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

"bring it on!"

Tanaka Ichiro roared and swung his dark blue right hand violently.

"A ghost is pinching people!"

This is the ability he gained after controlling a vengeful spirit.

As long as you are touched by his hand.

The other person's neck will be tightly gripped by an invisible force until they suffocate and die.

however.

The shadowy figure seemed like a phantom, and Tanaka Ichiro's hand passed right through its body.

"What?"

Tanaka Ichiro's expression changed drastically.

next second.

The rusty iron hook had already dug deep into his shoulder.

"ah!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed down the corridor.

Fresh blood gushed out.

But the blood was dark red and contained ice shards.

Tanaka Ichiro felt as if his soul was about to be pulled out by that iron hook.

He struggled frantically.

He gripped the iron hook tightly with his left hand, trying to pull it out.

But the iron hook went deeper and deeper, almost crushing his collarbone.

"Get out of my way!"

Tanaka Ichiro's eyes were bloodshot.

The vengeful spirit within him seemed to sense the threat and began to revive frantically.

His bluish-black right hand began to swell rapidly, and the blood vessels writhed under his skin like earthworms.

An indescribable chill spread from my hands throughout my body.

He's working desperately.

He was trading his lifespan and body for that sliver of a chance to survive.

The confrontation between vengeful ghosts is often simple and brutal.

The shadowy figure was forced back several steps by the terrifying aura emanating from Tanaka Ichiro.

But soon, more shadowy figures emerged from the cracks in the wall.

One, two, three...

Tanaka Ichiro was caught in a desperate and bitter struggle.

He didn't have Yang Jian's endless tricks, nor did he possess the supernatural power of Ghost Eye that could see through illusions.

He can only act like a wild beast.

Fight in the most primitive and bloodiest way.

His abdomen was ripped open, and his intestines spilled out.

His left eye was gouged out by a ghostly hand, leaving a bloody black hole.

But he still did not fall.

"I can't die... I have to go back... I have to become a god..."

Tanaka Ichiro screamed wildly in his heart.

This intense will to survive allowed him to withstand the combined attack of three vengeful ghosts.

finally.

He paid a heavy price, tearing the last shadowy figure to shreds.

When the last shadow disappeared, Tanaka Ichiro was covered in blood.

He collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. The severed-finger demon within him was on the verge of resurrection and could devour him completely at any moment.

[Congratulations, player, you have completed the special challenge.]

[You have been granted access to the second floor.]

A ray of light descended and enveloped Tanaka Ichiro.

Although his wounds had not healed, the bleeding had stopped.

He struggled to his feet and staggered toward the wooden staircase leading to the second floor.

With each step, the wooden floorboards creaked and groaned.

We arrived at the second floor.

The environment here is even more eerie than on the first floor.

The walls were covered with eerie portraits, and the people in those paintings seemed to be staring at him.

On the counter at the end of the corridor, the second envelope lay quietly.

Tanaka Ichiro walked over and, with trembling hands, opened the envelope.

When he saw the address on the envelope, he was completely stunned.

[Mission Location: Chang City.]

[Mission Objective: Deliver this letter to a doctor at the Changcheng Central Hospital.]

"Changshi..."

Tanaka Ichiro muttered to himself.

He remembered the name.

He saw Yang Jian go to this place in the live stream just now.

"Is that monster... there too?"

A sinister smile crept across Tanaka Ichiro's lips.

"Alright, let's see who the real champion is right there."

He didn't have a ghost taxi like Yang Jian.

He could only get there on foot.

The doors of the Ghost Post Office opened again.

Tanaka Ichiro dragged his battered body into the thick fog.

His silhouette appeared lonely and desolate, yet it exuded an unprecedented ruthlessness.

at the same time.

In other corners of the Ghost Post Office.

Other players are also experiencing their own hell.

A player from the United States.

On the way to deliver the letter.

Out of curiosity, he opened the envelope, only to be instantly turned into pus by the black smoke that spewed out from inside.

A player from the land of romance.

When faced with a vengeful ghost, she chose to commit suicide due to excessive psychological pressure.

Several other players, despite successfully controlling the vengeful spirits, were dismembered by the post office cleaners during the level where they tore up the envelopes.

In this bizarre world, death is the norm.

Only people like Yang Jian and Tanaka Ichiro can bloom a flower of evil in despair.

Changshi at this time.

The bluish-gray haze remained thick.

Yang Jian was standing on the top of an abandoned building, looking down at this dead city.

Qin Taotao stood behind him.

He gripped the blackened red rope tightly in his hand.

She could sense that a deadly threat lurked in every corner of the city.

"Mr. Yang, the crying... is getting closer."

Qin Taotao reminded her in a low voice.

Yang Jian remained silent.

On his forehead, the scarlet ghost eye was slowly turning.

Within the vision of the demon's eye.

The entire city was shrouded in a faint bluish-black aura.

Countless little devils are wandering the streets.

In the heart of the city, a massive, heart-pounding shadow exudes an aura of despair.

"A starving ghost..."

Yang Jian murmured softly.

"We're finally going to meet."

He could sense it.

The process of acting within the body is stirring.

All we need to do is eat that guy.

He will then be able to truly enter the realm of "God".

And just then...

On the edge of Changshi.

A man covered in blood and missing an eye slowly stepped into the gray-blue gloom.

In his hand, he also held a bloodstained letter.

Two players, two lunatics.

In this dead city, a battle for survival and evolution is about to unfold.

Meanwhile, the audience in the real world held their breath.

They know.

The real terror has only just begun.

.......

On the streets of Changshi.

With each step Tanaka Ichiro took, he left a bloody footprint on the ground.

He could sense it.

The surrounding air became increasingly viscous.

The faint milky smell made him feel nauseous.

"Wow—wow—"

The mournful cries rang out again.

Several dark blue ghosts crawled out of the ruins and blocked his way.

This place is a veritable den of ghosts!