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

The moment the countdown reached zero, the deathly stillness of frozen time and space receded like the tide.

Alive.

The whole world came alive.

Su Qiaoqiao could clearly feel that the surrounding air was becoming damp and cold at an alarming rate.

It was as if the entire classroom had been instantly dragged into a bottomless ice cellar.

A putrid stench, mixed with the smell of rust, wafted in from outside the door.

Tap...tap...tap...

A series of stiff, slow footsteps echoed in the deathly silent corridor, approaching from afar.

Each step felt like a blow to Su Qiaoqiao's heart.

She looked up abruptly, her pupils contracting sharply!

All that could be seen outside the classroom door was...

The once brightly lit corridor was being rapidly swallowed up by an indescribable darkness.

That's not darkness caused by light being blocked.

Instead, it was a terrifying, textured blackness, like thick ink writhing and spreading!

On that dividing line between light and darkness, a hunched figure is walking step by step.

It was an old man.

His body was twisted at an angle that defied physiological structure.

His skin resembled dehydrated orange peel, covered with layers of lividity and wrinkles.

In a pair of cloudy, white eyeballs.

There was no trace of the vitality of a living person, only deathly silence and resentment.

With each step he took, his bones creaked and cracked, as if they were about to fall apart at any moment.

A vengeful ghost!

This is the ghost in this dungeon!

Su Qiaoqiao's mind went blank with a "buzz," and all the blood in her body seemed to freeze at that moment.

She wanted to scream.

But he found that his throat was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and he couldn't make a sound.

My legs felt like they were filled with lead; I couldn't even take half a step back.

Extreme fear robbed her of control over her body.

at the same time.

In the live broadcast room of the Great Xia National Fortune, hundreds of millions of viewers witnessed this terrifying scene through Su Qiaoqiao's perspective!

The chat room was filled with comments.

After a moment of silence, it was instantly overwhelmed by a tsunami of despair!

[Holy crap! What the hell is this?! Just looking at it makes me feel like I'm going to suffocate!]

[This sense of oppression... is ten times more terrifying than the "Slit-Mouthed Woman" in that S-rank dungeon I encountered in Japan! Is this really a beginner dungeon?!]

[It's over... completely over... This ghost feels like something players simply can't handle! Its killing rules are probably impossible to solve!]

Su Qiaoqiao was terrified. Where was that ordinary man named Yang Jian? He'd probably wet his pants by now.

[Heavens are destroying my Great Xia! Why! Why did my last chance have to be matched with this hellishly difficult new dungeon! Why!]

Stop struggling, just destroy it, hurry up, I'm tired.

Pessimism, despair, anger, resentment...

Negative emotions spread wildly in every corner of the live stream.

Everyone can see it.

The level of terror of this ghost has exceeded their comprehension.

In their eyes, Su Qiaoqiao and that ordinary man named Yang Jian were doomed to die!

In the classroom.

Su Qiaoqiao watched helplessly as the vengeful ghost drew closer and closer, and the terrifying dark area also approached, about to engulf the entire classroom.

Only one thought remained in her mind.

I'm going to die...

In the end, I will still die here...

However, just as she was sinking into the abyss of despair, a calm, even somewhat indifferent voice rang out beside her.

I said,

Su Qiaoqiao stiffly turned her eyes to look at Yang Jian beside her.

He remained unchanged, his face expressionless, his deep eyes calmly watching the approaching terror outside the door, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant.

He parted his thin lips slightly and uttered the second half of his sentence.

"The vengeful spirit has retreated."

The moment the words fell.

Om-!

An indescribable, supreme, and invisible force suddenly spread out from Yang Jian as the center!

That surge came in.

It was a thick darkness that seemed to be swallowing up the entire world.

The moment I came into contact with this power.

It was like ice and snow encountering the blazing sun, making a "sizzling" sound, and then rushing back at ten times the speed it had come from!

The creature outside the door was terrifying.

The hunched, malevolent ghost, radiating endless resentment, suddenly stiffened.

For the first time, its cloudy white eyes flickered with emotion, as if in disbelief.

next second.

Under the astonished gaze of Su Qiaoqiao and hundreds of millions of viewers worldwide.

The figure of that vengeful ghost, along with the darkness, vanished without warning, cleanly and without any trace, like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser!

The corridor has been restored to its original state.

It was as if the terrifying scene just now was just an illusion.

"..."

Su Qiaoqiao was stunned.

She stood there, dumbfounded, her mouth agape, her mind completely blank.

What happened...?

The vengeful ghost... just like that... gone?

……

In the real world, the Great Xia Dynasty's national fortune is being broadcast live.

The overwhelming barrage of despairing comments abruptly ended the moment the vengeful ghost disappeared.

The entire live stream room fell into a deathly silence that lasted for ten seconds.

Ten seconds later.

boom!!!

It was unprecedented, it was absolutely electrifying!

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! What did I just see?!]

[It retreated? That ghost... just like that?! Yang Jian said one sentence, and it retreated?!]

[Words become law! This is fucking words becoming law! Has our Great Xia summoned a god?!]

[Yang Jian? Yang Jian! I understand! I understand everything! This is definitely Erlang Shen! No wonder he's so calm!]

[Awesome! Awesome! Awesome! Great Xia is saved! Our Great Xia is saved!]

ecstasy!

An overwhelming sense of ecstasy instantly overwhelmed everyone's reason!

The dramatic contrast between hell and heaven moved countless viewers to tears, and they embraced and wept!

They could almost see Yang Jian unleashing his power, sweeping through the dungeon, and bringing a glimmer of hope to the Great Xia!

However, amidst this sea of ​​revelry, some rational voices, tinged with skepticism, began to quietly emerge.

[Everyone, please calm down! Things might not be that simple!]

A bold comment from an officially invited "expert in the study of the bizarre" was pinned to the top of the screen.

Based on our analysis of hundreds of bizarre instances, "ghosts cannot be killed"—this is an ironclad rule! Yang Jian's actions just now were more like a form of dispelling than eliminating.

[Furthermore, everyone, don't forget that Yang Jian's records show he's just an ordinary person! How could an ordinary person possess such divine power as 'words becoming law'?]

Therefore, I have the boldest, and most reasonable, guess—it's just a coincidence!

Yang Jian's words, by chance, did not violate the vengeful spirit's rules of killing, and may even have unintentionally fulfilled a condition that temporarily made it retreat!

The moment this viewpoint was expressed, the frenzied atmosphere in the live stream momentarily froze.