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

next second.

An action that shocked all the actors and even the audience in the real world occurred.

Om-!

The dark red ghost domain that originally enveloped the entire third-floor corridor.

It vanished suddenly without any warning.

The power that distorted and froze spacetime vanished instantly, and everything returned to normal.

Those opera troupe ghosts frozen in amber.

And the charred male corpse that had been suspended in mid-air was instantly freed.

Time resumed its normal flow, and the suffocating oppression in the air was gone.

Followed by.

The eerie, scarlet eye in the center of Yang Jian's forehead slowly closed.

It was re-covered by the skin.

His left hand, which was originally bluish-black, withered, and emaciated, has also regained its normal skin color and shape.

For an instant.

All the supernatural power on Yang Jian's body, except for the "ghost hand" state that was tightly gripping the male corpse's wrist, dissipated.

He was as if he had suddenly transformed from a terrifying ghost into an ordinary human being, still indifferent but no longer exuding a terrifying aura.

The ghosts in the opera troupe were instantly stunned.

They originally thought Yang Jian was their hope, their savior to escape their predicament.

But now.

He actually withdrew all his supernatural abilities.

What about the fourth level of the ghost realm?

Where is that eerie ghost eye?

What is Yang Jian doing?

Has he gone mad?

"What...what are you doing?!"

The martial arts ghost trembled violently, his eyes once again filled with terror and despair.

It pointed to Yang Jian.

His voice was filled with disbelief, anger, and questioning.

"Yang Jian! Are you betraying us?!"

"You used us as bait, and then you just walked away?!"

Its voice was filled with the pain and despair of betrayal, as if it could see its fate of being dismembered again.

"Is he crazy?"

"He actually withdrew the Ghost Domain?!"

"That charred male corpse is going to recover! We're finished, we're completely finished!"

"Yang Jian! You liar!"

"Where's the freedom you promised?! You bastard! How dare you play us for fools!"

All the ghosts in the opera troupe were dumbfounded; they couldn't understand Yang Jian's behavior at that moment.

From their perspective.

Yang Jian is destroying his own Great Wall, pushing them into the abyss of despair.

If they really wait for the male corpse to break free from Yang Jian's ghostly hand restraints and raise the woodcutter's knife again, then they will all be truly doomed.

They roared wildly.

They attempted to attack the male corpse again.

But their fear made them move slowly and weakly.

The ghosts in the opera troupe could clearly sense it.

The power that had been suppressed by the ghostly hand on the charred male corpse was rebounding at an even faster speed.

The strength on the male corpse's wrist also began to increase.

Yang Jian's left hand, which had returned to its normal skin color, was now gripping the male corpse's wrist tightly.

The knuckles turned white from excessive force.

Veins bulging.

It felt as if it could be broken free at any moment.

Between ghosts.

Without absolute suppressive power, it is very difficult to completely defeat the opponent.

not to mention.

The ghost troupe trapped on the fourth floor of the hotel is not a complete individual.

They are just fragmented pieces, and their supernatural power is greatly diminished.

Their ghost realm.

It was simply impossible to exert absolute dominance over this charred male corpse.

Although the male corpse was being held by the wrist by Yang Jian and surrounded by the ghosts of the opera troupe.

But it is, after all, a powerful and malevolent ghost.

And it possesses a machete capable of dismembering anything.

It can be said.

The situation between the male corpse and these opera troupe ghosts was one of evenly matched strength.

If they wait until the male corpse completely pulls out his hand and raises the machete, what awaits them is endless dismemberment and suffering.

The pain of being forcibly separated and having one's existence erased is more terrifying than death itself.

The charred body of the male corpse.

Under the frenzied attack of the opera troupe's ghosts, it began to tremble violently.

In its empty eye sockets.

It was as if two will-o'-the-wisps were flickering, emitting a cold and bloodthirsty light.

The force on its wrist grew stronger and stronger, and Yang Jian's left hand was almost broken off.

The male corpse's body jolted violently.

A powerful reaction force came from its wrist.

Yang Jian even felt a tingling sensation in his left arm, as if it were about to be torn off.

"Damn it! He's really breaking free!"

The martial arts ghost roared in terror.

It could sense the terrifying, eerie aura emanating from the male corpse, which was increasing exponentially.

That familiar, desperate sense of oppression enveloped them once again.

Just when the ghosts in the opera troupe were in despair and thought that all was lost, Yang Jian remained expressionless.

He gripped the charred male corpse's wrist tightly, remaining motionless no matter how the corpse struggled.

His gaze.

She stared intently at the male corpse, as if trying to see right through it.

Although his body was under tremendous pressure, his inner calm and determination never wavered.

He was waiting.

Waiting for the perfect moment, an opportunity to strike decisively.

next moment.

Yang Jian's eyes suddenly snapped open.

This time.

It wasn't the ghost eye on his forehead, but his original two eyes.

however.

At this moment, his eyes were no longer human pupils.

Instead, they transformed into two deep, dark vertical pupils.

It seemed to contain an endless abyss, emanating an aura more terrifying and oppressive than any supernatural power before.

It was an ancient, grand, yet destructive pressure, as if it could suck the souls of all living beings into it.

Om-! ! !

An even more terrifying and suffocating supernatural fluctuation.

Like a volcanic eruption.

It burst forth from Yang Jian's body.

This strange fluctuation.

With an overwhelming domineering and irresistible majesty, it instantly swept across the entire third-floor corridor.

It doesn't distort space like the Ghost Realm.

It is not as corrosive and suppressive as the Ghost Hand.

It is a pure, powerful, and destructive force.

It was like an invisible behemoth, roaring and charging towards everything in its path with unparalleled momentum.

This.

It was an ability he had never used before.

This is another bizarre ability that Yang Jian, as a character, has never used before.

Once this force is unleashed...

The air in the entire third-floor corridor seemed to freeze.

The ghosts from the opera troupe, who had been screaming wildly, suddenly fell silent.

Their bodies remained frozen in place.

His eyes were filled with unprecedented terror.

The struggle of the charred male corpse also came to a halt.

Its empty eye sockets seemed to sense this terrifying pressure, trembling slightly, and the eerie green ghost fire flickered.

Yang Jian's eyes had jet-black vertical pupils.

It emitted a chilling light, staring directly at the charred male corpse.

His body.

At this moment, it seemed to transform into an unshakeable mountain, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

His muscles were taut, and his profile was cold and aloof.

Every aspect of it demonstrated the terrifying power he was unleashing at that moment.

"What kind of ability is this?!"

in the real world.

Upon witnessing the terrifying aura emanating from Yang Jian, everyone's eyes widened in shock, and they gasped in astonishment.

Their faces were filled with disbelief and shock; some even fell off their chairs from the shock.

This aura actually instilled fear in me, someone from the real world!

What kind of ability is this?

How many trump cards does Yang Jian still have up his sleeve?