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

The moment the crack appeared, Li Yao did not hesitate for a moment.

She was as if pushed out by an invisible hand, crashing directly into that dark crevice.

next moment.

She felt as if she had fallen into a cold, deep pool of water.

There was no light around.

There was no sound, and no direction.

That suffocating feeling returned.

It felt as if countless hands reached out from behind, grabbing her hair, her shoulders, and her limbs.

We need to drag her back into that gray, ghostly world.

Li Yao's face was icy cold, and her teeth were clenched tightly.

She didn't turn around.

There's no turning back.

She could feel the woman in the painting behind her looking at her.

That gaze, devoid of emotion, was more terrifying than any malice.

As long as she turns around.

As long as her consciousness wavers for even a moment.

She will be pulled back again.

This time, however, no one will help her.

The hoarse male voice had completely disappeared.

His last bit of strength transformed into the hand that pushed open the rift in the ghost realm.

just now.

Whether she survives or not is up to her.

"go out."

Li Yao roared inwardly.

The remaining supernatural power within her reignited.

The chilling aura of the ghost that slapped people enveloped her body, resisting the pull from behind.

One inch.

Two inches.

Three inches.

She felt like she was struggling to climb out of a swamp.

With each step forward, it felt as if my body was being torn apart.

But her gaze grew colder and colder.

She plays Yang Jian.

She cannot die here.

Even worse, one should not die before the exit, after already seeing it.

suddenly.

A ray of light appeared.

That is the light of the real world.

It's not glaring.

But it caused a brief stinging sensation in Li Yao's eyes, which were already accustomed to the gray and white world.

She suddenly reached out and grabbed at the ray of light.

boom!

next moment.

Li Yao looked as if she had burst out of the water.

She staggered forward and fell heavily onto the cold wooden floor.

Air rushes into the lungs.

She was breathing heavily.

Every breath was accompanied by intense pain.

She was like someone who had been drowning for a long time, finally breaking free from the lake of death.

The smell of the real world.

The smell of dust, the smell of wood, and the musty smell of disinfectant in the museum were all incredibly clear at that moment.

These normally ordinary, almost unnoticed auras now confirmed something for Li Yao.

She's back.

She really did escape from the ghostly world.

Li Yao slowly raised her head.

She saw the exhibition hall.

Off-white walls.

Wooden floor.

Glass display case.

And that painting hanging in the center of the wall.

In the painting, a woman wearing a red cheongsam stands quietly.

Her face was still blurry.

Her posture remained stiff.

Unlike before, Li Yao could clearly sense that the painting was no longer just a painting.

There is a world inside.

A world that has already swallowed up countless living people.

What just happened was not an illusion.

That gray and white city of Calgary, that lifeless museum, those haunted figures—they're all still inside.

They did not disappear.

Even more so, the ghost paintings continue to expand.

Li Yao's gaze lingered for only a moment before she immediately looked away.

She dared not look anymore.

It's not because of fear.

Rather, it was because she knew that the painting itself was a medium.

Being watched can also be a condition for being drawn in.

She has reached her limit.

If she gets caught up in it again, she won't have a second chance to escape.

"We can't stay here."

Li Yao forced herself to stand up.

Her face was pale, and cold sweat was trickling down her forehead.

The supernatural power within his body was almost completely depleted.

That feeling of weakness was very obvious.

She even felt that her body was much heavier than before.

But she didn't stop.

She turned around and walked directly out of the exhibition hall.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

As she reached the door, she suddenly heard a very faint sound behind her.

It's like a piece of drawing paper being blown by the wind.

It's as if someone has stepped out of the painting.

Li Yao's body stiffened slightly.

But she didn't turn around.

She simply quickened her pace.

The corridor was quiet.

The museum remains as it was after it was locked down.

There were no tourists.

There were no staff members present.

Only the faint sound of alarm equipment operating in the distance could be heard.

Li Yao quickly descended the second-floor corridor.

Her pace quickened.

In the end, he practically rushed out of the museum.

When the sunlight fell on her, she truly felt as if she had returned from the underworld to the human world.

But this feeling only lasted for a second.

When she looked up at Jiacheng, her face darkened again.

The city was quieter than it had been before she entered the Ghost Painting.

