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

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Upon hearing those two words...

A flash of realization instantly appeared in Li Yao's icy eyes!

That man's voice.

Like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness, it instantly gave her direction.

She was drawn into this world by that painting in the museum.

So,

That painting is the root of everything!

To escape from here, you must return to where you started!

Thank you.

Li Yao silently said something to herself.

She wasted no more time.

The man's consciousness was fading, and all she could do was not let him down for the information he had obtained for her with the last of his strength.

next moment,

Her figure moved!

Without the slightest hesitation or doubt.

Li Yao as a whole.

Like an arrow released from a bow, it transformed into a blurry afterimage, frantically swirling back in the direction it came from!

Her speed was incredibly fast!

In this desolate cityscape, a silhouette constructed of black and white lines.

Her figure,

Like a ghostly spirit traversing between the realms of Yin and Yang, it stirred up a silent wave of energy.

The buildings on both sides were rushing past.

The silhouettes of ordinary people, stiff as statues, standing on the streets and in buildings, completely supernatural, flashed by in her field of vision.

Li Yao's gaze did not linger on them for even a second.

She knew it very well.

These people are already dead.

The moment they were drawn into this world, their fate was already sealed.

right now,

The only thing she could do, the only thing she had to do, was to save herself!

The oppressive force of the Ghost Painting Ghost Domain was constantly eroding her.

She could feel it clearly.

The supernatural power within me is like being frantically absorbed and constantly weakened by a giant sponge.

Even her running body began to feel increasingly heavy.

It was as if countless cold, invisible hands were reaching out from all directions, dragging her along relentlessly.

She must also be left completely in this gray and white hell.

Li Yao's expression grew increasingly cold.

But her eyes,

But it became even sharper and more determined!

This is a bit of a suppression.

This is a difficulty.

That wasn't enough to stop her!

"Get out of my way!"

Li Yao let out a cold roar in her heart!

boom!

An even colder and more terrifying supernatural aura suddenly erupted from her body!

That's the power of "the ghost that shoots people"!

With the support of this power, that heavy and sluggish feeling was instantly broken through!

Her speed increased dramatically once again!

His entire being almost transformed into a black line invisible to the naked eye, frantically traversing this enormous, desolate city!

time.

It's slipping away, bit by bit.

at last.

A familiar, magnificent building outlined in gray and white lines appeared at the edge of her vision.

Calgary Museum!

Arrived!

Li Yao's figure did not pause for a moment.

Like a whistling cannonball.

They rushed straight toward the museum's huge, closed door, which had also lost all its color!

boom!

A dull, loud bang.

door.

She smashed him aside with an incredibly domineering manner!

Countless grayish-white fragments flew in all directions.

Li Yao's figure instantly rushed into this familiar yet utterly unfamiliar dark hall.

Here.

That was the starting point that drew her into the world of ghost paintings.

She remembers it very clearly.

I was in the exhibition hall on the second floor at the time, in front of that eerie painting.

Li Yao raised her head.

His gaze was sharp as lightning, instantly locking onto the direction of the second floor.

She pushed off the ground with her toes.

He was as light as a feather, instantly covering a distance of tens of meters and landing directly on the cold, gray-white corridor on the second floor.

then.

She started walking, following the route she remembered.

Step by step.

We walked towards that exhibition hall.

Her footsteps sounded unusually clear in the deathly silent museum.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Every step felt like stepping on the pulse of death.

Soon, the exhibition hall appeared in front of her.

She opened the door.

What came into view was a familiar scene.

On the wall.

Hanging there are paintings that have lost their color, which have all become monotonous silhouettes made of lines.

And in the very center of the exhibition hall, on the most conspicuous wall.

A painting.

It hangs there quietly.

That painting.

It was unlike any other painting around it.

It has color!

In the painting.

She was a woman wearing a red cheongsam, her face blurred, with a graceful figure.

That's just how she is.

Standing quietly against a gray backdrop.

It's as if you're looking through this canvas.

He gazes at the world beyond the painting with an eerie, cold look.

Ghostly drawing!

found it!

It was right here!

The moment Li Yao saw the painting, the hoarse, weak male voice rang in her mind once again.

"Now!"

"Activate your ghostly domain!"