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

Yang Jian stood there.

Just by standing there, that dark red ghostly realm had already transformed the entire world into a desolate, apocalyptic scene.

Countless distorted ghostly figures floated and sank in the red light.

It let out a silent wail.

The resentment and despair originating from countless dead souls transformed into a tangible pressure, making it incredibly difficult for all the players present to even breathe.

Their bodies.

Their souls.

All of them trembled uncontrollably under the shadow of this ghostly realm.

This.

That's the real terror!

This.

That is the real...God!

Amidst the horrified gazes of all the players, Yang Jian made a move.

He took a step.

They walked slowly and deliberately to the pitch-black coffin that was shaking violently, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

The terror of ghost messengers has long been deeply ingrained in people's minds.

That rule of "inevitable death".

That unsolvable annihilation is every player's nightmare.

But at this moment.

The ghost messengers inside the coffin were suppressed by Yang Jian's ghostly domain.

But it's like a wild beast locked in a cage.

It could only let out a defiant roar, but it couldn't even budge the cage an inch.

Yang Jian's cold face remained expressionless.

In his indifferent golden eyes.

Yet, reflected in the image of the coffin, it revealed a subtle, almost imperceptible... longing.

Just like.

A hunter who had been starving for a long time finally saw the prey he had been dreaming of.

He did it slowly.

He extended his right hand.

What kind of hand was that?

dry

Pitch black

Covered in lividity, it seemed not to belong to the living, carrying an overwhelming aura of decay and unease.

The moment this ghostly hand appeared.

The countless ghostly figures in the surrounding dark red ghostly domain seemed to have encountered an even more terrifying existence, and let out even more mournful screams.

They retreated frantically, not daring to get any closer.

Ghost hands.

It was placed so gently on the heavy coffin lid.

"Thump!"

A muffled thud.

The coffin, which had been trembling violently just moments before, fell into complete silence at this moment.

It was as if it were being firmly suppressed by an unshakeable ancient divine mountain!

After doing all this.

Without pausing, Yang Jian covered the ghost hand with his left hand and suddenly raised it upwards!

"Creak—!"

The coffin lid, which the man in the burial clothes had easily closed, was now being opened once again.

As the coffin lid was opened.

A chilling aura, even more terrifying and refined than when the opera troupe ghost pulled out the coffin nails, suddenly erupted!

but.

This aura had barely escaped an inch from the coffin.

They were then firmly suppressed by that dark red ghostly domain.

Inside the coffin.

The terrifying ghost messenger had already sat up again.

Its empty eye sockets.

Looking at Yang Jian standing before the coffin, the aura emanating from him was no longer the oppressive force of rules, but rather a kind of...

Fear stemming from instinct!

It's scared!

Yang Jian didn't give it any chance.

His ghostly hands.

Like a black lightning bolt, it suddenly plunged into the coffin and grabbed the ghost messenger's body!

"Sizzle—!"

It was as if a red-hot iron had touched ice.

A plume of black smoke.

It suddenly rose up from the point where the ghost hand and the ghost messenger made contact!

The ghost messenger's body began to struggle violently.

It seems to want to invoke its own inevitable rule, and wants to rebel.

but,

Within Yang Jian's ghost realm.

Under the suppression of the Ghost Hand, all its abilities were completely sealed!

"Good nutrients."

Yang Jian's lips curled up slightly, forming a cold and cruel arc.

next moment!

An indescribable, terrifying suction force suddenly erupted from that pitch-black ghost hand!

All the players present.

Everyone, including Qin Taotao, stared wide-eyed.

They witnessed a scene they would never forget in their lives.

There stood that terrifying ghost messenger.

Its body.

It began to twist and deform, as if being pulled by an invisible black hole.

Its body, composed of supernatural power, is gradually transforming into the purest, coldest aura.

It was Yang Jian's ghostly hand.

Endless...devouring! Absorbing!

Yang Jian... he's eating a ghost!

he is.

Eat the final boss of this S-rank dungeon!

This understanding.

Like a thousand thunderclaps, it exploded in the minds of all the surviving players.

This caused their minds to go completely blank.

They have seen players killed by ghosts, and they have also seen ghosts fight each other.

But they had never seen it before.

A person, as easily as eating and drinking, devoured such a terrifying and vengeful ghost alive...?!

This is completely beyond their comprehension!

This is something no human being could do!

Only Qin Taotao.

She bit her lip hard, forcing herself to remain calm.

But her pupils were constricted sharply.

It still revealed the turmoil in her heart.

Although it was done via live stream.

She had long known that Yang Jian possessed the ability to devour vengeful spirits and strengthen himself.

But this scene...

When it actually happened before her eyes, the visual impact and the shock that came from the depths of her soul were still indescribable in words.

too strong!

This man is so powerful...

That's unreasonable!

but.

After the initial shock, Qin Taotao felt a sense of...reassurance.

She is a player from Kyushu.

She knew very well that Yang Jian was on the side of Kyushu.

The stronger he is, the greater the benefit to the entire Kyushu.

not to mention……

Qin Taotao's gaze.

Unwittingly, he landed on his own eerie, barely visible taxi.

she knows.

If it weren't for Yang Jian, I would have died in the very first instance.

If it weren't for Yang Jian, the opera troupe ghosts would never have come to her rescue.

Less likely.

He managed to get a powerful supernatural entity like the Ghost Driver to sign a contract with him, allowing him to ascend to the heavens in one step.

Become a true demon tamer.

Yang Jian.

He was her guide, and even more so, her... guardian angel!

Just as Qin Taotao's thoughts were racing.

The ghostly messenger inside the coffin had become incredibly ethereal.

Only a faint afterimage remained.

It let out a resentful screech in the hands of the demon.

"Clatter."

A soft sound.

The last bit of supernatural power of the ghost messenger was completely devoured by the ghost hand.

The entire Huanggang Village.

That unique aura of rules belonging to the ghost messengers vanished in an instant.

as if.

It never appeared.

After devouring the ghost messenger.

Yang Jian slowly withdrew his ghost hand.

A hint of satisfaction seemed to flash in his golden eyes.

It also seemed to be a little more solid than before.

He didn't look at the empty coffin again, nor at the players who were already terrified.

He merely glanced at Qin Taotao indifferently.

then.

His figure, along with the headless ghost and the opera troupe ghost that appeared behind him at some unknown time.

And so, enveloped in the dark red ghostly aura.

It gradually faded, and finally, it disappeared completely from Huanggang Village.

With Yang Jian's departure.

The dark red ghostly domain that had enveloped the heavens and earth also receded like the tide.

The false sunlight shines down once again.

That suffocating, terrifying pressure also vanished without a trace.

Everything seemed to have come to an end.