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

Some people lose their reason in the face of excruciating pain and panic.

They ran frantically down the corridor, only to step on a charred footprint on the carpet.

next second.

A cold, sharp blade flashed past.

Their bodies were instantly cleaved in two, and they lost all life before they could even scream.

Blood stained the carpet.

But some people...

In endless agony, he was slowly devoured bit by bit by that eerie blue flame, burned into a charred humanoid charcoal.

in the air.

A nauseating, burnt smell filled the air.

This is only the first day of entering this instance.

It hadn't even been twelve hours.

Survivors from hundreds of countries around the world have suffered more than half of their casualties in this sudden disaster!

The entire first floor of the eerie hotel.

Corpses are everywhere.

It was like a hellish realm.

however.

That's not even the scariest part.

Even more terrifying is...

Those players who died, minutes after they had completely lost all signs of life.

Their bodies.

Strange changes began to occur.

The remains, cleaved in two by the cleaver, began to wriggle and merge.

The black substance on the surface of the charred corpses began to peel off, revealing the intact skin underneath.

them……

One by one, they stood up from the ground again!

Their eyes were vacant, their expressions were numb, and their movements were stiff.

Just like the players who were resurrected before!

They have all been corrupted by the aura of ghosts, becoming new, wandering "ghosts" in this hotel!

Seeing this scene before my eyes.

In the real world, it was terrifying; they had clearly seen the consequences of being contaminated by ghostly energy!

If their players are truly corrupted to the extreme, then they will bring unrestrained vengeful spirits down into the real world!

At this time, Sakura Country is a living example!

The surviving player, hiding in his room, saw this chilling scene outside through the peephole in the door.

Their hearts were almost stopping.

It’s over.

It's completely over.

just now.

The ghosts wandering outside are no longer those dressed in waiter uniforms.

Instead, they were their former comrades!

They are survivors from various countries, just like them!

They simply cannot judge.

When you open the door again, will the person standing outside be a human or a resurrected ghost?

Those "ghosts".

Do they still retain any memories from their previous life?

them……

Would they take the initiative to knock on my door?

Using a familiar voice, posing as a companion, to trick oneself into opening the door?

A chain of suspicion.

It was formed at that moment.

The difficulty of survival.

It was instantly elevated to an unprecedented, hellish level!

Just when all the survivors were plunged into deep despair and panic.

A completely new idea.

Like a glimmer of light in the darkness, it spontaneously arose in everyone's mind.

Go to the second floor!

We have to go to the second floor!

Based on previous observations, the resurrected "ghosts" seem to be able to only move around within the area on the first floor.

They can't get to the second floor!

As long as you can successfully reach the second floor with your room number, you can temporarily get rid of these contaminated "companions"!

In a relatively safe environment, one can then distinguish between human and ghost!

The second floor.

They became the only hope for all the survivors!

"Damn it! I'll risk it!"

A burly man from Turkey, peering through the peephole at the survivor who had greeted him before, kept pacing back and forth. Finally, he could no longer bear it.

He twisted off the brass nameplate on his room and clutched it tightly in his hand.

A cold, metallic texture.

This helped to steady his trembling hands, which were shaking with fear.

He took a deep breath and flung open the door!

"roar!"

Almost the instant he opened the door, the "ghost" wandering in the doorway suddenly turned its empty eyes toward him.

They did nothing.

She just stared at him blankly, as if she hadn't yet adapted to her current identity.

That's true...

Those killed by vengeful ghosts will not be transformed into ghost slaves in the hotel.

He will still retain human consciousness and be resurrected in his room, and human consciousness will still be the dominant force.

Unfortunately, this information was unknown to the players.

"Get out of here!"

The burly man roared and, with all his might, kicked the sluggish body to the ground!

He dared not linger for even a moment.

He turned around and rushed frantically toward the stairwell at the end of the corridor!

step.

Two steps.

He could hear his own heart pounding!

He didn't even dare to look back to see if the "ghost" he had kicked down had gotten back up!

close!

Closer!

The staircase is right in front of us!

A look of wild joy at surviving a disaster appeared on the burly man's face!

As long as we can get up there!

Once we get to the second floor, we'll be safe!

In one swift step, he stepped onto the stairs leading to the second floor!

however.

next second.

"Bang!"

A dull thud was heard.

The body of a strong man.

It was like hitting an invisible wall.

He was jolted back by a tremendous force and fell to the ground in a disheveled state.

"What is it?"

He ignored the pain in his body.

He scrambled to his feet in horror and reached out toward the stairwell in front of him.

It came from my fingertips.

It has a cold and hard feel.

There……

There is an invisible barrier!

All pedestrian walkways leading to the second floor have been completely blocked!