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

A feeling of despair.

It spread in the hearts of all Kyushu viewers.

They had just witnessed the fall of three of the world's top experts and deeply understood the terrifying nature of that ghost infant.

Qin Taotao is an ordinary person.

Once it catches them, their fate will be even worse than Smith's.

Everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.

Could it be...?

Are they just going to watch this girl walk towards her death?

however.

It was at this critical moment that things turned out.

Just as Qin Taotao's body was about to pass by Yang Jian and walk into that unknown darkness.

A cold hand.

But as if casually, he gently patted her shoulder.

There was no earth-shattering spectacle, no dazzling special effects.

It was just a simple, understated action.

hum!

It was as if an invisible force swept over them in an instant.

Qin Taotao's stiff body trembled violently, as if a pause button had been pressed, and she was abruptly stopped in place.

A glimmer of life gradually returned to her blank gaze.

"What...what happened to me just now?"

Qin Taotao was panting heavily, her face filled with lingering fear and confusion.

She only remembered hearing a loud crying sound, then her mind went blank and her body went out of control.

That feeling.

It's like your soul is locked in a cage, forced to watch helplessly as your body heads towards an unknown horror.

She was jolted awake when she felt a cold touch on her shoulder.

She turned around.

Then I saw Yang Jian's expressionless face.

He had turned around at some point and was looking at her with those deep, indifferent eyes.

"Stay close."

Yang Jian's voice was as calm as ever, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Done.

He withdrew his hand and continued walking forward.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial matter.

This scene.

This plunged the global livestream into an eerie silence once again.

Inside the Kyushu Command Center.

Everyone breathed a long sigh of relief and slumped into their chairs, their backs already soaked with cold sweat.

"I'm...I'm saved..."

Zhou Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, a wry smile appearing on his face.

The chat messages in the live stream.

After a few seconds of pause, it erupted in an even more frenzied manner.

"Holy crap! That scared me to death! My heart almost stopped!"

"She's saved! Tao Tao is alright!"

"I knew it! With the great Yang Jian around, how could anything possibly go wrong!"

"Who said Yang Jian wasn't paying attention? This guy is as steady as a mountain! Everything's under control!"

"That's right! What are we worried about? That's Yang Jian! The man who walked out of the haunted hotel! How could the cries of a mere ghost baby possibly affect him?"

"Hilarious! We're a bunch of spectators worrying about the people around a monster. Aren't we giving that ghost a bit too much credit?"

The viewers who were just a moment ago despairing over Qin Taotao's safety.

This moment.

I felt that my worries were somewhat unnecessary, even ridiculous.

Because of the tragic deaths of Smith and others, they subconsciously exaggerated the threat of the ghost baby to an extreme degree, but ignored a most basic fact.

That is.

Standing next to Qin Taotao was Yang Jian!

A being even more terrifying than a vengeful ghost!

on the street.

Yang Jian walked ahead.

His grayish-white ghost eye was now slightly moving, looking in the direction from which the crying was coming. There was no fear in his eyes; instead, a hint of...

An indescribable coldness and greed.

Like a hungry beast that has finally caught the scent of its prey.

The streets were deathly silent.

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze.

The grayish-white ghost eye slowly closed, concealing the chilling greed and coldness within.

His expression remained indifferent.

It was as if everything that had just happened—whether Qin Taotao was controlled by the ghost infant or he casually rescued her—was nothing more than a speck of dust on the roadside, not worth any emotional fluctuation from him.

But at the moment.

In his mind, an incredibly crazy and audacious plan was quietly taking shape.

Raising ghosts!

That's right, it's raising ghosts!

The horror of this ghost baby.

He had already gleaned some insights from the deaths of those unfortunate souls.

Its killing pattern is a wide-ranging, almost unsolvable sonic control. Anyone who hears a cry will be enslaved, reduced to a walking corpse, and ultimately become its food.

This kind of rule-based power is almost a game-changer for players at this stage.

But Yang Jian knew very well that this ghost infant was still very weak.

It is still in its infancy and still in the growth stage.

