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

As soon as this idea came to mind, countless people suddenly realized!

"Holy crap! Yeah, right!"

"The ghost is right in front of them, and the letter is in Jack's hands. All they have to do is hand it over, and their mission is complete!"

"Why didn't they send the message?"

"What are they doing! Why are they running?"

"I was terrified!"

"They were completely terrified! They missed their only chance!"

"Oh My God……"

"The opportunity was right in front of them, yet they threw it away... It's simply..."

"pity?"

"That's fucking stupid! Because of a moment of fear, they've destroyed their only chance of survival!"

Countless viewers were filled with regret, anger, and anxiety.

They watched helplessly as Jack and his men scattered and fled like headless flies.

Watching that crucial letter being trampled into the mud.

My heart was filled with anger and disappointment at their lack of progress.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

It all started when they chose to betray their team and believe in that so-called shortcut.

Their fate.

Perhaps it was already destined.

……

In the eerie dungeon.

A thick fog blanketed the area.

Pierre, a new player from Gaul, is running desperately through the fog.

His lungs felt like they were on fire, causing excruciating pain.

My legs felt as heavy as lead.

But the will to survive overwhelmed everything.

He dared not stop, not even for a second.

Just now.

He witnessed the terrifying figure appear with his own eyes, and the tremor that came from the depths of his soul still haunts him to this day.

He had to run, get as far away from that thing as possible!

But just then...

A sudden, intense chill rose from the back of his neck without warning and instantly spread throughout his body.

That wasn't the chill of the fog.

Rather, it is a kind of...

It feels like something is watching me!

Like an antelope locked on by a lion on the grassland, an instinctive feeling, stemming from predatory instincts, was frantically warning him in his mind!

Pierre's hair stood on end instantly!

He didn't even dare to turn around.

I had no choice but to grit my teeth and push the speed to the limit!

He felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

"Faster! Faster!"

He screamed wildly in his mind as he pushed aside the thick fog in front of him.

Sudden.

The fog ahead seemed to be thinning a bit.

Indistinctly.

He saw a group of figures!

Although the group of figures was not clearly visible, Pierre recognized them at a glance!

That's the main force!

It's Qin Taotao and the others!

A surge of ecstasy instantly overwhelmed Pierre, dispelling some of his fear.

He knew that Qin Taotao was a ghost tamer!

He is one of the top players in Kyushu!

As long as I can get to her side!

If I can get her attention, I'll be saved!

hope!

This was his only hope!

"Help! Help me!"

Pierre charged forward with all his might, roaring in that direction.

The distance is closing rapidly.

Fifty meters, thirty meters, ten meters...

He could even see the outline of Qin Taotao's signature black trench coat!

Victory is within reach!

however.

Just as he was about to break through the thick fog and reach that safe haven.

A figure.

A figure dressed in an old-fashioned official robe.

Silently and without a sound.

Suddenly, it appeared in front of him.

Just right.

It blocked his path to survival.

The ecstasy on Pierre's face froze completely in that instant.

time.

It was as if everything had stopped at that moment.

All his movements and all his sounds were stuck in his throat.

despair.

Endless despair.

It was like a cold, large hand that instantly gripped his heart.

It's that ghost!

It...it kept following me!

Pierre's pupils contracted to their maximum size; he wanted to scream, to cry for help.

Qin Taotao was less than ten meters away from him. If he shouted, he might be saved!

but.

He couldn't make a sound.

His body, his vocal cords, seemed to no longer belong to him.

He could only watch helplessly as the faceless figure slowly raised its hand toward him.

That's not a hand.

Instead, it was a yellowed, stale, thread-bound book.

The ghost messenger extended another withered finger.

On those blank pages, slowly, stroke by stroke, they began to write.

Pierre couldn't understand what those words were.

But as if struck by a sudden inspiration, he instantly understood the meaning of those two words.

That's his name.

Pierre.

The moment the last stroke was made.

"puff."

A soft sound.

Pierre's body.

Like a punctured balloon, it deflated instantly without any warning.

His flesh and blood, his bones.

Everything about him.

All of this happened in that instant.

It turned into dust that filled the sky, and was blown away by the cold wind and disappeared into the thick fog.

in situ.

He was left with only a set of empty clothes, and collapsed helplessly on the ground.

One player just died... like that.

Silently, without even a shred of resistance.

……

The real world.

Once again, all the live streaming rooms fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the empty pile of clothes on the screen, their minds blank.

died?

He just...died like that?

That was the new king handpicked by the Kingdom of Gaul!

They didn't even last a second?

Bullet comments.

After pausing for more than ten seconds, it slowly drifted by in an almost dazed manner.

"...What just happened?"

"Where...where is he? Why is he only wearing one set of clothes?"

"That ghost... it only wrote a few words... and then the person disappeared?"

"What kind of murder method is this? Words becoming law? Death Note??"

"This is terrifying... There's absolutely no way to defend against it! Once it targets you and writes your name down, you're doomed!"

"It's over... everyone's over... none of those scattered players will survive!"

"This is no longer a dungeon run; it's a one-sided massacre!"

The audience's fear reached its peak at this moment.

If the appearance of the ghost messengers previously brought a sense of oppression...

So at this moment.

This bizarre and incomprehensible rule of certain death brought utter despair.

In the eerie dungeon.

After Pierre turned to ashes, the figure in official robes stood still for a moment, then its blank face turned in another direction.

Its figure slowly disappeared into the thick fog once again.

However, everyone knows.

It did not disappear.

Instead, they went to find their next prey.

Its hunt has only just begun.

……

In the thick fog.

A blond, blue-eyed white man was leaning against a dead tree, panting heavily.

He was a veteran player in the United States, and under Jack's instigation, he also chose to betray the country.

now.

He was filled with remorse.

"Damn Jack! Damn coffin! We've all been fooled!"

He muttered a curse under his breath as he cautiously glanced around.

The surroundings were deathly silent.

The only sound was the rustling of leaves in the wind.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief.

I think it should be safe for the time being.

however.

He didn't notice that on the other side of the withered tree behind him, a figure in official robes was standing silently.

It slowly raised its hand and opened the yellowed book.

The man seemed to sense something and suddenly turned around!

next second.

His pupils suddenly dilated!

He saw the figure, and he also saw the book being written on.