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

Qin Taotao's expression was not good.

She is not someone who likes to make decisions for others.

This kind of decision is especially important, as it involves life and death.

She's willing to take risks.

Because she has her own purposes.

She also knew that if the Ghost Painting continued to expand, the area outside of Jia City would be swallowed up.

But Li Yao is different.

Li Yao has already escaped from the museum.

She could have chosen not to come back.

Qin Taotao remained silent for a long time.

The gray sky remained unchanged, yet she could sense that the ghostly image was still spreading.

The boundaries of this world are extending outwards.

What was once a blur at the end of the street is now gradually taking on a new outline.

That's not a building inside Calgary.

It's more like a temporary camp outside the city, and the ghost paintings are drawing things from outside into the city.

Can't delay any longer.

Qin Taotao raised her head again, her eyes regaining their calm.

Whether you come in or not is your choice.

The words fell.

She activated the abilities of the Ghost Post Office Administrator.

A chilling aura emanated from behind her.

The shadow of that old post office reappeared.

This time, however, it wasn't to clash with the ghost painting, but to sever Qin Taotao's connection with the world within the painting.

She had already left a mark on herself using the post office rules when she entered the Ghost Painting.

The mark resembled an unsent letter, with her name written on the envelope.

It also suggests that she still belongs to reality.

At this moment, the letter was forcibly retrieved by the shady post office.

Qin Taotao's body suddenly stiffened.

She felt as if she were being gripped by a cold hand and pulled out of the painting.

The gray and white figures around them all took a step forward at the same time.

They seemed to sense that she was about to leave.

But it was too late.

The light in Qin Taotao's eyes began to fade.

She stood there, her body gradually fading away.

The skin turned grayish-white.

The clothes also lost their color.

Finally, she was reduced to a silhouette painted on the street.

The silhouette stood there, indistinguishable from the figures around it.

Available in the next second.

Outside a museum in the real world.

Qin Taotao's figure appeared out of thin air. She staggered and reached out to support herself on the cold stone pillar beside her.

Night still enveloped Calgary.

There was no wind at the museum entrance.

There were still no footprints in the dust on the steps.

But Qin Taotao knew that some time had already passed.

She looked down at her hands; there was a faint gray tinge around her fingers.

These are traces left by ghost drawings.

Even if she used the rules of the Ghost Post Office to get out, she couldn't completely erase this record.

Qin Taotao did not linger.

She took out her communication device and contacted Li Yao directly.

The signal is very poor.

The screen flickered several times before the call finally connected.

Qin Taotao recounted her discoveries in the world of the painting.

The ghost painting hasn't completely closed yet.

The supernatural impact of an S-class vengeful ghost can tear open a gap.

These gaps may be the key to solving the ghost drawing incident.

But relying on her alone is not enough.

She needs Li Yao's strength.

After she finished speaking, Qin Taotao did not urge her. She simply stood outside the museum, looking at the dark street.

There was a long silence on the other end of the communication device, so long that Qin Taotao thought the signal had been lost again.

A moment later, Li Yao's voice came through.

"I'll go."

Only two words.

It was very light, but without hesitation.

Qin Taotao closed her eyes. She didn't say thank you; there was no point in saying it at a time like this.

She simply said:

"The ghost painting is more dangerous than before; you might not be able to get out."

Li Yao's voice rang out again.

"I know."

Qin Taotao said, "If you fail, you will be trapped inside the painting."

Li Yao said, "If we don't go in, the people outside will die anyway."

The communication fell silent again.

Qin Taotao looked into the distance.

A grayish-white hue is slowly seeping out of the museum, covering the streets like fog.

She whispered, "Come on, I'll wait for you."

The communication was disconnected.

Qin Taotao stood still, waiting for Li Yao.

Not long after, a car drove up from a distance, its headlights dimming in the gray air.

Li Yao got out of the car, her face still a little pale.

Escaping from the museum was not an easy task for her.

But she still came.

She glanced at Qin Taotao, then looked at the open doors of the museum.

Are you sure this method will work?

Qin Taotao said, "I'm not sure."

Li Yao was slightly taken aback.

Qin Taotao continued, "But this is currently the only useful direction."

Li Yao didn't ask any more questions; she hadn't come here to hear any guarantees.

In paranormal events, no one can guarantee absolute safety, especially with things like ghost paintings.

Qin Taotao briefly explained the situation.

She neither concealed the risks nor exaggerated the possibility of success.

After listening, Li Yao simply nodded.

"Go in."

The two of them wasted no more time.

They walked into the museum together. The hall was still deathly silent, and the items in the display cases seemed to have been moved.

Qin Taotao remembered that the grayish-white hand had been locked inside a glass case.

But this time, the hand was gone.

Only a layer of dust remained inside the glass cover.

Li Yao's gaze swept across the area, but she didn't stop walking.

She knew she couldn't look at anything indiscriminately, so the two went up the stairs to the second floor.

The wooden steps made a slight sound.

The corridor was still very long.

The gray and white oil paintings on both sides of the wall hung quietly.

In one of the paintings, the little boy is still standing by the roadside.

As Qin Taotao and Li Yao walked by, he turned his head again. This time, he looked not at Qin Taotao, but at Li Yao.

Li Yao remained expressionless.

A slight stirring within her senses caused the little boy in the painting to freeze instantly.

It was as if they were frozen in time by some force.

The two arrived at the entrance of the exhibition hall.

The painting still hangs in the center of the wall, with the woman in red standing there quietly.

Her face was still blurry.

This time, however, the red in the painting is deeper than before.

It's as if it has absorbed the colors of more living people.

Qin Taotao looked at the painting and said softly, "Don't keep thinking about her."

Li Yao said, "I know."

The two of them took a step forward at the same time.

They did not look away.

Because this time, they were going to be dragged into the ghost painting.

As the two people gazed at them, the temperature in the exhibition hall suddenly dropped.

The walls began to seep out a grayish-white color, and the floor looked as if it were covered with a layer of old paper.

The woman in red in the painting has moved.

She looked up.

The blurry face was aimed at the two of them.

Qin Taotao felt that familiar pulling sensation return.

Li Yao's body swayed slightly.

The ghost inside her seemed to be about to react instinctively, but she forcibly suppressed it.

Now is not the time for an outbreak.

The next moment, the exhibition hall disappeared.

The museum disappeared.

Darkness and grayness surged in again.

Qin Taotao and Li Yao were both stuffed into the painting.

When they opened their eyes again, they were already standing on that gray street.

Compared to before Qin Taotao left, this place has changed again.

The streets are wider.

More buildings.

In the distance, it's no longer just the high-rise buildings inside Calgary.

Further away, tents, temporary fences, and some parked vehicles appeared.

That was a temporary camp outside the city of Gaza.

The ghost paintings have spread there.