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

After Yang Jian said that he needed their help to do something.

The entire stage and even the entire fourth floor fell into an eerie silence.

The ghosts of the opera troupe.

These beings, representing the ultimate terror, did not answer immediately.

They are thinking.

Or.

It's a matter of weighing options.

On the surface, this deal seems to be entirely beneficial to them.

Yang Jian went to deal with the guard, "him".

Successful.

They gained their freedom.

Failed.

After Yang Jian died, they remained imprisoned, just as they were now.

As for helping Yang Jian after the matter is accomplished?

A promise?

To a ghost, a promise is the most ridiculous and worthless thing in the world.

They are ghosts.

It is the embodiment of terror, a synonym for despair.

They don't need to follow any rules, much less any agreements with a human.

Once they are free, they will leave this damn hotel.

The sky is high and the sea is wide.

The world is so big, can a human find them in the vast sea of ​​people, or rather, the vast sea of ​​ghosts?

impossible.

That's absolutely impossible.

and so.

This agreement was unequal from the start.

They are guaranteed to make a profit.

at this point.

All the ghosts in the opera troupe knew the truth.

They believe.

The human in front of me named Yang Jian must also know this.

But why did he still do it?

On what basis does he think so?

Would I keep a verbal promise that has no binding force?

Is it...

What other bargaining chips does he hold in his hands that they don't know about, enough to force them to keep their promises?

This moment.

On the stage, those terrifying figures and those ghostly eyes all focused on Yang Jian once again.

Their gaze passed over Yang Jian's dark, deep-set eyes.

finally.

It landed right in the center of his forehead, on that slowly opening and closing vertical ghost eye!

This is it.

It's this eye.

This gave this human the terrifying ability to overlap ghost realms.

It's this eye.

This allowed him to compress a terrifying black dot that even they found deadly.

What secrets are hidden in this eye?

This.

Perhaps that's the source of his confidence in negotiating with a group of vengeful ghosts.

The atmosphere became heavy and oppressive once again.

The air seemed to have turned into solidified mercury, so heavy that it was impossible to breathe.

for a long time.

The eerie harmony, composed of countless overlapping sounds, finally rang out once more.

This time.

His voice carried a complex emotion that was difficult to describe.

"We...agree."

boom!

The moment those three words were uttered, it was as if an invisible thunderclap exploded in the minds of billions of viewers around the world!

they……

They actually agreed!

They agreed to this insane plan, led by a human, to unite the prisoners and overthrow the warden!

This world has gone completely mad!

On the stage.

After the group of ghost actors from the opera troupe uttered the word "agree," the atmosphere on the entire stage suddenly changed.

The tense standoff from before has disappeared.

Instead.

It's a chilling...harmony?

Beneath their eerie masks, their mouths slowly began to crack open, revealing stiff and distorted smiles.

That smile.

Their ferocious expressions were even more chilling than any of their previous ones.

next moment.

Before anyone could react...

call out!call out!call out!

Countless translucent, spiderweb-like white threads fell down from the dome of the stage without warning!

These white lines precisely wrapped around the necks of the players in the theater, who were still being controlled by the vengeful spirit.

then……

Tighten suddenly!

Click!

Click!

Click!

A series of crisp cracking sounds rang out.

Before the players could even struggle, their heads snapped to one side, the last vestiges of consciousness within them extinguished.

They finally faced true death.

After doing all this.

The eerie harmony, with a hint of pleasure in its tone, echoed through the empty theater.

"The game has begun."

"It seems we are far ahead."

In this way, they announced the end of the old bet and the beginning of a new "game".

Looking at this scene.

Yang Jian smiled as well.

His smile was calm and profound, as if he had everything under control.

He didn't look at the "clutter" that had been cleared away.

Instead, they turned their gaze to the dark, deep corridor outside the theater, leading downstairs.

"very good."

"However, you should understand that only after you leave the fourth floor will that thing truly attack you."

"so……"

Yang Jian's tone left no room for doubt, as if he were issuing a command.

"Come downstairs with me."

The words fell.

