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

puff!

Another soft sound, like a sharp weapon piercing flesh.

Accompanied by this soft sound.

A ghost from a theatrical troupe, whose face was painted with a clown mask and whose body moved as elusively as a shadow, suddenly froze midway through his charge.

Followed by.

A thin, blood-red line appeared above its head and quickly spread down to its feet.

Its body.

It was cleaved in two without any doubt by that rusty wood-cutter's knife.

Thick black gas, like a burst dam, gushed wildly from the dismembered wounds.

This is a terrifying ghost that could trigger an A-level paranormal event in the outside world.

Unable to put up even the slightest decent resistance, he was dismembered and fell onto the cold carpet, temporarily losing all his breath.

massacre.

This was a one-sided massacre with no suspense whatsoever.

The charred male corpse still moved slowly; each time he raised the knife, each time he swung it down, it was like that of an old man on his deathbed.

But this seemingly slow movement contains an incomprehensible and terrifying rule.

It's guaranteed to win!

Ignore distance!

Ignore the ghost realm!

Whenever it swings its knife, a troupe of ghosts will inevitably be dismembered.

As expected.

In less than half a minute.

More than half of the originally menacing thirty-odd opera troupe ghosts had been neatly cleaved in two and lay fallen on the corridor leading to the fourth floor.

The remaining members of the opera troupe noticeably slowed their charge.

They were afraid.

Even if one is blinded by the desire for freedom...

Faced with this absolutely irresistible rule of death, the fear stemming from the instinct of a vengeful ghost still rose uncontrollably into my heart.

They are not afraid of death.

Because they are inherently incapable of being killed!

But they are afraid of being dismembered!

The pain of having one's own supernatural abilities forcibly severed and one's existence erased is more terrifying than death itself!

"roar!!"

The tallest of the martial arts demons, seeing his companions showing signs of retreat, let out another deafening roar.

Its voice was filled with resentment and determination.

It suddenly turned its head.

Bloodshot eyes stared intently at the edge of the battlefield, at the figure who had remained an outsider throughout.

Yang Jian!

With its final frenzy, it questioned Yang Jian!

What you promised.

When will it finally be fulfilled?

we.

I can't hold on much longer!

however.

Yang Jian remained unmoved by the murderous gaze of the martial arts ghost.

His expression was as cold as a block of ice that would never melt.

He never cared about the life or death of those ghosts in the opera troupe.

From the very beginning, they were just tools.

It was a tool used to test the depth of this charred male corpse, to create opportunities for him, and could be sacrificed at any time.

His entire attention was focused on the charred male corpse, on every movement of its raised hand and every swing of its knife.

He is waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity.

This is a once-in-a-million opportunity that may only appear once, and once missed, it will never come again!

puff!

Another member of the opera troupe was dismembered.

The charred male corpse, with its empty eye sockets, turned to its next target.

It moved slowly.

He raised once more the charred, withered arm that held the wood-chopping knife.

It's now!

The male corpse's arm was raised to its highest point.

The old strength has been exhausted.

The moment before new power is born.

Just as it was about to swing its axe and launch its next sure-hit attack.

Yang Jian's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size!

The opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived!

The attack pattern of this charred male corpse was not without flaws.

Each time it swung its knife.

They all require a brief pause, a kind of "charging up" motion.

The duration of this pause.

So short as to be negligible, even less than 0.01 seconds.

For any vengeful ghost.

Even for top-tier ghost tamers, this flaw simply doesn't exist.

Because the moment you realize this flaw, the woodcutter's knife, which contains the rule of certain death, has already fallen on you.

but.

For Yang Jian at this moment.

That 0.01-second pause is enough!

"Now!"

Yang Jian roared inwardly, no longer hesitating!

next second.

The skin on the center of his forehead, which had been tightly closed, suddenly split open!

A scarlet eye, filled with an eerie and ominous aura, suddenly opened!

Ghost eyes!

The moment the demon's eyes opened.

A supernatural power, far deeper and more terrifying than the ghost domain released by the previous opera troupe's ghosts, suddenly erupted from Yang Jian's center!

