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

"Sizzle—"

The moment the two ghostly realms collided, a piercing sound exploded.

The eerie ghost realm of the elevator ghost.

In the face of Yang Jian's red light, it was like encountering ice and snow under the blazing sun.

It couldn't even last a second before it was instantly overwhelmed, evaporated, and burned away!

The deadly rule that was acting on Yang Jian was abruptly stopped in this crimson ghost domain!

"Is that all you've got?"

Yang Jian's voice was cold and hoarse, devoid of any emotion.

He kept his head up.

The scarlet ghost eye stared coldly at the enormous, blood-red single eye on the ceiling.

"You dare to play games with the rules in front of me?"

The giant single eye on the ceiling, its savagery and cruelty vanished in that instant.

Instead.

It was an unprecedented... terror!

It sensed it!

Within the human body before us lies an existence a thousand times, ten thousand times more terrifying than itself!

That's a suppression that originates from the very source of life!

It's a low-level supernatural phenomenon.

An uncontrollable tremor when facing a higher being!

run!

We must run immediately!

The pupil of the giant, one-eyed creature contracted violently.

Its entire eyeball began to appear unreal, as if it wanted to disappear from this space and escape from this terrifying human that made its soul tremble.

Did I let you leave?

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth.

"Now that you're here, don't leave."

The moment the words fell.

His ungloved left hand suddenly rose up!

That hand.

The skin was an eerie bluish-black, shriveled, and withered, devoid of any sign of life.

The fingernails of the five fingers.

It was pitch black, gleaming with a chilling light that sent shivers down one's spine.

Ghost hands!

laugh!

Without the slightest hesitation.

Yang Jian's Ghost Hand.

Like the sharpest knife, it thrusts upwards in an instant!

His arm turned into black mist.

It stretched out eerily, completely ignoring the distance in space, and plunged fiercely into the huge, blood-red eye on the ceiling!

"Awooo—!!!"

A shrill scream, unlike any human voice, filled with endless pain and fear, did not travel through the air, but exploded directly in the depths of everyone's minds!

Kyushu Live Room.

Sakura Country Live Stream Room.

All the viewers watching this scene were struck dumb at the same time!

They suddenly clutched their heads and let out painful screams.

It felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been plunged into my brain!

Countless people bled from all seven orifices on the spot.

He fainted!

And in the picture.

Yang Jian's movements did not falter at all.

His ghostly hands.

Stir it up violently inside that enormous eyeball!

then.

Suddenly pull it downwards!

"Get—out—of—me!"

Accompanied by his icy voice.

One...

No, a twisted, struggling monster made up of countless shadowy figures resembling a human face was forcibly pulled out alive from that giant eyeball!

That.

That's the true form of the elevator ghost!

It struggled and roared frantically, trying to break free from the grip of the ghostly hand.

however.

All in vain.

Yang Jian's scarlet ghost eyes coldly stared at the constantly twisting black shadow in his hand.

then.

He opened his mouth.

He slowly put the still wailing dark figure into his mouth.

"Crunch... crunch..."

The sickening sound of chewing echoed clearly in the deathly silent elevator.

A moment later.

The sound stopped.

Yang Jian slowly closed his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly as if he were savoring something.

In his mind.

The cold, impersonal system notification arrived as expected.

[Template: Yang Jian (Yang Jian)]

Integration progress: 15%

[Has already mastered the vengeful spirit:]

[Deceptive tactic: Integration progress 50%]

[Strange Eye: 10%]

[Strange Blood: 10%]

[Stealth Hand: 10%]

[Ghostly Shadow: 2%]

【…】

As the system notification tone faded.

Yang Jian could sense it.

A new power belonging to "Yang Jian" merged into his body.

The shadow beneath his feet seemed to become deeper, more...vivid, at that moment.

At this time.

Inside the elevator.

All the strangeness has vanished.

The ceiling was restored to its original state.

The violent shaking stopped, and the ear-piercing friction sound disappeared.

Only that old lamp remained, still flickering tirelessly.

"bite--"

A crisp notification sound rang out.

Elevator door,

It slowly opens to both sides.

Outside.

It was a long corridor covered with a dark red carpet.

Both sides of the corridor.

They were rows of tightly closed doors.

A few dim wall lamps hung on the wall, emitting a faint glow that made the entire corridor deathly silent.

This is the fourth floor.

And at the end of that corridor.

Fourth floor.

The moment the elevator doors slowly opened.

A chilling and deathly stillness, ten times stronger than that inside the elevator, rushed towards us like a flood bursting its banks!

Outside.

It was a corridor that seemed to stretch on forever.

The floor of the corridor.

A thick, dark red carpet was laid out.

That color.

It was so deep and dark that it seemed to have been soaked in blood that had been congealed for countless years, and when you stepped on it, not a sound was made.

On both sides are rows of simple, tightly closed wooden doors.

There was no house number on the door, only the mottled marks of time.

On the wall.

The dim yellow wall lamps emitted a faint light, but the light seemed to be swallowed up by the darkness of the corridor, only illuminating an area of ​​less than a meter around.

Further away, there was an unyielding, thick ink-like color.

Dead silence.

Here, it's so quiet you can even hear your own heartbeat.

No, I couldn't even hear a heartbeat.

It was as if this space could devour all sound and all life.

Facing the corridor that resembled a gaping abyss, Yang Jian's usually placid face remained expressionless.

He simply took a step forward calmly.

The instant his feet completely touched the dark red carpet.

"Boom!"

The elevator behind him.

The two metal doors that had just been opened slammed shut with an illogical speed!

Followed by.

Under the horrified gaze of all the spectators.

The old elevator that carried Yang Jian up seemed to have never existed; it simply vanished into thin air!

The wall behind him was completely intact.

It was no different from the walls elsewhere.

All possible escape routes.

It was completely severed at this moment!

Here.

It became a... dead zone!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"It's gone! The elevator has disappeared!"

"He's trapped inside and died!"

"He'll never get out again!"

After a brief silence.

The live stream room in Sakura Country erupted in cheers and roars that were more frenzied and hysterical than ever before!

They witnessed firsthand the terrifying scene of Yang Jiansheng swallowing the elevator ghost.

The shock and fear of that moment almost suffocated them.

But now.

That fear had completely transformed into the most vicious ecstasy!

So what if they're strong?

So what if you can swallow a vengeful ghost whole?

Stepping onto the fourth floor is like stepping into the gates of hell!

A dead end with no way out!

The scene of those players being wiped out in an instant is still vivid in my mind!

There are dozens of ghosts lurking there!

Dozens of evil spirits from the opera troupe!

No matter how strong Yang Jian is, he is still just one person!