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

What kind of eyes were those?

It lacked any of the vitality a living person should have; it was empty and lifeless.

It seems to contain a thousand years of loneliness and decay.

But in the depths of this deathly silence.

It also seems to conceal a bottomless starry sky, ancient and vast, enough to completely devour the mind of any observer.

I was merely swept over by those eyes.

All the players present.

Even the resolute Qin Taotao felt as if her soul had been frozen.

It was an absolute suppression originating from the level of life itself.

Compared to when I faced the ghost messengers before.

Even more terrifying, even more...despair!

Who is he?

This idea.

Like a thunderclap, it exploded in everyone's mind.

Before everyone could recover from their shock, the man in the coffin, dressed in his burial clothes, moved.

His movements were not fast.

It was even a bit stiff.

But it carries an indescribable rhythm.

He slowly sat up from the dark coffin.

As he stood up.

The terrifying aura that had almost crushed people receded like a tide.

The atmosphere in front of the ancestral hall immediately relaxed.

The man sat up.

He ignored the players around him who were as insignificant as ants.

His calm, unwavering eyes merely swept over the crowd.

It's as if I'm looking at a group of dust particles that have nothing to do with me.

then.

He reached out his pale, slender hand and picked up the yellowed envelope that Qin Taotao had placed on his chest.

His gaze fell on the envelope.

This moment.

An eerie silence fell over the area in front of the ancestral hall.

The wind stopped, and the fog dissipated.

Even the faint, eerie sounds in the distance vanished without a trace.

All eyes.

They all stared intently at the man and the letter in his hand.

A man's fingers.

Gently, I tore open the sealing wax on the envelope.

His movements were slow.

Every detail was clearly reflected in everyone's eyes.

He took it from the envelope.

I pulled out a sheet of the same yellowed letter paper.

As he unfolded the letter, his gaze fell upon it for a fleeting moment.

For the first time, a barely perceptible change appeared on his eternally unchanging face.

It was a mixture of understanding, solemnity, and a hint of...

A tired expression.

a long time.

He slowly let out a long sigh.

"I didn't realize the situation had gotten this dangerous?"

His voice was hoarse and deep.

It was as if he hadn't spoken for countless years.

Every word carries the dust of history, striking a chord in everyone's hearts.

What?

What did he say?

All the players, including Qin Taotao, were stunned.

His face was filled with incomprehensible bewilderment.

Condition?

What's going on?

Danger?

What danger?

These words left everyone completely bewildered and utterly baffled.

And that man.

After saying that, he fell silent.

The letter in his hand spontaneously combusted without a flame, turning into a wisp of smoke that dissipated into the air.

He slowly stood up.

He stepped out of the coffin that had been with him for countless years.

His gaze.

He looked past the crowd and towards what was behind them.

Everyone instinctively turned around to look, their hearts leaping into their throats once again!

The terrifying being that had just filled them with despair, the ghost messenger, was now standing there quietly.

The book and brush in its hand have disappeared.

Those empty eyes.

They were watching the man emerge from the coffin without moving.

There was no intent to kill.

Oppression without rules.

That feeling.

It doesn't look like a standoff.

This absurd idea surfaced in the minds of all the players, sending chills down their spines.

next moment.

An even more bizarre and mind-blowing scene unfolded.

Under the man's calm gaze.

That terrifying ghostly figure actually took a step.

It's step by step.

They walked up to the dark coffin.

then.

It turned around and, mimicking the way the man before it had done, slowly... lay down inside!

"boom!"

The brains of all players.

At that moment, it was as if everyone had been struck hard by a heavy hammer, leaving them completely blank.

Ghost... ghost...

He lay down in a coffin?

This……

What on earth is going on?!

Before they could figure it out, the man in the burial clothes had already walked to the coffin.

He held out his hands.

It rested on the heavy coffin lid.

"Creak—"

Amidst a tooth-grinding scraping sound.

The coffin lid, which required the combined efforts of several players to push, now seemed as light as a feather in his hands.

Coffin lid.

It was slowly closed.

The moment the coffin lid closed completely, the entire Huanggang Village seemed to come alive.

The suffocating chill and deathly silence that had been there before vanished in an instant.

The thick fog that had been looming over the village dissipated rapidly, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

For the first time, warm, though somewhat artificial, sunlight bathed this abandoned land.

The surrounding scenery.

It became completely clear.

Dilapidated houses, barren fields, and...

The village entrance is clearly visible in the distance.

The mountain called "death" that had been pressing down on everyone's heads seemed to have been moved away.

……

In the real world, at the Kyushu Command Center.

On the huge screen.

Scenes from the eerie world are played clearly.

The moment the ghost messenger lay down in the coffin, and the man in the burial clothes closed the coffin lid.

The entire command center fell into a deathly silence.

All senior leaders.

All the analytical experts.

They all stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

"What... what is this?"

A general broke the silence by muttering to himself.

"Replacement?"

An elderly professor wearing gold-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses, his tone filled with uncertainty.

"You traded that man for the ghost messenger?"

"Or rather... that man is the... master of this coffin, this ghost?"

"Was that letter the key to awakening him?"

"The essence of the mission isn't delivering the message, but rather... shift change?"

One guess after another was put forward, but they were quickly refuted.

Everything that is happening before my eyes.

This is completely beyond their understanding of bizarre events.

They could only stare at the screen in silence.

Looking at Huanggang Village bathed in sunlight, and the burial man standing beside the coffin, like a god.

at the same time.

The chat room was completely exploding with comments.

[Kyushu audience comments]

"Holy crap?! What did I just see? The ghost messengers went to sleep?"

"Who was that guy who crawled out of the coffin? He's so fierce! The ghost messengers are obeying him like obedient babies?"

"He said 'the situation has become so dangerous,' what exactly does that mean?!"

"I'm so anxious!"

"Is there any class representative who can analyze this?"

"I have a bold guess!"

"Could the truth behind this instance be that the ghost messenger has gone out of control, and we need to send a message to awaken its master so that it can be locked up again?"

"Upstairs, you must be Leeuwenhoek! That sounds very reasonable!"

"Anyway, Tao Tao is safe! That's great! I was so scared!"

"So... this dungeon is over just like that? It feels... so sudden."