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

He is dead!

[Hahaha! That's wonderful! It's truly Amaterasu opening her eyes!]

This demon is finally going to die!

He deserves to be trapped and die in this place, torn apart inch by inch by the evil spirits within, never to be reincarnated!

That's right! Kill him!

[Ghost on the fourth floor, come out and kill him!]

Let him taste the despair and suffering that the people of Dongcheng are experiencing! This is retribution! He deserves it!

[It's a bit of a shame I didn't die in the elevator, but dying here is better!]

I want to see him dismembered! To see him wail in agony! To see him regret his actions! Only then can I quell the hatred in my heart!

[Fool! Arrogant fool!]

[You really think you're invincible? This is the lair of dozens of demons! Just wait to be drowned in despair! You pigs of Kyushu, die!]

He's dead! He's absolutely dead! Not even Jesus could save him, I'm telling you!

Vicious curses and venomous words flooded the entire Sakura Kingdom livestream room like a tidal wave.

On the faces of every Sakura Country spectator.

They all wore twisted, gleeful smiles, as if they could already see Yang Jian's miserable end, being devoured by the ghosts.

however.

In the corridor on the fourth floor.

Yang Jian seemed completely unaware that his escape route had been cut off.

He didn't even look back.

His gaze remained calmly fixed on the deep darkness ahead.

In those scarlet ghost eyes, there was no panic, no fear, only a trace of... increasingly intense coldness and... excitement.

It was at this moment that...

An unexpected change occurred!

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

One drop, two drops...

A viscous liquid began to seep down from the ceiling, dripping onto the carpet in front of Yang Jian with a soft sound.

That liquid.

It is black and red.

It exuded a nauseating, extremely strong stench of blood and decay!

is blood!

The entire corridor seemed to come alive!

On the wall.

Dark red streaks of blood began to appear, like countless blood vessels wriggling inside the wall.

The dark red carpet on the ground became even more vibrant, as if fresh blood was gushing out from beneath it, about to completely soak it!

An aura of terror is rising rapidly!

The lines were blurry and indistinct.

A dark shadow, filled with resentment and malice, loomed in and out of sight in the darkness deep within the corridor.

"Eeya..."

A voice, seemingly from a distant era, carrying an indescribable sense of sorrow and eeriness, echoed eerily in the deathly silent corridor.

coming.

The sound was like a rusty door hinge slowly turning.

It also resembled a woman's fingernails forcefully scraping against glass.

Each syllable carries a chilling and venomous coldness that penetrates to the bone, as if trying to pull one's soul out of their body.

It echoed through the corridor.

Circling.

Everywhere.

Accompanying this eerie opera singing was an increasingly strong stench of blood, and...

From the impenetrable darkness deep within the corridor, an indescribable stillness and despair slowly permeated the air.

It was as if at the end of that darkness, there was a connection to the real Netherworld.

Inside the Kyushu live stream room.

The hearts of all the viewers were gripped tightly at this moment!

They held their breath, staring intently at the screen, not daring to even blink.

They know.

Real terror is about to descend!

The ghost on the fourth floor is about to come out!

Meanwhile, in the live stream room of Sakura Country, the morbid revelry also came to an eerie halt at this moment.

On the faces of all the Sakura Kingdom spectators, a twisted smile mixed with anticipation, resentment, and pleasure was on their lips. Their eyes were wide open as they awaited the bloody feast of the Kyushu man being torn apart by the demons.

however.

Under the spotlight.

Yang Jian, standing in that terrifying corridor, maintained a calm and serene expression, as if his face were still still.

He didn't even blink twice.

Those scarlet ghost eyes merely glanced indifferently at the surrounding walls that seemed to be writhing, and the increasingly eerie blood-red carpet on the ground.

then.

He lifted his foot.

Step by step.

He did not back down, nor did he show the slightest sign of panic.

He walked slowly down the corridor, facing the increasingly mournful opera singing and the terrifying aura that was enough to instantly break any normal person's spirit.

His steps were not fast, but unusually steady.

Each step lands.

It felt like stepping on the hearts of everyone watching this scene.

"Thump...thump...thump..."

In the deathly silent corridor, only the sound of his footsteps echoed.

No, that's not right!

There were no footsteps!

The thick carpet, as if soaked in blood, eerily absorbed all sound.

His walking was silent.

This is a silent scene.

It was more suffocating than any other sound!

He was like a ghost walking among humans, a god about to step into the realm of ghosts!

As he went deeper.

The surrounding light grew increasingly dim.

The wall lamps on the wall distorted and struggled with their light, until they were finally swallowed up by the thick darkness.

Darkness surged in from all directions.

It was like a living thing.

We must completely drown him.

But when the darkness approached within half a meter of his body, it seemed to encounter some kind of invisible barrier and could not advance any further.

That was his ghost realm.

piece……

A scarlet world.

Within this area enveloped in red light, he is the sole ruler!

Both sides of the corridor.

Behind those tightly closed wooden doors, something seemed to have been disturbed.

"Squeak..."

"Knock knock knock..."

A faint, chilling noise began to come from behind the door.

A blurry black shadow was pressed against the door, peering through the small peephole at the uninvited guest outside with a gaze filled with greed and malice.

Their numbers are constantly increasing.

One, two, ten...

Dozens of dishes!

The rooms on both sides of the corridor seemed to be filled with some kind of terrifying presence!

They are waiting.

It was roaring, yearning for fresh flesh and blood.

Can……

No one dared to open the door.

They seemed to be afraid of something.

They were terrified of the human walking down the corridor, the one who exuded an aura that made their very souls tremble!

Yang Jian did not stop walking.

Under the watchful eyes of dozens of vengeful ghosts, he strolled leisurely through the corridor, which was tantamount to a dead end for other players.

at last.

He reached the end.

The darkness ahead receded like the tide.

suddenly see the light.

What appeared before him was no longer a narrow corridor, but a... huge and empty space.

It was a theater.

An old, dilapidated theater that seemed to have been abandoned for hundreds of years.

The air was filled with a musty smell, a mixture of rotten wood and dust.

Rows of dark red seats, covered in thick dust, were arranged neatly, stretching into the darkness in the distance as if there were no end in sight.

And at the very front.

It is a huge stage.

On the stage.

Several lanterns, emitting a pale, eerie light, hung from the ceiling.

The lanterns are decorated with eerie Peking Opera masks painted with blood-red cinnabar, their expressions a mixture of laughter and tears.