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

Once this idea arises...

It spread through her mind like wildfire, and she could no longer suppress it.

She knew it all too well.

By eating more ghosts, you can gain more supernatural abilities.

This is after she embarked on the path of a demon tamer.

The most profound experience.

Each time she devoured something, she became stronger, and the supernatural power she wielded became increasingly refined.

however.

This behavior also comes with huge risks.

Each time it is devoured.

They are all incorporating the power of other species into themselves, which is tantamount to playing with fire.

A slight mishap.

She might be devoured by the power of the vengeful ghost and become its puppet.

They were even replaced by vengeful ghosts.

This risk.

It was far greater and more uncontrollable than anything she had ever experienced before.

She is not Yang Jian.

They lacked Yang Jian's bizarre ability to completely digest vengeful spirits.

but.

Qin Taotao didn't care anymore.

A near-mad determination gleamed in her eyes.

She had a clear premonition.

A most desperate era is about to begin.

Not the future.

It is "soon".

The world is being eroded by the bizarre, and humanity's living space is being constantly squeezed.

She has witnessed and felt far too much.

Against this backdrop.

Simply surviving is far from enough.

It was merely resistance.

It also cannot bring about a real victory.

She needs to become stronger.

Powerful beyond that of ordinary people.

Only in this way.

Only then could she gain the upper hand in this impending catastrophe and protect everything she cherished.

She wants to be at the forefront.

Become the person who can change the times.

And to achieve this.

We must become stronger at all costs.

Qin Taotao took a step forward.

He walked straight toward the black spot of light that had not yet completely dissipated.

She reached out her hand.

My fingertips touched that cold, deathly point of light.

Without the slightest hesitation.

She opened her mouth and swallowed the "crashed" mist ghost bit by bit.

The process was not as bloody as one might imagine.

There was no chewing sound either.

When the light from the Mist Ghost touched her body...

It melted away like ice and snow.

It transformed into streams of cold and pure supernatural energy, surging into her body.

It merged with her original supernatural powers.

An unprecedented sense of power instantly filled Qin Taotao's entire body.

She could sense it.

One's control over the fog, perception of space, and mastery of the intangible.

They have all reached a new level.

The killing patterns of the Mist Ghost.

At this moment, it seemed to have become part of her ability as well.

After the last black dot of light was completely swallowed up, the mist that had lingered around for so long finally dissipated completely.

The true environment of the fifth-floor ghost post office was also clearly presented before Qin Taotao's eyes.

Here.

It was completely different from the dilapidated state of the fourth floor.

The fifth floor is not an empty room.

Instead, it was a long, narrow, and dark corridor.

The walls on both sides of the corridor were mottled and covered with various old stains and cracks.

It seems to have been eroded by the long years.

The air was thick with a musty smell, mixed with a faint stench of blood, making one want to vomit.

The most chilling thing is...

Bright red blood began to seep through the walls on both sides of the corridor.

The blood did not gush out.

Instead, it seeped out little by little from the cracks in the wall and from the mottled stains at a slow and eerie pace.

It meanders and flows on the wall like a living thing.

It outlines twisted, blood-red lines.

The entire corridor.

At this moment, everything was stained with an eerie blood color, making it appear exceptionally oppressive and terrifying.

Just as Qin Taotao was observing all of this.

On the wall in front of her.

The seeping blood suddenly began to ooze in an incredible way.

It twists and wriggles on its own.

Ultimately, it all coalesced into a line of bloody text.

The words looked as if they were written in blood.

Every stroke seems to be alive, exuding a strong sense of blood and eeriness.

"Congratulations, you have earned the right to access the truth of this world."

This line of text.

Like a silent declaration, it proclaimed that Qin Taotao had reached a completely new level.

She was no longer just a mail carrier at the ghost post office.

Instead, it was selected.

The "key" that allows one to glimpse the deepest secrets of this world.

After the text appears.

At the end of the corridor.

A muffled creaking sound suddenly came from the dark depths that had been tightly closed, seemingly blending into the walls.

An old and heavy wooden door.

Driven by an unseen force, it slowly opened for her.

Behind the door lay an even deeper darkness, as if leading to another dimension.

Qin Taotao did not hesitate at all.

She walked straight to the door and stepped inside.

Behind the door is an even smaller space.

The walls all around were also mottled.

But the place was unusually clean, with no trace of blood from the outside corridor.

In the center of the room.

On a worn-out wooden table, a letter lay forlornly.

This letter was unlike any she had ever seen in the ghost post office before; it had neither a recipient's name nor a sender's address.

It was just a plain white envelope, without any decorations.

Qin Taotao stepped forward.

Pick up that letter.

The envelope was light, but it felt incredibly heavy in my hand.

She carefully opened the envelope.

He pulled out the folded letter from inside.

On the letter paper.

It only contains a few simple words.

"Seven days later, the strange phenomenon reappeared."

When these words were clearly presented to all viewers in the real world through the live broadcast of the Ghost Post Office.

The whole world.

At this moment, it was as if a silent pause button had been pressed.

Inside the command center.

The old professor's gold-rimmed glasses slipped off his nose.

But he didn't help.

She just stared blankly at the screen, her lips trembling slightly, but she couldn't utter a sound.

The other members.

They all seemed to be frozen in place, their faces filled with disbelief and deep-seated fear.

"Seven days later, the strange phenomenon resurfaces?"