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

Maple Leaf Country.

Survivor Jack pushed open his door.

His face, contorted with prolonged fear, now carried an almost sacred sense of mission.

He walked into the dark, oppressive corridor.

A strange smell, a mixture of decay and dampness, filled the air, making him wrinkle his nose involuntarily.

The carpet in the hallway was dark red.

It was covered with clear, charred black footprints, each one exuding an ominous aura.

Jack remembers it very clearly.

This is a death zone mentioned in the rules, which must never be crossed.

He held his breath.

My body was as tense as a stone as I carefully placed my feet on the blank areas where there were no footprints.

step.

Another step.

Every step was incredibly difficult, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

in fact.

The simplest way is to stand in the hallway and shout loudly, revealing the secret of the fireplace to everyone at once.

But he dared not.

God knows if making a scene in this godforsaken place might attract something even more terrifying.

He could only use the most primitive methods.

The most inefficient method is to notify them one by one.

He arrived at the door closest to him.

A cold brass sign hung on the door, with a number engraved on it.

"Thump. Thump thump."

He reached out and knocked on the door with a restrained force.

My heart was pounding in my chest.

He could even hear the sound of his own blood flowing.

Several seconds passed.

A wary and trembling voice came from inside the door.

"Who?"

"It's me, Jack, a survivor from Maple Leaf Country."

Jack lowered his voice.

Try to make your tone sound kind and friendly.

"I've brought important intelligence, about the fireplace!"

Silence fell inside the door.

Obviously.

The other party was still hesitant and dared not open the door easily.

Jack was getting anxious.

"Listen! The fireplace in the room is a good thing! Light it, and the flames will reveal if there are any hidden ghosts in the room!"

"This is intelligence that our Maple Leaf Country obtained by using our only hint opportunity! The Kyushu Country's live stream has already confirmed this!"

"Believe me!"

The breathing inside the door became noticeably heavier.

A few seconds later.

"Click".

The door lock turned.

A small crack in the door was opened, and a pair of bloodshot eyes stared intently at Jack through the crack.

"Is what you're saying... true?"

"Absolutely true!"

Jack nodded emphatically.

"The more fuel you have, the stronger the flame, and the better the effect! Go try it! And then tell other people!"

Done.

Jack didn't linger and turned to walk into the next room.

He could sense it.

After a brief moment of shock, the person behind the door immediately sprang into action.

He succeeded.

He is saving others.

An unprecedented sense of accomplishment and pride filled his heart, allowing him to temporarily forget his fear.

The second door.

The third door.

With Jack's actions, and the efforts of other survivors from other countries who also received intelligence and chose to step forward and share the information.

The secret of the fireplace.

Like a spark that ignites a prairie fire, it quickly spread among all the survivors on the first floor of the hotel.

In a short time.

The corridor echoed with suppressed knocking and conversations.

The atmosphere of panic seemed to have lessened considerably.

hope.

It is reigniting in the hearts of every survivor.

however.

Jack and all the other messengers who delivered the message overlooked a fatal detail.

After Jack left his room.

In the fireplace, which he had stuffed with books and cushions, the pale blue flames, after burning at their most intense peak, began to gradually weaken as the fuel ran out.

The light in the room gradually dimmed.

finally.

The last spark.

It swayed in the air for a moment, then went out completely.

The entire room.

Engulfed by darkness once more...

however,

The extinguishing of the flames in the fireplace does not signify the end of everything, but rather the beginning of a deadly demise...

……

Having completed his mission, Jack let out a long sigh of relief.

He met several other players who were also out delivering messages in the corridor, and they exchanged encouraging glances.

"Well done, guys!"

"We did it!"

"Now, everyone is safe!"

Suppressing their excitement, they prepared to return to their respective rooms.

Jack dragged his tired but excited body to his door.

He had even begun to imagine it.

What kind of heroic welcome will I receive when I return to the real world?

however.

Just as his hand was about to touch the doorknob.

misfortune.

happened.

"call!"

A cluster of eerie blue flames suddenly burst forth from beneath his feet without warning!

The flames were so eerie.

It appeared out of thin air.

There was nothing flammable, yet it burned wildly and spread across his trouser leg!

"ah--!"

Jack let out a heart-wrenching scream!

He looked down.

His pupils instantly contracted to their maximum size!

flame!

It's that kind of pale blue flame from a fireplace!

It is frantically climbing upwards from its own feet, up its body!

An intense, unimaginable burning pain instantly swept over his entire body!

"Help! Help me!"

He screamed in terror and frantically patted the flames off his body.

But the flames clung to it like maggots.

No matter how much he patted it, he couldn't put it out; instead, it burned even brighter!

The other players who had just been encouraging him were all stunned.

They stared in horror at Jack, who was rolling on the ground and howling in pain, their faces draining of all color from their eyes.

"What happened?"

"How...how did he suddenly catch fire?"

"Quick! Save him!"

Some people instinctively wanted to step forward and help.

But when he saw the eerie blue flames on Jack's body, he abruptly pulled his outstretched foot back.

This fire...

Something is wrong!

Something's really wrong!

This is no ordinary flame!

That's a will-o'-the-wisp!

It's a curse from a vengeful ghost!

Who would dare to touch it?

Anyone who touches it will die!

fear.

It instantly crushed the hope and courage that had just risen.

Everyone was so frightened by this sudden and incomprehensible horrific sight that they retreated one after another, their faces filled with horror and bewilderment.

Why?

Why is this happening?

Jack is clearly a hero!

He saved everyone!

Why... was it attacked?

He didn't break any rules, didn't step on the black footprints on the ground, and didn't make any noise!

Where did this attack come from?