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

abyss.

An endless abyss.

The lake water seemed to have come to life, cold and viscous.

It possesses a corrosive quality capable of obliterating the soul.

Every breath.

You can feel your lungs being filled with fluid; that's the smell of death.

The man gritted his teeth.

His only remaining hand gripped his chest tightly, his nails digging into his flesh, as he tried to maintain his last shred of consciousness.

The lake water here.

It is no longer a natural thing, but a supernatural sea built by countless vengeful ghosts.

The deeper you go, the stronger the feeling of suffocation becomes.

That kind of oppression.

It's not just physical, but also supernatural.

It's as if the bottom of this lake is the graveyard of the world.

Once any living being steps inside, there is no possibility of ever seeing the light of day again.

The man's steps forward had become incredibly difficult.

His body was trembling.

Each movement requires a tremendous amount of supernatural power to fight against that terrifying suppression.

He is very clear.

Every second of delay increases the number of vengeful ghosts escaping from the bottom of the lake.

That would mean the disaster would be completely out of control.

He must hurry.

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at this time,

An idea flashed through his mind.

The Ghost Lake can suppress the supernatural; this is not only its curse but also its rule.

The more powerful the strange force, the better.

Instead, they will be mistaken for one of the same kind by the lake water and thus dragged to the deeper bottom of the lake!

This is a gamble.

A ruthless glint flashed in the man's eyes.

He no longer suppressed the supernatural fluctuations within his body, but instead suddenly released the power that should have been used to resist the erosion!

boom!

Like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, the ghostly figure within the man instantly erupted.

Next second,

The lake water that had initially rejected him suddenly began to twist strangely at that moment.

A tremendous suction force suddenly came from deep within.

Like the gaping maw of an abyss,

It dragged his body directly into endless darkness.

He is falling.

It was incredibly fast, as if it had traversed a distance in space.

During this fall.

He had to remain vigilant at all times, calculating when the tide would arrive.

That's the most terrifying pattern at the bottom of the lake.

Once the tide surges, he must instantly dispel all eerie auras.

otherwise,

He will be completely swept away.

He danced on the edge of a knife, each breath he controlled and released with terrifying precision.

at last,

After a thrilling dodge, he crashed hard into the mud at the bottom of the lake.

There is no light here.

But through that terrifying, supernatural fluctuation, he was able to see the scene before him clearly.

It was a black coffin.

It lies silently at the deepest part of the lake.

Around the black coffin,

No water flowed near, as if it were a forbidden zone.

Beside the black coffin stood a figure.

That was a man.

Yang Jian.

At this moment, Yang Jian was staring intently at the black coffin.

The coffin lid had already slid open halfway, and the terrifying female corpse was slowly sitting up from inside the coffin.

A chilling black aura was constantly seeping out from the cracks in the coffin.

Wherever the black mist passed.

The lake water evaporated instantly, revealing a large area of ​​dried-up vacuum.

It's now!

Despite the excruciating, tearing pain in his body, the man staggered forward.

He dared not hesitate for a moment.

He pulled out the black, rusty coffin nail and, with all his might, threw it in the direction Yang Jian was.

Yang Jian didn't turn his head, but grabbed the nail with his other hand.

The moment I got it.

Yang Jian's aura changed.

A ghostly hand, a woodcutter's knife, and this coffin nail. Three equally terrifying and all-powerful supernatural auras converged at this moment.

Boom!

The entire lakebed was shaking.

In the shadows not far away, the old man who had been suppressing the man suddenly changed his expression.

His original aura of superiority.

Under the combined suppression of the three supernatural forces, it withered instantly, like a frostbitten eggplant.

Correspondingly.

Yang Jian's suppressive power, however, was rising infinitely!

That power.

It seemed to be a rule that transcended all vengeful spirits.

The female corpse, who had already sat up halfway, froze the moment she felt this oppressive force.

A flicker of fear seemed to cross her empty eye sockets.

Then.

Under that irresistible will.

Her stiff body slowly, bit by bit, lay back down into the black coffin.

boom.

The coffin lid was sealed shut, perfectly.

The surging lake water poured back in.

The rampant black mist also dissipated.

Ghost Lake

Calmness returned.

The man lay limp in the mud, panting heavily.

My clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

ended……

it is finally over.

He looked at Yang Jian, his eyes filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

however,

Yang Jian did not relax.

His gaze remained fixed on the black coffin, his dark eyes devoid of any joy.

everything,

It's not over yet.

Yang Jian's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable chill.

This is only a temporary suppression.

This female corpse is one of the sources of the Ghost Lake, and it cannot be completely erased by coffin nails alone.

The riots at the mysterious lake continue.

As long as this body remains, the lake will one day boil again.

The man's heart sank.

He struggled to his feet and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Is there any other way?"

"If we can't completely resolve this situation here, what will happen to the people outside...?"

"Help me gather these things."

Yang Jian turned around and looked into the dark distance.

"Once I find all the pieces, I can completely suppress this black coffin and even obliterate the evil spirits here."

"What do you want?" the man asked.

"Dead man's skin, gold, and ghost scissors."

Yang Jian's words were brief and powerful.

Once he has all three items, he can fully unlock the supernatural spear.

That was his first step toward becoming a god.

It is also the key to ending this bizarre and chaotic world.

Dead skin... Ghost scissors...

The man fell silent.

Each of these items is a legendary taboo, and finding them is like searching for a needle in a haystack.

But what he cared about more was another word.

gold.

He shook his head with a bitter smile, his voice filled with despair.

"Yang Jian, if what you need is gold, you may be disappointed."

"Gold no longer exists in this world."

"With the bizarre full recovery, all the gold mines and all the reserves have been completely corrupted by that strange force."

"Gold today is no different from ordinary stone and cannot bear any supernatural influences."

Gold, no longer exists?

Yang Jian fell silent.

A thoughtful look flashed in his deep eyes.

A moment later,

He looked up at the void, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

"So.

Let us turn our attention to another world.

"Another world?"

"The real world."

Yang Jian said calmly, "That place hasn't been completely polluted yet; the gold there is real."

The man's pupils contracted.

The real world... is the only sanctuary outside of this endless nightmare.

"I'll go."

The man said without hesitation.

He would do anything to quell this disaster, even if it meant going to the real world or paying the price with his life.

"What about the dead man's skin and the ghost scissors?"

The man asked again.

Yang Jian smiled softly, a smile that carried a chilling depth.

"There will naturally be 'someone' to help us find these."

The voice just fell,

A strange, operatic sound slowly drifted from the darkness at the bottom of the lake.

Several red figures.

It gradually emerged from the shadows.

It was that ghost from the opera troupe.

At this moment, the violent aura emanating from the opera troupe ghost had vanished.

Instead, there was a near-humble submission.

They walked up to Yang Jian and slowly lowered their ferocious heads.

"What you need to find next are dead human skin and ghost scissors."

Yang Jian, expressionless, ordered, "Find their whereabouts and tell me."

The opera troupe ghost didn't hesitate at all.

They nodded in unison, then transformed into several bloody shadows and disappeared into the depths of the lake.

The man was completely stunned by what he saw.

He stood there blankly, his mind completely blank.

The ghost of the opera troupe

Those were beings standing at the pinnacle of the supernatural era, each one a terrifying and vengeful ghost that inspired fear in all who heard of them.

They are cold-blooded and brutal, treating humans like dirt. How could they possibly obey Yang Jian's orders?

Yang Jian...

Who exactly is he?

What kind of background does he have that allows him to command these terrifying ghosts to serve him?