The effect of improving the progress of a vengeful ghost in its infancy is limited.

This is like eating. Eating an unripe fruit can quench your thirst, but its taste and nutrition are worlds apart from those of a ripe fruit.

What Yang Jian wanted was not to quench his thirst.

What he wants is to maximize his progress in playing the role of "Yang Jian", unlock more power, and truly take control of his own destiny in this strange era!

Therefore, he needs a fully grown ghost baby.

The greatest benefit comes from devouring the ghost infant the moment it fully matures!

If anyone outside knew about this plan, they would probably think he was completely insane.

Raise a vengeful ghost? Or in this bizarre dungeon where you could die at any moment?

This is tantamount to asking a tiger for its skin, or dancing on the edge of a cliff!

But Yang Jian didn't think so.

A barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, cold and cruel.

To raise a ghost, you naturally need to provide it with nourishment.

And what could be more suitable nourishment than those ghost tamers who also wield the power of vengeful spirits?

Use the lives of these players to feed this ghost baby.

Let it grow to its peak in the shortest possible time.

Then, I'll harvest it all myself!

This was Yang Jian's plan. A cold and efficient plan that included all the players.

His gaze.

It gently landed on Qin Taotao, who was still shaken.

This girl.

It was the most perfect and most important piece in his plan.

"I'd like to ask you to do something for me."

Yang Jian's voice suddenly rang out, breaking the deathly silence.

His voice was flat.

There was no emotion in his voice, yet it sounded exceptionally clear on the quiet street.

"what?"

Qin Taotao was startled.

She abruptly looked up at Yang Jian's expressionless face, somewhat bewildered, "Wh...what is it?"

She had not yet fully recovered from the fear of her soul being imprisoned and her body being out of control.

Yang Jian did not answer immediately.

His ghostly eye, which had just closed, slowly opened a crack at this moment.

Those grayish-white eyes.

No focal length.

Yet it seemed to contain the deepest eeriness and foreboding in the world.

A barely perceptible bluish-black aura emanated from the ghost eye, clinging silently to Qin Taotao's body like a maggot clinging to a bone.

hum!

Qin Taotao felt a sudden chill run through her body, as if she had fallen into an ice cave in an instant.

But this feeling came quickly.

Go fast too.

It happened so fast that she thought it was just her imagination.

She didn't know.

Just a moment ago, Yang Jian had already used the power of the Ghost Eye.

He extracted a wisp of the curse carried by the ghost infant's cry and, like a beacon, bestowed it upon Qin Taotao.

From this moment on...

For other vengeful spirits, Qin Taotao became a walking "forbidden zone" because she was tainted with the aura of a higher-level vengeful spirit.

But at the same time.

She also became a moving "coordinate".

One.

It can accurately point out the coordinates of other players' locations to Yang Jian.

The cries of a ghost baby.

It will prioritize targeting those who possess the power of vengeful spirits.

And now.

Qin Taotao, who had been tampered with by Yang Jian, was essentially a "bait" that passively triggered this mechanism.

The ghost baby's cries will be triggered whenever another player enters a certain range around her, thus revealing the other player's location.

And Yang Jian.

Then one can clearly perceive all of this through the trace of curse on Qin Taotao.

"I hope you will go and find other players."

Yang Jian looked at her and said slowly.

"Looking for...other players?"

Qin Taotao was stunned.

She completely failed to understand Yang Jian's intentions.

In places like this.

Isn't it most dangerous to act alone?

The horrific deaths of Smith and the others are still fresh in my mind.

They are all top-tier experts.

Yet they were still powerless against the ghost infant.

I am just an ordinary girl.

How could anyone possibly survive in this ghost town?

She instinctively wanted to refuse.

But when she met Yang Jian's indifferent eyes, all the words of refusal stuck in her throat.

What kind of eyes were those?

Deep and cold.

It contains absolutely no human emotion.

It was as if a god was looking down on ants, filled with absolute rationality and indifference.

Under such gaze.

Qin Taotao felt that all her thoughts had been completely seen through.

She had a strong intuition that if she refused, the consequences might be... very bad.

