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

The sounds of impact outside the building grew louder and louder.

Chen Mo stood in the living room of 104, his ten fingers slightly bent, the invisible threads at his fingertips taut and straight.

Three doll ghosts.

A vengeful ghost, dragging a wet corpse, is outside the building.

One is rushing out from 103.

The third one, holding its own head, stood in front of Chen Mo, its body still trembling slightly.

It wasn't completely quiet.

Chen Mo could feel the head it was holding in its arms trying to twist.

The chilling sensation traveled along the silk threads in waves, like someone scraping his bones with rotten fingernails.

It hurts.

It's also very dangerous.

But Chen Mo did not let go.

He looked down at his hands.

Faint black lines appeared on the back of my hand. These lines weren't drawn on, but rather bulged up from under the skin, as if something was crawling inside.

The strength that Meng Xiaodong left him is truly awakening.

Or rather, it was forced upon them.

Chen Mo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the dizziness in his head.

He knew he was in a bad state.

Controlling the three puppet ghosts has reached its limit.

But the vengeful spirits and drenched corpses outside have not yet fallen.

If he stops now, everything he has done before will become a joke.

"Not enough."

Chen Mo's voice was hoarse.

He turned and rushed out of 104.

The hallway was cold and damp.

The mold on the wall writhed slowly like living things, and the motion-activated light overhead had long since broken, leaving only darkness.

The sound of water could be heard outside the building.

pat.

pat.

That's a vengeful ghost of a wet corpse walking around.

The first toy ghost is almost at its limit.

Chen Mo could sense that the supernatural power emanating from it was being eroded by the black water.

The doll wearing a gray cotton-padded jacket had half of its body turned black, and its wooden joints made a cracking sound, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

But it still clung to the leg of the wet corpse ghost.

The second doll in the yellow dress pounced, its black, yarn-like hair wrapping around the wet, vengeful ghost's arm.

Two ghostly puppets, one in front and one behind, dragged the soaking wet figure tightly to the edge of the open space.

The vengeful spirit of the wet corpse stopped.

It was blocked for the first time.

Chen Mo saw this scene.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

it works.

The supernatural power of the doll ghost can indeed restrain it.

One isn't enough, so let's get a few more.

This is the way out.

Chen Mo did not rush out, but looked at the other side of the corridor.

The door to room 105 was half open.

A tiny hand peeked out from under the door.

That hand wasn't a human hand.

It was made of cloth, with short fingers sewn on it with black threads.

There was also a ghost doll behind the door.

Chen Mo raised his hand without hesitation.

The silk thread flew out.

This time, he moved even faster.

The first thread slipped through the crack in the door and wrapped around the cloth hand.

A soft laugh immediately came from behind the door.

Like a child laughing in a low voice.

Chen Mo's face darkened.

The moment the laughter started, it felt like countless tiny needles were stuffed into his ears, making his head throb.

This doll ghost is quite supernatural.

It had already begun to affect him even before it appeared.

The little hand peeking through the crack in the door suddenly pulled back.

The silk thread was pulled taut.

Chen Mo felt a sharp pain in his finger and was almost dragged forward by that force.

He gritted his teeth to steady himself, and spread all five fingers of his left hand at the same time.

Five cold, dark threads rushed into the room.

boom!

The door to room 105 was forced open from the inside by a force.

A very small doll stood behind the door.

It was only half a meter tall, wearing tattered blue clothes, with no facial features, only a mouth sewn out with black thread.

That mouth was wide open.

The laughter came from there.

It raised its head, and although it had no eyes, it seemed to be looking at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo's heart sank.

At that moment, he had a strange feeling.

My body is becoming lighter.

It's like turning into a toy that someone holds in their hands.

His arm stiffened uncontrollably.

The fingers also began to close up little by little.

The doll ghost was influencing him in return.

Chen Mo understood.

Controlling a ghost puppet is not a one-sided process.

The more he controls, the more backlash he suffers.

If his consciousness isn't strong enough, he'll be dragged down by these dolls.

In the end, he too will become a doll.

"Trying to steal my body?"

A ruthless glint appeared in Chen Mo's eyes.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward.

As he took that step, all the transparent threads within his body vibrated.

It was as if it was being forcibly suppressed by some kind of will.

Chen Mo raised his hand and pulled.

The faceless doll inside the door was pulled forward by the silk threads.

It opened its stitched mouth, and its laughter became even shriller.

But Chen Mo was no longer giving it a chance.

A thread pierced its neck.

A needle pierced its left shoulder.

A thread wrapped around its waist.

The last thread burrowed into its gaping mouth.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The faceless doll stood frozen at the doorway.

Cold sweat dripped down Chen Mo's forehead.

The fourth one.

He succeeded.

At this moment, Chen Mo felt no excitement whatsoever; instead, he felt even colder.

The weight of the four toy ghosts pressed down on him.

