.

"Let's go, the car is here."

Yang Jian looked towards the end of the street.

In the thick fog.

Two dim, flickering lights slowly illuminated the room.

Accompanied by the ear-piercing roar of the engine.

A dilapidated, all-black taxi stopped in front of the two of them.

The car was in a terrible state of disrepair.

The car was covered in dark red rust.

Look closely.

Those rust marks looked more like dried bloodstains.

A thick layer of dust covered the car window, and a stiff figure could be vaguely seen sitting inside.

A rotten smell wafted from inside the car.

Qin Taotao subconsciously took a step back.

"Get in the car."

Yang Jian opened the car door and went straight to sit in the back seat.

Qin Taotao gritted her teeth and sat down as well.

The temperature inside the car was frighteningly low.

The leather covers on the seats were cold and sticky, like the skin of some kind of creature.

The driver was wearing a worn-out baseball cap.

Head down, face obscured.

All that could be seen were his hands gripping the steering wheel, pale and bloodless, the skin pressed tightly against his bones.

"Changshi".

Yang Jian spoke calmly.

The ghost driver did not respond.

He simply nodded mechanically, then slammed on the gas pedal.

"boom!"

The taxi roared like a wild beast and instantly plunged into the thick fog.

the strange thing is.

The view outside the window was not the familiar city streets, but countless distorted shadows and rapidly passing desolate graves.

This car.

It's like traveling through a supernatural space!

The real world.

The highest command center in Kyushu.

"That's... the weird taxi?"

An expert exclaimed in surprise, "We thought the Ghost Driver and Yang Jian's deal was just a transaction, but now it seems it's not that simple..."

The old man stared intently at the screen, his palms slightly sweaty.

"He can actually give orders to the ghost driver? No, not orders, the car is afraid of him."

"Look at Yang Jian's eyes. He didn't look at the driver once from beginning to end, as if the driver was just an ordinary tool."

"He's going to Changshi...but where exactly is that?"

The viewers in the live stream went wild.

"Is Boss Yang going to raid a big dungeon?"

"I've read about the Changshi ghost baby incident in previous materials; the rules there are absolutely insane."

"It is said that if you are bitten by a ghost baby, or if a bluish-black handprint is left on your body, it is as if you have been cursed with certain death, and no one can save you!"

"Is Yang Shen going to his death or to buy goods?"

"Upstairs, for Yang Shen, this is called buying goods, not sending himself to his death."

Amidst the discussions in the real world, the taxi madly traverses the supernatural space.

inside the car.

Qin Taotao's face turned deathly pale. She could feel countless cold, sinister gazes staring at her through the car window.

"Take this."

Yang Jian casually handed her a blackened red string.

"This is?"

Qin Taotao carefully accepted it.

"Something to save your life."

Yang Jian closed his eyes and began to sense the supernatural power within his body.

As he progressed in the role, he found himself gaining more and more control over the Ghost Eye.

This is him now.

It is already possible to barely open the third layer of the Ghost Realm.

In a place like Changshi, the three-layered ghost realm is merely the beginning.

"arrive."

The ghost driver, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

The taxi suddenly stopped.

Yang Jian opened his eyes.

He pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Qin Taotao followed and came out, and the scene before her eyes completely stunned her.

This is an abandoned tollbooth; half of its massive roof has collapsed.

In front.

It is a city shrouded in a bluish-gray haze.

The gloom was so thick it was almost tangible, like a thick layer of leaden clouds, pressing down on everyone's heart.

A faint milky scent filled the air, but that scent was mixed with a nauseating stench of corpses.

This is Changshi.

A dead city ruled by a ghost baby.

"You have to walk the rest of the road yourself."

Yang Jian looked at the gloomy sky ahead, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

He could sense it.

Deep within that gloomy place, countless delicious "snacks" await him.

"Remember what I taught you: don't look around, don't run around."

"If you die, I won't save you."

Done.

Yang Jian strode towards the grayish-blue mist.

Qin Taotao took a deep breath and followed closely behind. She knew this was her only chance of survival.

The moment the two entered Changshi.

Suddenly, several sharp and mournful cries rang out from the once silent city ruins.

"Wow—wow—"

The sound didn't resemble a human baby's cry; instead, it had a metallic, abrasive quality that sent chills down your spine.

In the shadows by the roadside.

A small creature with bluish-black skin and wrinkled flesh slowly crawled out.

Its eyes were completely black.

There was no white in the eyes, and a row of fine, sharp teeth was visible in the mouth.

It stared at Yang Jian and Qin Taotao, drool dripping from the corner of its mouth.

"Just some ordinary brat..." Yang Jian sneered.

He didn't even use his Ghost Eye; he simply swung his right hand sharply.

A flash of red light appeared.

The ghost baby hadn't even had a chance to get close.

It was torn apart by an invisible force and then transformed into a pure spiritual aura that entered Yang Jian's body.

[System Notification: Consuming the first-stage ghost infant, role-playing progress increased by 0.1%]

"That's too little." Yang Jian frowned slightly.

This level of strangeness was no longer enough to satisfy his appetite.

He looked toward the city center.

There lingered an even more terrifying and profound eerie aura.

That was his goal.

at the same time.

In another corner of the world, inside the Sakura Kingdom's command center.

Tanaka Ichiro, the only player in Sakura Country, is kneeling in a secret room filled with an eerie atmosphere.

A line of blood-red notification appeared in front of him.

[Back to reality/Continue delivering letters.]