Om-! ! !

A layer of dark red light instantly spread out, completely enveloping the entire third-floor corridor!

A ghostly realm!

Followed by.

It's the second, third, and fourth floor!

The fourth layer of ghost realm.

They were all layered together without reservation!

In an instant.

The entire third-floor space began to violently distort and collapse!

The line between reality and the supernatural is completely blurred at this moment.

Walls, carpet, ceiling...

Everything seemed to be thrown into a washing machine, spinning, stretching, and deforming wildly!

time.

At this moment, it felt as if the music had been slowed down tenfold!

The demon troupe members who were charging forward suddenly became incredibly slow.

The charred male corpse's hatchet, about to fall, seemed to be trapped in solidified amber, frozen in mid-air!

Only Yang Jian.

In this distorted and stagnant spacetime that he completely controlled, his speed reached its limit!

Whoosh!

His figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

He neither ran nor flew.

Instead, it blinks and jumps irrationally in the distorted space!

Step out.

His figure then spanned a distance of tens of meters.

Ignoring all the ghosts from the opera troupe, he appeared directly in front of the charred male corpse!

The distance between the two is less than half a meter!

That one was rusty.

The cleaver that terrifies all evil spirits is within reach!

You can even clearly see the dark red bloodstains on the blade, which have been dried for who knows how many years.

The charred male corpse seemed to have sensed the arrival of this uninvited guest.

Its empty eye sockets slowly rotated.

the first time.

They shifted their gaze from the ghosts in the opera troupe and fixed it on Yang Jian.

Its arm, suspended in mid-air, began to tremble slightly.

Seemingly wanting to break free from the suppression of the four layers of ghostly domain, he fiercely chopped down this tiny human who dared to provoke him with the wood-chopping knife in his hand, which could dismember anything!

An unprecedented sense of crisis swept over Yang Jian like a tsunami!

He had no doubt.

If he were to be struck by this machete, even he would be instantly dismembered!

Ghost eyes will go blind!

The ghost hand will break!

Even the most terrifying ghost within his body will be split in two!

but.

On Yang Jian's face.

He remained as indifferent as ever.

Since he dared to come.

We have already made all the necessary preparations!

"You are very strong."

"This knife is also unsolvable."

"But unfortunately, you are ultimately just a corpse controlled by obsession, a supernatural weapon without thought."

"And me..."

Yang Jian's voice rang out in this desolate ghost realm, carrying a calmness that stemmed from absolute confidence.

"...It's a living person!"

The moment the words fell.

Yang Jian raised his left hand.

What a terrifying hand that was!

His skin was a corpse-like bluish-black, shriveled and withered, and his nails were sharp and black, as if they had been forcibly grafted onto an ancient corpse that had been buried for thousands of years!

Ghost hands!

This is a terrifying supernatural ability that Yang Jian obtained after mastering the Ghost Cabinet and paying a huge price. It allows him to directly touch and suppress vengeful spirits!

Without the slightest hesitation.

Just as the charred male corpse was about to break free from the shackles of the ghost realm.

Yang Jian stretched out his ghostly hand.

He grabbed the male corpse's charred and withered wrist, the one that was holding the woodcutter's knife!

Sizzle—!!!

The moment the ghostly hand made contact with the charred male corpse.

A piercing sound, like hot oil boiling snow, suddenly exploded!

Thick plumes of black smoke billowed out.

It bursts out wildly from the point where the two come into contact!

These are two completely different, yet equally terrifying, supernatural rules, engaged in the most direct and primal confrontation!

The charred body of the male corpse.

The moment he was grabbed by the ghostly hand, he froze!

A suppressive force originating from a higher level surged wildly into its body through Yang Jian's ghostly hand!

The supernatural power within its body that drove the wood-chopping knife seemed to have encountered its nemesis, and began to rapidly weaken and extinguish!

Its arm, which was about to break free from the shackles of the ghost realm, froze once again!

Even the terrifying aura emanating from it, powerful enough to distort reality, was rapidly diminishing at a visible speed!

The suppression of the ghost hand.

It's working!

"It really worked!"