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

The real world.

Command centers around the world, as well as countless viewers watching the live broadcast, were all stunned when they saw this sudden scene.

"who's that person?"

"When did he appear? I've been staring at the screen the whole time, how come I didn't see him at all?"

"He doesn't look...like a living person."

"Could it be another ghost from this eerie lake?"

Countless questions.

It rose in everyone's heart.

They watched helplessly as the mysterious old man blocked their way.

An ominous premonition settled over everyone's hearts.

just.

Before they could even figure out the key to it...

Through satellite footage monitoring the entire Ghost Lake, they witnessed a scene that terrified them!

That area had just been subdued by Yang Jian's miraculous skills.

The eerie lake that was forcibly smoothed out, the black surface of the water that had just regained its calm...

At this moment, it boiled over once again!

Do not!

That's no longer boiling!

That was an explosion!

Rumble!!!

It was as if millions of tons of explosives were being detonated simultaneously at the bottom of the lake!

The entire lake surface.

In an instant, it swelled up wildly, creating towering waves hundreds of meters high!

More violent and terrifying than ever before, the supernatural aura surged forth from the depths of the lake like a flood bursting its banks!

Yang Jian's supernatural suppression.

At this moment.

It was completely shattered by an even more ruthless and bizarre force from the outside world!

Above the spiral staircase at the bottom of the lake.

Dead silence

It replaced the previous clamor and commotion.

The dark lake, which had just begun to calm down from its raging storm, was now filled with the appearance of that hunched figure.

again……

No, it's an unprecedented explosion!

That feeling comes from the depths of the lake.

The terrifying aura was forcibly suppressed by Yang Jian using both the woodcutter's knife and the ghost hand.

at this moment,

It was as if an invisible hand had forcibly torn open a gap from the outside, and then a flash flood poured in!

A towering wave.

It exploded silently in the deep water, impacting the minds of every survivor.

however,

At this moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the suddenly appearing figure, and they even temporarily ignored the dramatic changes in the surrounding environment.

It was an old man.

An old man who seemed to have stepped out of an ancient painting that had dried in the wind.

His robes were old and of an ancient style.

His body was hunched over like a cooked shrimp.

His face was covered with deep wrinkles, and his skin was dry, sallow, and clung tightly to his bones.

A pair of eyes,

It was so murky that not a single glimmer of light could be seen.

Hollow

Dead silence

They resembled two bottomless, dry wells.

he,

He just stood there quietly.

There was no breath.

There was no heartbeat.

There was no sign of life.

But he,

Yet it truly exists in everyone's sight.

This contradictory and eerie feeling sent a chill down the spine of everyone who saw him.

"Who...who is he?"

The rear of the group.

The voice of a surviving demon tamer trembled, and his teeth chattered.

He stared intently at the old man.

I felt like my heart was about to be crushed by that invisible pressure.

this problem.

It voiced what everyone was thinking.

The man holding the torch was, at this moment, the most distraught person in the entire room.

The color had completely drained from his face, leaving it deathly pale.

The right hand that held the torch, bringing light to everyone, was now trembling violently to a visible degree.

His lips trembled.

He seemed to want to say something, but due to extreme fear, he couldn't even form a complete sentence.

"He...is...is..."

I heard his voice.

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

"He is a monster born from the previous era!"

at last,

The man seemed to be using all his strength to squeeze out those words through clenched teeth.

His voice was hoarse and dry, filled with unspeakable horror.

"The previous era? What does that mean?"

Some people asked, puzzled.

"A more desperate and darker era than now!"

A hint of fear lingered in the torchbearer's eyes.

"In that era, there were no safe zones or systematic organizations."

"Humans are like ants in a storm when faced with the bizarre!"

"Those who survived in that environment and reached the top were all absolute powerhouses who had commanded the most terrifying and vengeful spirits in the world!"

"And him..."

The man's gaze was fixed intently on the motionless old man. "His name itself is a taboo!"

"A taboo that should never be mentioned, much less remembered!"

This statement came out.

A collective gasp immediately filled the air.

Everyone present.

After hearing the torchbearer's words, I felt a chill run down my spine from the soles of my feet to the top of my head!

Even this is unfathomable.

The powerful man who led them here was described as a "monster" and a "forbidden" figure.

The old man was terrifying.

This is beyond their imagination!

What made them even more desperate was...

It was the appearance of this old man that caused the strange lake, which had just been forcibly suppressed by Yang Jian, to go berserk again!

What does this mean?

this means.

This old man's supernatural power was even able to forcefully break through the suppression of that god and demon from the outside!

Could he kill everyone present by himself?

An emotion called despair spread rapidly among the people like a plague.

"However... don't worry too much."

Just as everyone was on the verge of collapse, the Torchman's voice rang out again.

Although he was still trembling, he had gained a bit of composure.

"He...is dead."

"Even if he is still 'alive' for some reason, he is no longer a purely living person, nor has he transformed into a mindless vengeful ghost."

"For him, his existence has only one meaning left..."

The man took a deep breath and said, word by word:

"That is... duty!"

"Responsibilities?"

"Yes, guarding this place is his duty!"

The man seemed to know some secrets that were not known to others.

He continued:

"Some of you must have been to that 'hotel' replica, right?"

"You should have seen a male corpse there, holding a machete."

As the man finished speaking.

Several people in the crowd had their expressions change drastically in an instant!

The Mysterious Hotel!

A male corpse slashed with a machete!

For them, it was a nightmare experience!

The death rate in that instance was frighteningly high.

Countless players died at the hands of that terrifying male corpse.

The machete in his hand.

It possesses an incomprehensible and terrifying destructive power, ignoring and disintegrating everything!

If not.

Yang Jian, together with the equally terrifying opera troupe ghosts in the hotel, barely managed to defeat him.

And that intractable wood-chopping knife.

It was after that battle that it fell into Yang Jian's hands!

"That male corpse was one of the previous generation's guardians."

"And the one in front of me..."

The torchbearer raised his trembling hand and pointed to the old man ahead. "He is the true guardian of this eerie lake!"

"His existence,"

"It's precisely to prevent the terror at the deepest part of this lake... from escaping!"