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

It is precisely because its seal has loosened.

This is what allowed terrifying beings like the Staring Ghost to escape into the real world!

How could such an unimaginably terrifying creature not have any aura detected?

The only explanation is...

Its levels,

It has already exceeded Yang Jian's current perception limit.

Its control over its own power.

It has reached a perfect state of returning to simplicity, without the slightest leakage.

This.

It has already reached the pinnacle that a single supernatural entity can achieve!

Yang Jian made a judgment in an instant.

We can't force it.

You absolutely cannot open the coffin directly!

If it were to fully recover, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The only way.

It is to use one's supernatural power to suppress it to the greatest extent possible before it fully awakens.

Reinforce this already loose seal!

With that in mind, Yang Jian no longer hesitated.

He slowly extended his right hand.

in the air.

A slight, unusual sound, like metal scraping against metal, rang out.

A rusty, rustic-looking woodcutter's knife appeared out of thin air in his hand.

On the body of the machete.

It was covered in dark red, dried bloodstains, exuding a chilling and ferocious aura.

This is a supernatural prop.

It possesses terrifying abilities that are virtually unbeatable.

break down!

It can dismember any strange creature, regardless of its own strength!

Yang Jian gripped the wood-chopping knife tightly.

Without any fancy movements, he calmly and gently placed the blade of the wood-chopping knife against the surface of the black coffin.

There were no earth-shattering sounds, nor dazzling special effects.

Just as the machete touched the black coffin...

The entire space.

Everything seemed to distort slightly.

An invisible force.

An indescribable supernatural power flowed along the blade of the woodcutter's knife and acted upon the black coffin.

That aura originated from the black coffin.

Although it was restrained to the extreme, the terrifying aura that seemed to freeze the soul still remained.

at this moment,

It was as if it had been forcibly severed by something, and it weakened for a moment!

efficient!

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed.

But that's not enough!

This level of suppression alone is far from enough to stabilize the riots in the entire eerie lake.

He had to increase the pressure layer by layer!

Yang Jian raised his left hand and stretched it forward.

Just as he reached out his hand.

His hand, which had been relatively normal, began to undergo strange changes.

The skin color faded quickly.

It transformed into an extremely abnormal, blood-red color, as if it had been soaked in blood for millions of years!

His five fingers became thin and long.

The fingernails were jet black.

The entire palm exuded a terrifying aura that suppressed and annihilated everything!

Ghost hands!

This terrifying puzzle piece from the Hungry Ghost possesses the purest supernatural power to suppress all other strange and eerie things!

The female corpse in the black coffin.

It is currently in a delicate state between sleep and awakening.

It won't.

They were also unable to effectively counter the supernatural suppression of the ghost hand.

This,

This is Yang Jian's best opportunity!

He did not hesitate.

He pressed that blood-red ghostly hand heavily onto the cold coffin lid!

Om-!

A deep, resonant sound, as if emanating from the deepest abyss, echoed throughout the space.

The disintegrating power of the machete, the suppressive power of the ghost hand.

The two are completely different.

But at this moment, an equally terrifying supernatural power, like two invisible mountains, slammed down on the black coffin that was trying to revive!

The faint signs of awakening emanating from the depths of the black coffin were instantly suppressed!

The atmosphere of the entire eerie lake.

at this moment,

They have all been subjected to unprecedented suppression!

……

at the same time.

On the spiral staircase, which is quite a distance from the bottom of the lake.

The mysterious man, holding a torch that emitted a warm glow, was leading the group of surviving ghost tamers behind him, moving down step by step with difficulty.

The lake water around them.

It was pitch black and viscous, filled with rage and chaos.

Undercurrents

Like a ghostly shadow in the water, it constantly impacts the safety zone created by the torch.

That warm light flickered uncertainly, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.

Every face was etched with solemnity and exhaustion.

However, at this very moment...

Mutation.

It happened without warning.

The surrounding black lake water, which had been incredibly turbulent and seemed poised to tear them apart and devour them, actually... calmed down.

Yes, calm.

It's like a ferocious beast that's roaring wildly suddenly having its throat grabbed.

All sound and movement came to an abrupt halt in an instant.

That kind of suddenness.

The shift from rage to deathly silence left everyone feeling extremely uneasy.

"What happened?"

"The lake water... the lake water is still?"

The survivors looked at each other, their faces filled with astonishment and confusion.

Only the man holding the torch.

He was jolted.

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze seemingly trying to pierce through the endless darkness, looking into the unfathomable depths of the lake.

A flicker of shock and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"It's him..."

"It was him who made the move!"

The man instantly understood the reason behind all of this.

In this eerie lake.

Besides them, only Yang Jian and his companion remained, having ventured deep into the lake.

It can cause such a huge change.

There was no one else but that god-like man from Kyushu who could single-handedly suppress the entire rioting lake!

After a brief moment of shock.

A strong sense of urgency welled up in his heart.

"Quick! Everyone! Speed ​​things up!"

He turned around and roared urgently at his still-stunned companions.

"This suppression absolutely cannot last long!"

"This is our only chance!"

"Once the suppression ends, we will face a counterattack that is ten or even a hundred times more terrifying than before!"

His voice.

Like a heavy hammer blow, it struck everyone's heart hard.

Everyone seemed to wake from a dream, their faces showing shock.

They dared not delay any longer.

Try your best.

They started rushing wildly downwards along the spiral staircase.

However, it was at this very moment.

Just when they thought the road ahead was smooth sailing.

A figure.

Without any warning, they suddenly appeared on the steps in front of them.

It was the figure of an old man.

He was wearing an old robe of unknown age.

His body was hunched over, and his face was withered.

His eyes were cloudy and empty; he stood there quietly, like a lifeless statue.

His appearance was so strange, so sudden.

It was as if he hadn't walked over.

Rather, it started from the very beginning.

It had been standing there all along, but only now has it been "seen" by everyone.

All those who rushed to the front.

They all instinctively stopped in their tracks, looking at the unexpected, uninvited guest with surprise and uncertainty.

And when the man holding the torch saw the old man's face clearly...

His pupils suddenly contracted!

The color drained from his face in an instant!

It was an expression that mixed shock, fear, and... disbelief!

"It's...it's you!"

His hand holding the torch was trembling uncontrollably.

The light in my hand

And so it began to sway wildly.

however.

The mysterious old man did not respond to his words.

He simply watched them silently, his empty eyes devoid of any emotion.

That's just how he is.

Quietly.

It became an insurmountable stumbling block on their path forward.