Yang Jian's ghost eye on his forehead suddenly widened!

hum-

A darkness, deeper and purer than before, surged forth from him and instantly engulfed the entire fourth floor!

Footage from the global live stream.

At this moment, we were once again shrouded in endless darkness.

The signal was interrupted?

But everyone knows it.

That's not a loss of contact.

Instead, Yang Jian's ghost domain unfolded once again, and this time, it enveloped the terrifying opera troupe of ghosts!

What is he going to do?

Is he really going to lead a group of ultimate terrors to hunt down an even more unknown and terrifying being?

The hearts of all the viewers were in their throats.

……

in the dark.

For the first time, the ghost troupe members personally experienced Yang Jian's ghost realm.

In this space.

There was no light, no sound, no direction, and even the passage of time became blurred.

some.

It was nothing but pure, chilling silence and darkness.

What surprised them even more was...

Within this ghostly realm, they sensed that their connection to the hotel had been weakened.

The constant sense of surveillance from "him" also became blurred.

This human ghost realm... is very special.

While they were secretly assessing Yang Jian's strength.

The darkness before my eyes receded like the tide.

The light reappeared.

But the surrounding environment is no longer that old theater.

Instead, it was a hotel corridor covered with a dark red carpet and decorated with eerie oil paintings on the walls.

They arrived at the third floor.

……

Third floor of the hotel.

Here.

It was also permeated with a strong, eerie aura belonging to other vengeful spirits.

It is cold and damp.

It carried a faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood.

From the depths of the corridor, whispers seemed to drift in, and a blurry shadow seemed to flash past the corner of the wall.

however.

The moment Yang Jian and that large group of ghostly opera troupe members of various shapes and sizes descended upon the third-floor corridor like an army from hell.

The entire third floor.

All the eerie atmosphere and all the supernatural phenomena vanished in an instant.

The vengeful spirits that were originally active in their respective areas were like startled rabbits.

They subconsciously concealed all their presence, desperately suppressing their killing instincts, hiding in dark corners, trembling with fear.

They are afraid!

They don't understand.

Why?

Why did those lunatics and imprisoned monsters on the fourth floor suddenly appear on the third floor?!

Is it...

Are they about to start another "jailbreak"?

every time.

Every time this group of madmen tried to break free of their cages, it would provoke the guard's suppression.

The aftershocks of that level of confrontation were enough to obliterate these low-level ghosts.

Just as the vengeful ghosts on the third floor were gripped by panic and confusion.

Sudden.

A scorching heat, completely unlike anything supernatural and carrying a destructive aura, slowly emanated from the direction of the stairwell.

That's not the temperature of a flame.

Rather, it is a kind of...

It was a terrifying heat that seemed to ignite the soul and burn away all rules!

coming!

That thing... has been alerted!

The instant I sensed that aura.

The entire hotel.

From the first floor to the third floor, all the vengeful ghosts concealed their auras to the extreme.

They seemed to have turned into ordinary, lifeless objects, not daring to make any unusual movements, for fear of being detected by that scorching aura.

In a certain room.

A newspaper floating in mid-air, the face of a player on it, now showed an expression of extreme terror.

It quickly darted into the gap under the bed, hiding itself completely.

It was afraid.

It was afraid that thing would find it.

It was at this moment that...

The global live stream, which had been interrupted for a long time, has finally resumed.

The camera is on again!

When billions of viewers finally saw what was happening on the third floor, everyone was stunned.

In the quiet corridor.

Yang Jian stood alone at the very front.

And behind him.

Following a large group of bizarre and menacing... opera troupe ghosts!

This scene.

It was incredibly impactful!

A human leading a group of vengeful ghosts?

This is simply a fantasy!

After a brief silence, the chat in the global live stream exploded once again!

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!

The video feed is back!

He really did bring those ghosts out!

【OMG!】

How did he manage that? Why are these ghosts so obedient to him?

Look at his position! He's standing at the very front! He's like... the leader of this group of ghosts!

[A leader? Are you kidding me!]

He's definitely been controlled by these ghosts and used as cannon fodder to scout ahead!