"I...I understand."

finally.

The instinct for survival overcame her fear, and Qin Taotao bit her lip and nodded with difficulty.

She didn't know why Yang Jian did this.

But she knew.

They had no choice.

To survive, you have to listen to him.

Say.

If it weren't for Yang Jian, wouldn't she have died long ago?

"very good."

Yang Jian nodded, his tone remaining calm.

"Go, but don't stray too far from me."

"Remember, no matter what happens, never stop moving forward."

Done.

He then ignored Qin Taotao and found a relatively clean set of steps on the street, sat down, and closed his eyes as if he were dozing.

That posture.

It was so leisurely that it felt like we weren't in a perilous and eerie instance, but rather enjoying the afternoon sun in a park.

Qin Taotao watched Yang Jian's retreating figure, her heart filled with complex emotions.

There was fear and unease.

There was also a hint of dependence that was hard to explain.

She took a deep breath.

He turned around, glanced at the street shrouded in bluish-gray mist, which seemed to lead to the depths of hell, and then took a step forward.

One step, two steps...

her figure.

It soon disappeared alone at the end of the street.

……

In the real world, at the Kyushu Command Center.

Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the lone girl walking on the screen.

"What exactly is Yang Jian trying to do? Why is he sending an ordinary girl out alone? Has he gone mad?!"

"He's sending Qin Taotao to her death!"

"Commander Zhou, we must find a way to stop this! Qin Taotao cannot be harmed!"

An operations staff officer stood up excitedly, his face full of anxiety.

Zhou Zheng's face was also extremely grim.

He couldn't understand Yang Jian's behavior at all.

This makes no sense at all!

Given Yang Jian's demonstrated strength, protecting Qin Taotao should be an easy task.

But he insisted on getting rid of them.

Let her face the unknown horrors of this city alone.

He must have his reasons.

Zhou Zheng remained silent for a long time before finally speaking slowly.

His voice was a little hoarse.

Although he also couldn't understand it, he chose to trust his own judgment.

Yang Jian.

I am not someone who does useless work.

All his actions since entering the instance have demonstrated an extraordinary calmness and rationality.

He must have had a deeper meaning in doing this.

"Order the technical department to focus all surveillance resources on Qin Taotao! I need to know everything that's happening around her!"

"yes!"

……

The streets of Changshi were eerily quiet.

Qin Taotao walked alone on the empty road, only able to hear the increasingly hurried footsteps and her own heartbeat.

The surrounding buildings.

They were all shrouded in a hazy mist, like silent tombstones.

Abandoned vehicles, scattered debris.

And the occasional dried, dark red bloodstains silently tell the story of the horrors this city once suffered.

She was scared.

The deep-seated fear made her hand holding the knife tremble uncontrollably.

She felt as if countless eyes were watching her from the shadows.

Several times.

She felt like she was about to crash into something.

such as.

At a corner, she seemed to catch a glimpse of a fleeting black shadow out of the corner of her eye.

Another example.

As she passed a dark residential building, she heard a sickening "clucking" sound coming from upstairs, like something grinding its teeth.

every time.

All of this made her heart almost jump out of her throat.

But strangely enough...

Whenever she thought she was going to die, the terror lurking in the shadows would recede quickly, like a tide.

It was as if there was something about her that they were extremely wary of.

Qin Taotao had no idea.

all of these.

It was all because of the curse that Yang Jian had placed on her.

The aura of curse emanating from the ghost baby.

To the other strange things in the city, it was like the mark of the king of beasts in the forest, enough to deter most petty villains.

All she knew was that she seemed to be...

It is truly safe for the time being.

This understanding.

This eased her anxiety a little.

She began to roam more boldly through the dead city, aimlessly searching for other players as Yang Jian had instructed.

Time passed, second by second.

She didn't know how long she had walked, but just when Qin Taotao felt that her legs were about to lose all feeling.

Her steps suddenly stopped.

In the middle of the intersection not far ahead, she saw a person.

A living, breathing person!

Sakura Country player.

Tanaka Ichiro!