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

He wore a black official hat and a faded, tattered blue robe.

She was wearing a pair of black cloth boots.

Each step lands.

They were all silent, as if stepping on everyone's hearts.

It was large in stature, but unusually stiff.

Between actions.

It carries a strange and incongruous quality, like a marionette.

What's even more unsettling is...

That's its face.

It was a face so pale it was completely bloodless.

Skin is tight, facial features are stiff.

There was no expression whatsoever.

It was like a face mask sculpted from inferior plaster, cold and lifeless.

Its eyes.

They were even more empty and lifeless, like two bottomless black holes.

There was no trace of life or emotion, only a pure, despairing stillness.

In its hands.

He was carrying a rusty black iron chain.

The iron chain dragged along the ground as it moved, yet strangely, it made no sound at all.

It just kept walking.

It was neither fast nor slow, carrying an unquestionable majesty and a terrifying aura that transcended life and death.

It was as if it wasn't walking.

Instead, they were inspecting their own territory.

Its appearance.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the eeriness and chill from the depths of the underworld reached its peak at this moment!

A vengeful ghost!

This is a real vengeful ghost!

It is neither a corpse hidden in a coffin, nor some ethereal shadow.

It is a walking rule.

A terrifying entity that represents death and judgment!

What a ghost!

At that moment, the word from the ancient legend appeared in everyone's mind without prior agreement.

It has arrived.

It ignored the opened coffin and the man still "sleeping" inside.

Its eyes were empty and lifeless.

Just calmly.

It landed on Jack and a dozen other players.

ghost!

A real ghost has appeared!

Just a moment ago, Jack and the others were gripped by immense fear and confusion after opening the coffin.

At this moment.

The string of reason in my brain was finally snapped completely and mercilessly!

"ah--!"

A piercing, distorted scream rang out from who-knows-who, shattering the deathly silence.

"Run! Run!"

"A ghost! It's a ghost!"

fear.

Like the most ferocious plague, it spread wildly among a dozen people.

They broke down.

It completely collapsed.

That previous self-righteous composure, that decisive betrayal of his companions.

The ecstatic joy of opening the coffin.

At this moment, it all turned into the most ridiculous irony, slapping them hard across the face.

hero?

No, they're clowns!

He's the clown who unleashed the devil himself!

"Run!"

Jack was also roaring.

His voice became hoarse and shrill from extreme fear, completely devoid of his former leadership demeanor.

He was the first to turn around.

They scrambled and stumbled, fleeing frantically in the opposite direction from the ghost messengers.

The others also seemed to awaken from their daze.

Like sheep being chased by a pack of wolves, they screamed, cried, and scattered in all directions without any sense of reason.

They shoved each other.

Someone fell in the chaos and was mercilessly trampled by the person behind them.

order.

At this moment, it vanished without a trace.

The most primal survival instinct in human nature dominates everything.

The letter that Jack treasured, believing it to be the key to unlocking the game.

During his escape, it slipped from his arms and fell lightly to the ground, where it was quickly trampled into the mud by a panicked foot.

Deliver a letter?

Screw mail delivery!

just now.

They just wanted to survive!

however.

In the instant they scattered and fled.

The thick fog that had just dissipated surged back into the village from all directions once more, like a living tide!

The fog was swirling.

It was more intense and colder than ever before.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

It then swallowed up the entire village, along with the players who had scattered and fled.

visibility.

It dropped to less than a meter in an instant.

In the thick white fog, it was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. All you could hear were each other's heavy breathing, made up of fear, and the sound of footsteps fading into the distance.

they.

During their escape, they completely separated.

……

The real world.

In Kyushu, and in major official live streaming rooms around the world.

The moment that figure in the old official robes appeared, all the comments and all the sounds disappeared.

Dead silence.

A suffocating, deathly silence.

All the audience members stared wide-eyed, instinctively leaning back.

It's as if you want to get as far away from that terrifying figure on the screen as possible.

What is that?

Just through the screen, that cold, lifeless, and indifferent aura seemed to penetrate dimensions and pierce into the marrow of everyone!

A sense of oppression!

An unprecedented sense of oppression!

This ghost.

It was unlike any ghost they had ever seen before.

It had no blue face or fangs, no bloody flesh, and didn't even let out a roar.

It simply walked in quietly.

This brings about a kind of fear, as if a natural enemy has descended, that comes from the instinct of life!

After a brief silence.

Bullet comments.

Like a volcanic eruption, it surged forth wildly!

"Holy crap! Holy crap! What is that?!"

"A ghost...a real ghost! The ghost of Huanggang Village has appeared!"

"That scared me to death!"

"I almost threw my phone! This thing's entrance was so intimidating!"

"This is true terror!"

"Jack and the others opened the coffin and released this thing!"

"It's over... Jack and his crew are completely finished..."

The audience was terrified.

But soon.

Some perceptive people realized what was going on.

"Wait! Something's not right!"

"The mission was to deliver a message to 'the person lying in the coffin.' They opened the coffin, and inside was a living person, and then the ghost appeared..."

"Could this ghost be the person 'lying in the coffin'?"

"Very likely!"

"Ghosts need an identity to disguise themselves! That living person was the disguise, but this figure in official robes is the true form!"

"What...what if they had just handed the letter over directly?!"