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

Qin Taotao was taken aback.

She turned to look at Li Yao, whose expression was anything but joking.

"I will bring you back."

The smile on Qin Taotao's face slowly disappeared.

She knew what Li Yao meant by making a wish.

Within Kyushu, information about that strange candle is not completely blocked.

Qin Taotao also knew what the price would be.

She was silent for a moment, then whispered, "You will die."

Li Yao said, "I know."

"Then why did you say it?"

"Because you can't die."

Li Yao looked at her, her voice cold but earnest.

"You are more important than me."

"The ability of the Ghost Post Office to train Ghost Tamers is very important to Kyushu."

"As long as you live, there will be more Ghost Masters in Kyushu."

"Your death would be a greater loss than my death."

Qin Taotao looked at Li Yao without saying a word for a long time.

She suddenly laughed.

This time, her smile wasn't as relaxed as before.

"What you're saying puts a lot of pressure on me."

Li Yao said, "Then come back alive."

Qin Taotao nodded.

"it is good."

She didn't say anything more.

Because promises are meaningless in the face of paranormal events.

What truly matters is whether it can be done.

In the distance, staff from the United States had already prepared the route into Calgary.

A specially modified vehicle is parked on the side of the road.

The driver was a staff member sent by the United States, but he was pale and his hands were trembling.

Clearly, letting him get close to Calgary is more terrifying than sending him to the battlefield.

Qin Taotao glanced at it and shook her head.

"No driver needed."

She walked over and got into the driver's seat herself.

The head of the United States quickly stepped forward.

"Miss Qin, we can send someone to assist you."

"unnecessary."

Qin Taotao closed the car door.

The car window rolled down.

She looked at Li Yao.

"If I don't return in seven days, don't make a wish immediately."

Li Yao frowned.

Qin Taotao said seriously, "Report the situation to Kyushu first."

"Let them decide whether it's worth it."

Li Yao did not answer.

Qin Taotao sighed.

"Never mind, I know you won't listen."

Li Yao said calmly, "It's good that you know."

Qin Taotao smiled.

"Then I'm leaving."

The vehicle starts.

The sound of engines rose outside the quiet camp.

All eyes were on that car.

It slowly drove out of the defensive line and headed towards the city of Calgary.

The last rays of the setting sun fell on the car, only to be quickly swallowed up by the grayness ahead.

Li Yao stood there, watching the vehicle drive away.

Her face was still pale.

But his gaze was very steady.

She knew that Qin Taotao might not come back after this trip.

She also knew that what she needed to do next was not to impulsively follow them.

Instead, we wait.

Wait seven days.

Waiting for a result.

When Qin Taotao brings back a real way to control it from the ghost painting.

If we can't wait.

Then she lit the candle.

Even if the price is one's own life.

Because this is not about one person's life or death.

This is the question of whether Kyushu can continue to stand firm in the supernatural era.

Night fell.

In the direction of Calgary, grayish-white shadows surged slowly like the tide.

No one spoke in the makeshift camp.

By the time the car entered Calgary, it was completely dark.

Qin Taotao did not turn on the light.

It's not that it's unnecessary, but the light from the car headlights seems to be swallowed up by a layer of gray after entering the city.

The road ahead is still visible.

But the visibility was strange.

The street was right in front of me, and the buildings were on both sides, but everything felt like it was separated by a layer of old paper.

gray.

Dead silence.

There is no wind.

There were no insect sounds.

There was no sound of vehicles driving.

The entire city of Calgary seems to have been cut out of reality and then pasted back into an old painting.

Qin Taotao gripped the steering wheel, her expression calm.

This wasn't her first encounter with the supernatural.

In the eerie post office, she had seen too many things: the letters that were sent out, the people who were manipulated by the rules, and the inexplicable deaths.

But ghost drawings are different.

This is not a room, nor is it a street.

It is swallowing up a city.

The car drove across a main road.

There was a bus parked on the side of the road.

The car door was open.

The carriage was full of people.

Qin Taotao's gaze swept over and saw that everyone had their heads down, their bodies stiff, and their skin an abnormal grayish-white.

They don't look like corpses.

It looks more like a person who has already been drawn on.

Inside the car window, faces were blurred and indistinct.

One of them moved his head slightly, as if trying to look up at her.

These are all people who were killed by the ghosts that filmed them.

They all turned into vengeful ghosts.

Qin Taotao looked away.

She did not stop the car.

Li Yao said that many things in Jia City were no longer right.

Some people may appear to be still in reality, but they are no longer alive.

She didn't come here to save people.

There's nothing we can do to save people now.

The car continued forward.

The closer you get to the museum, the heavier the gray-white color becomes.

The buildings on both sides of the street began to appear distorted.

Some windows, though made of glass, don't reflect the car's image.

Some of the shops still had their lights on, but the light wasn't yellow; it was a bleak white.

Qin Taotao could sense that she was getting closer to the core of the ghost painting.

The supernatural power within her also began to react.

The reaction wasn't intense, but it was very clear.

It was as if something was recording her.

Record her scent.

Record her shape.

Record every step she took to get here.

Qin Taotao's eyes turned slightly cold.

"Has it already started?"

She spoke in a low voice.

The car was parked in front of the museum.

The building still stands in the darkness.

There was a lot of dust on the steps at the entrance, but no footprints.

Although Li Yao had just escaped from here not long ago, the traces she left behind seemed to have been erased by some supernatural force.

Qin Taotao got off the bus.

She didn't go in immediately, but instead looked up at the museum.

The gate was open.

It was pitch black inside.

But in the depths of that darkness, it seemed as if a pair of eyes were watching her.

not human.

It's not a ghost.

It's not the painting itself, but the painting itself.

Qin Taotao took out a folded map from her pocket.

This was a drawing that Li Yao made for her on the spot.

The route is very simple.

Enter the lobby, turn right, go up to the second floor, walk through the corridor, and you will reach the exhibition hall at the end.

The ghost drawing is inside.

Qin Taotao took one last look at the map, then put it away and went into the museum.

Footsteps echoed in the hall.

It's very light.

But it spread very far.

The air inside the museum was colder than outside.

The cold wasn't from low temperatures, but rather like a damp cloth covering one's face, making breathing difficult.

Qin Taotao followed the route forward.

The display cases in the lobby are still there.

The specimens, artifacts, and photographs were all laid out there quietly.

But she could sense that the placement of these things was not quite the same as in reality.

Some of the display cases were empty.

Some display cases have extra items that shouldn't be there.

For example, a grayish-white hand.

The hand was encased in glass, its five fingers bent, the fingertips touching the glass, as if someone had been trapped inside, and only this hand remained out.

Qin Taotao did not stop.

She doesn't go to see it.

She knew that in paranormal events, curiosity could sometimes be more deadly than fear.

The staircase is just ahead.

Qin Taotao stepped onto the wooden steps.

The first step landed, and the steps creaked slightly.

The second step was that the surrounding light dimmed a bit.

Thirdly, the entrance to the hall behind her seemed much farther away.

Qin Taotao paused for a moment.

The Ghost Domain is already influencing space.

But she didn't turn around.

She continued upstairs.

The second-floor corridor is very long.

He looks somewhat abnormal.

Some ordinary oil paintings are hanging on both sides of the wall.

But nothing in the painting has color.

The mountains are gray.

The water is gray.

Apart from that eerie woman in red, there was only one color.