That's not a normal weight.

Instead, there are four supernatural occurrences.

Each doll seemed to hang on his soul, dragging him deeper into the abyss.

Chen Mo was breathing heavily.

He knew he was nearing his limit.

But the vengeful, wet corpse outside still hadn't fallen.

The vengeful spirit of the wet corpse raised its other hand.

The pale blue hand pressed down on the head of the yellow-skirted doll.

Black liquid flowed from its palm.

The yellow dress doll's yarn hair quickly rotted, the yellowed dress became soaked, and its body began to soften.

Chen Mo felt a tightness in his chest.

The connection between him and the doll was corroded by the black water, and the backlash came immediately.

A metallic sweetness welled up in my throat.

He forced himself to swallow it.

You must not vomit blood.

It must not be tilted.

If it collapses now, it's truly over.

"go."

Chen Mo gave a low shout.

The third doll with its head in its hands rushed out of the stairwell.

As it ran, it lifted the head in its arms.

The corners of the doll's mouth turned up again, and the red-lined mouth opened.

But this time, its smile wasn't directed at Chen Mo.

Instead, it was aimed at the vengeful spirit of the wet corpse.

The silent supernatural spread out.

The wet corpse ghost suddenly paused its movements.

Just for a moment.

That's enough.

The first gray cotton-padded jacket doll suddenly climbed onto its calf and clenched its hands tightly into its knee.

The yellow-dressed doll's yarn hair was wrapped even tighter.

The faceless doll lunged from the side and grabbed the other leg of the wet corpse ghost.

Four toy ghosts pressed down at the same time.

The vengeful spirit of the wet corpse was finally forced to stop in place.

The black water on the ground churned wildly.

They seemed to come alive, spreading outwards and trying to engulf the puppet ghosts.

But the doll ghost is itself a ghost.

They cannot be killed easily.

They were corroded, suppressed, and soaked in black water, yet they still clung tightly to the vengeful spirits of the wet corpses.

Chen Mo stood at the entrance of the stairwell, his eyes fixed on the wet corpse.

His hands were shaking.

It's not fear.

It's unbearable.

The resistance of the four doll ghosts, coupled with the corrosive influence of the wet corpse ghost, were all transmitted to him through the silk threads.

His fingers were cracked.

Black blood seeped from between his fingers.

Each thread felt like a red-hot iron wire, tightening around his nerves.

pain.

The pain was so intense that he could barely think.

But Chen Mo did not give in.

He stared at the vengeful, wet corpse, a slow grin spreading across his face.

"You've been chasing me for so long."

"Now it's my turn."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Mo suddenly looked up and gazed at the other side of the open space.

There are also dolls there.

Under the dead tree.

Beside the bench.

Behind the window.

The dolls that had been standing quietly in the fog suddenly seemed to be startled by something, and all of them turned their heads slightly.

All the black, bead-like eyes looked at Chen Mo.

In the past, Chen Mo would have felt a chill run down his spine.

But now, he only sees these things as knives.

It was the knife he used to kill the vengeful ghost.

He raised his hands, spreading his ten fingers outwards.

He forcibly released all the transparent threads in his body at that moment.

hum!

A muffled sound seemed to echo in Chen Mo's mind.

The surrounding cold air was cut open.

Invisible threads flew out from his body and spread in all directions.

They landed on the dolls under the dead tree.

It landed on the doll next to the dilapidated bench.

It landed on the half-body doll behind the first-floor window.

Some lines are off-center.

Some of the lines were bounced back by the doll ghost.

Some of the threads, the moment they touched him, were bitten by a chilling force, which then eroded Chen Mo in the opposite direction.

Chen Mo's face turned deathly pale instantly.

His vision began to darken.

Many sounds appeared in my ears.

The sound of a child crying.

A woman's whisper.

The sound of wood being sawed.

There was also the sound of water droplets falling to the ground from the body of the vengeful, wet corpse.

The sounds mingled together, almost tearing his consciousness apart.

But Chen Mo's gaze did not waver.

He thought of Meng Xiaodong.

I remember that old, dilapidated room, and the woman who seemed calm yet was terrifying to the extreme.

She gave herself this ability.

But she didn't teach herself how to live.

If you want to live, you have to learn on your own.

If you want to live, you have to risk your life.

"Move!"

Chen Mo growled.

His ten fingers suddenly bent.

The doll wearing a dark red jacket under the withered tree was the first to move.

Its neck twisted and turned with a cracking sound, then it took a step and ran towards the wet corpse ghost.

The doll next to the bench, with one arm missing, also moved.

It crawls in an extremely strange posture, yet at a very fast speed, like a spider crawling close to the ground.

The doll with half its body behind the windowsill was flipped out.

It has no legs, only an upper body, but it uses its hands to support itself on the ground and slowly drags itself toward the open space.

The fifth one.

The sixth one.

The seventh one.