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

The woman in the red cheongsam stood quietly.

Her face was still blurry.

But in Qin Taotao's eyes, the face wasn't completely obscured; rather, it was as if it were shrouded in a gray mist.

The more you try to see things clearly, the easier it is to get drawn in.

Li Yao once said that as long as you see it, you may become a medium for being recorded by the ghost painting.

But Qin Taotao didn't come here to avoid it in the first place.

She wants to enter the ghost painting.

We need to confirm the situation inside.

We need to find ways to limit it.

Qin Taotao slowly walked into the exhibition hall.

She stood not far from the ghost painting, her gaze fixed on it.

I didn't watch it for too long.

It wasn't completely removed either.

Following the method Li Yao had told her, she began to sketch the image of the woman in the painting in her mind.

Red cheongsam.

Stiff standing posture.

Blurry face.

Pale white hands.

One stroke at a time.

Inch by inch.

As soon as this thought crossed my mind, the temperature in the exhibition hall suddenly dropped.

The painting on the wall looked as if it had been soaked in water, and the image began to distort slightly.

The woman in red in the painting moved.

She first raised her head.

Then, a hand reached out from the canvas.

That hand was very white.

So white-skinned it was unrecognizable.

Her fingers were slender, yet terribly stiff.

Next, the arms.

Shoulder.

body.

The canvas is like a thin layer of water.

The woman in red squeezed out little by little from inside.

No sound.

There was no struggle.

She walked out of the ghost painting just like that.

Qin Taotao's expression remained unchanged.

She did not back down.

The woman in red stood in front of her, only a few steps away.

The blurry face was slightly turned towards Qin Taotao.

next moment.

An eerie, chilling aura swept over us.

Qin Taotao felt her body becoming lighter.

It's not an out-of-body experience.

Rather, it is she herself who is being erased from reality by some force and then moved into the painting.

If it were an ordinary demon tamer, they might have already lost the ability to resist at this moment.

But Qin Taotao is not.

The ghost driver inside her stirred at that moment.

That was a very special kind of supernatural phenomenon.

It's like a ghost sitting in the driver's seat, taking over people's actions.

Qin Taotao's gaze grew even colder.

She raised her hand.

No, to be precise, it was the ghost inside her that raised its hand.

A piercing braking sound filled the air.

But there are no cars here.

There were no tire marks on the ground.

Only that supernatural force, like an invisible vehicle, suddenly rushed out from behind Qin Taotao.

boom!

The woman in red was hit.

Her stiff figure suddenly leaned back.

The body, which had originally broken free from the painting, appeared to have been forcibly crushed, resulting in a bizarre fold.

She did not bleed.

There were no screams.

Only his figure became blurry.

Qin Taotao did not give her another chance to get close.

The Ghost Driver's power was activated for the second time.

The invisible wheels seemed to run over the female ghost.

The red cheongsam twisted beyond recognition at that moment, and the female ghost's body was forcefully shoved back in front of the painting.

Then, an even stronger supernatural force pressed down.

The female ghost disappeared.

Or rather, her problem has been temporarily resolved.

Qin Taotao knew that this was not a real killing.

The demon cannot be killed.

Moreover, Li Yao had already reminded her that the female ghost in the ghost painting was not the only one.

As long as someone continues to fantasize, the female ghost will reappear.

This is just an entry point.

One way to trigger the ghost drawing.

really.

The moment the woman in red disappeared, the entire exhibition hall began to change drastically.

The walls became blurry.

The floor turned grayish-white.

The glass display case looked as if its color had been wiped away by an unseen hand.

Qin Taotao looked down at her hands.

A faint layer of gray appeared on the edges of her fingers.

Ghostly drawing was pulling her inside.

Qin Taotao did not resist.

She merely invoked the rules of the Ghost Post Office, leaving a very deep mark on herself.

The mark didn't look like a symbol.

It's more like a letter that hasn't been sent yet.

The envelope had her name on it, a reminder that she still belonged to reality.

next second.

The exhibition hall has disappeared.

The museum has disappeared.

Darkness and grayness surged in simultaneously.

Qin Taotao felt as if she had been stuffed into a painting.

There are no up, down, left, or right sides.

Only countless cold papers brushed past me.