There were hardly any living people to be seen on the streets.

At the edge of the distant buildings, a faint grayish-white mark is spreading.

That's not fog.

It's not dust either.

Rather, it is the ghostly realm of ghost paintings that is eroding reality.

It's like a drop of ink falling into clear water, spreading little by little.

If left unchecked, the entire city of Calgary will become part of the world depicted in the painting.

At that time, it won't just be Calgary.

The ghost paintings will continue to expand outwards.

The beacon of Congress was swallowed up.

The entire continent could potentially fall.

When it grows to be terrifying enough, even the ocean may not be able to stop it.

Even Kyushu will not be safe.

Li Yao's expression became extremely serious.

She can't fix the ghost drawing right now.

They can't even confront them head-on.

But she had to get the message out.

We must let Kyushu know just how dangerous this thing is.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her weakness, and hurried towards the temporary camp.

She didn't stop along the way.

The streets of Calgary were eerily deserted.

Some vehicles were parked on the side of the road with their doors open, but no one was inside.

Some shops still had their lights on, but there wasn't a single living person to be seen behind the counter.

Occasionally, she would see figures in the far distance.

Those figures stood on street corners or behind windows.

They remained motionless.

The body seemed to have had its color drained by some force, leaving only a stiff outline.

Li Yao only needed one glance to know that those were no longer alive.

The line between reality and ghost stories is thinning.

Some things have already begun to be reflected in the painting and into the outside world.

Her heart sank deeper and deeper.

This is not an ordinary paranormal event.

This is a disaster.

A disaster in the true sense of the word.

By the time Li Yao returned to the temporary camp on the outskirts of Jia City, it was already getting dark.

The defensive line outside the camp has been expanded significantly compared to before.

A large number of US soldiers are stationed on the outskirts.

Armored vehicles, helicopters, monitoring towers, and various makeshift blockades blocked all roads leading to Calgary.

But these things meant nothing to Li Yao.

Guns and cannons can't stop the devil.

Even tanks can't destroy the ghost realm.

If the ghost painting really expands to this point, these people won't even have time to react before they are all pulled into the painting.

When the soldiers at the camp entrance saw Li Yao appear, they were first taken aback, and then their expressions changed drastically.

"She's back!"

"The Demon Tamers of Kyushu have returned!"

The news spread like wildfire.

Soon, several officials from the United States rushed out.

They looked at Li Yao with surprise and disbelief in their eyes, as well as barely concealed fear.

Because Li Yao has been missing for too long.

Everyone thought she had died in Calgary.

But now, she's back alive.

This means she has access to the core.

This also means that she must have brought back extremely important intelligence.

"Miss Li, you..."

Just as one of the people in charge was about to speak, Li Yao coldly interrupted him.

Give me communication equipment.

The man was taken aback.

Li Yao's voice was even colder.

"I want to connect with Kyushu."

No one dared to refuse.

Soon, the safest communications room in the camp was emptied.

Li Yao sat in the chair and took the encrypted communication device.

Her fingers were very steady.

Even though her body was already close to its limit.

The communication was quickly established.

On the screen, Kyushu's liaison personnel appeared.

The man's expression was originally serious, but the moment he saw Li Yao, a clear look of shock flashed in his eyes.

"Li Yao? You're still alive?"

"I'm alive."

Li Yao's voice was hoarse.

She didn't exchange pleasantries or waste any time.

"Immediately transfer to the highest-level meeting."

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then as if realizing something, someone immediately said, "Understood."

A few minutes later.

The communication channel was upgraded to the highest level.

Several familiar yet unfamiliar faces appeared on the screen.

These people represent the current highest decision-making level in Kyushu.

Their expressions were all solemn.

Especially after seeing Li Yao's pale face, everyone knew that the news she brought back was definitely not simple.

"What exactly is the situation?"

Li Yao began to recount her experiences after entering Jia City, word by word.

It all started when she discovered the painting at the museum.

She was pulled into the world of the painting by the ghost painting.

Then the entire city of Calgary is depicted in the painting as a desolate, gray-white city.

And then there are the ordinary people who were pulled in.

They weren't killed and left in a bloody mess.

They were possessed by the supernatural.

They became part of the world depicted in the painting.