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

The ghost of the opera troupe lingered on the ghost messenger for a moment.

It then landed on Qin Taotao, who was on the verge of collapse.

He seemed to recognize the aura of a Kyushu player on Qin Taotao.

next moment.

He moved.

There was no remarkable momentum.

His figure was only a blur before he appeared in front of Qin Taotao as if by teleportation.

He stood between her and the ghost messenger.

He extended a finger adorned with red nail polish and gently touched the void where the ghost messenger had written the word "death".

"Pop".

A soft sound.

The word that contained the rule of certain death vanished like a bubble.

The power that had been suppressing the ghost driver vanished instantly.

Qin Taotao felt as if she had been granted a pardon.

He abruptly withdrew his cracked ghostly hand and staggered back a few steps.

She was breathing heavily.

His face was filled with the horror of surviving a disaster.

The ghost messenger looked at the suddenly appearing opera troupe ghosts, and for the first time, a trace of... fear appeared in his empty eyes.

Its eerie aura subsided slightly.

Two terrifying vengeful ghosts,

They remained in a silent standoff, neither making the first move.

A moment later.

The figure of the ghost messenger slowly faded away.

finally.

It silently blended into the thick fog and disappeared.

it……

They actually left on their own initiative!

Only after the ghost messenger's aura completely disappeared did Qin Taotao's body go limp, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

She looked at the strange figure in front of her who had saved her life.

He forced himself to ask:

"Thank you...senior for saving me. May I ask who you are?"

The ghost from the opera troupe turned around.

The mask on his face revealed no emotion.

He spoke slowly and deliberately in his distinctive operatic voice: "I have come here on the orders of my lord to find something."

"My lord?" Qin Taotao was taken aback.

"You don't need to ask any more questions."

The ghost in the opera troupe's voice carried a hint of detachment.

"Since I see that you are also from the Nine Provinces, I will spare your life."

"The ghost messenger here is still very weak."

"It needs to constantly devour lone individuals like you in order to slowly grow and eventually become a complete 'rule'."

Upon hearing this...

Qin Taotao's heart sank again.

Are the ghost messengers still in a weak state?

If the weakened form almost instantly killed its own all-out attack, how terrifying would the fully evolved form be?

She couldn't help but ask:

"Senior, is there any way... to solve this?"

The ghost in the opera troupe slowly shook his head, his gaze beneath the mask seemingly filled with reminiscence.

"If we were at our peak, we wouldn't be afraid of these so-called ghost messengers."

His voice carried an indescribable sense of vicissitude and loneliness, "Unfortunately... we have all been divided into countless fragments, scattered in various places."

"Now I have less than one-tenth of my strength left; I can only scare it away, but I cannot eliminate it."

Qin Taotao's heart sank.

Even such a terrifying being calls itself a "fragment".

What would they be like when they are complete?

And what kind of being could split them all into pieces?

She felt as if she had touched upon a deeper level of terror in this bizarre world.

"You don't need to despair."

The ghost from the opera troupe seemed to see through her thoughts, "Since you are a player from Kyushu and have received the Lord's favor, I will naturally assist you in clearing the game."

He paused, then continued:

"The rule here is 'if you're alone, you're dead.'"

"Conversely, as long as you're not alone, the ghost messengers can't directly attack you."

"What you need to do now is find the other players and gather them together."

"But it has to be quick."

The ghost in the opera troupe spoke with a hint of seriousness, "The ghost messengers' attempts to take lives are getting stronger each time."

"You were lucky to survive this time."

"Next time, even I might not be able to get there in time."

Qin Taotao nodded heavily.

She understood.

This is the only way out.

How do I find them?

The village of Huanggang was shrouded in thick fog, making it impossible to find any direction; searching for someone was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"You have your own way of doing things."

The opera troupe member gave her a meaningful look.

Qin Taotao understood instantly.

Ghost driver!

She took a deep breath and once again activated the supernatural power within her body that had just calmed down.

This time, it's not about fighting.

"Buzz..."

A dilapidated taxi, reeking of a pungent stench of decay and a chilling aura, silently tore through the thick fog and appeared before her.

The car doors opened automatically.

It was as if he was inviting her to get in the car.

"Get in the car."

Qin Taotao said to the ghost in the opera troupe.

The ghost from the opera troupe glanced at the eerie taxi with interest, nodded, and then floated into the back seat.

Qin Taotao quickly got into the driver's seat.

The instant she gripped the steering wheel.

A strange connection instantly linked her with the taxi.

A blurry map of the entire Huanggang Village.

And some scattered "heat sources" began to appear in her mind.

Those heat sources represent the presence of living people!

"Found it!"

A hint of joy flashed in Qin Taotao's eyes.

But soon.

Her expression turned serious again.

Because she sensed it.

Near the nearest "heat source" gathering place, an extremely strong and unsettling eerie aura was rapidly gathering!

They're ghost messengers!

It has found a new goal!

"Hold on tight!"

Qin Taotao gave a low shout and slammed her foot on the gas pedal.

The eerie taxi emitted a muffled roar, and its headlights shot out two ghastly white beams that instantly pierced through the thick fog.

Like an arrow released from a bow, it sped off in that direction!

……

at the same time.

Amidst a collapsed ruin.

Four players from different countries stood back to back, staring in horror at what lay ahead.

In the thick fog before them.

That terrifying ghostly figure was slowly coalescing.

"No...don't come any closer!"

A white player's voice trembled as he pointed his gun at the ghost messenger, but he didn't even have the courage to fire.

The other player had completely broken down, collapsing to the ground, incoherent.

There were four of them.

I thought that as long as we didn't separate, nothing would happen.

But just now.

One of them, out of fear, broke away from the group and tried to escape.

Although it was quickly brought back.

But those few seconds of being "alone" had already triggered the rules!

The ghost messengers arrived as scheduled!

That terrifying pressure, enough to freeze their souls, enveloped them completely.

They could sense it.

My own vitality is being rapidly stripped away by an invisible force.

The ghost messenger had already raised his hand.

death.

It's right before our eyes.

It was at this moment of despair.

"Buzz—Boom!"

A piercing engine roar suddenly rang out, growing louder as it approached from afar!