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

Chen Mo had lost count of how much he had control over.

All he knew was that with each additional doll ghost that moved, the pressure on the wet corpse ghost increased.

The backlash against him also intensified.

puff!

Chen Mo finally spat out a mouthful of black blood.

The blood fell to the ground, but instead of spreading out, it writhed like a few tiny worms.

He glanced down at it but ignored it.

Now is not the time to worry about yourself.

Once the wet corpse and vengeful ghost are killed, everything will be over.

If not, then he is the one who dies.

More and more doll ghosts are rushing towards the wet corpse ghost.

They follow no rules or regulations.

Some hugged his legs.

Some are wrapped around the hands.

Some climbed onto the backs of the wet, vengeful ghosts.

Some opened their sewn-up mouths and bit the necks of the wet, vengeful ghosts.

Their supernatural aspects are all different.

Some make the movements of wet corpses and vengeful ghosts slow down.

Some methods slow down the flow of black water.

Some of them suppressed the chilling aura emanating from the wet corpse ghost.

Some simply increase the weight.

A single one is very weak.

But when these supernatural phenomena piled up together, the wet corpse ghost finally began to retreat.

It took a step back.

The black water on the ground also shrank back a bit.

Chen Mo's eyes lit up when he saw this.

It really can suppress it.

The vengeful spirit of the wet corpse is not without a solution.

At least not here.

"continue."

Chen Mo's voice was low and hoarse.

He manipulated all the puppet ghosts to press forward.

The vengeful, wet corpse was covered in dolls.

It was like a corpse being dragged along by a group of dead children, making every step extremely difficult.

His pale face was expressionless.

However, the eerie aura emanating from it was steadily diminishing.

The damp, chilly feeling that enveloped the neighborhood began to fade.

The fog wasn't as thick as before.

The black water is spreading at a slower and slower rate.

Chen Mo could clearly sense that it was being restricted.

Its killing pattern was disrupted.

Its supernatural aspects were concealed.

It wanted to continue hunting itself, but was dragged into another kind of supernatural balance by the doll ghost.

This is a precursor to a system crash.

Chen Mo doesn't understand much theory.

But he could sense it.

The battle between ghosts is not about who is more ferocious, but about whose supernatural abilities can overpower the other.

There are now enough doll ghosts.

They formed a network.

The vengeful spirit of the wet corpse is trapped in this net.

The vengeful spirit of the wet corpse suddenly raised its head.

Those cloudy eyes looked past the dolls and landed on Chen Mo.

Chen Mo's heart suddenly stopped.

The next moment, the mouth of the wet corpse ghost slowly opened.

A stream of extremely thick black water gushed from its mouth.

The black water didn't land; instead, it formed a twisted line in mid-air, heading straight for Chen Mo.

It also wanted to kill him.

Even with restrictions, it has not abandoned its source.

Chen Mo's pupils contracted.

He immediately manipulated two toy ghosts to stand in front of him.

The black water collided with the first doll.

The doll was instantly soaked, its body went limp like mud, and it collapsed onto the ground.

The second doll was swept away by the black water and crashed into the stairwell wall.

Chen Mo was hit by the aftershock and staggered back several steps, his back slamming heavily against the wall.

The plaster fell from the wall in a soft rustling sound.

His vision went black for a moment.

The threads almost all broke.

It cannot be interrupted.

Chen Mo bit his tongue, the pain forcing him to stay awake.

He looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

"Is that all you've got?"

Chen Mo smiled.

His smile was ugly.

It was also ruthless.

He stopped defending and instead tightened all the threads.

The doll-like ghosts hanging on the wet corpse ghosts simultaneously contracted.

It's like a net that's suddenly tightened.

The arm of the vengeful, wet corpse was grabbed.

Both legs were locked.

His neck was wrapped around.

The back was covered with dolls.

The black liquid on its body surged out layer by layer, but was absorbed, suppressed, and covered by more doll ghosts.

The aura of the wet corpse ghost subsided once again.

The fog around it began to dissipate.

The black water on the ground began to lighten.

The suffocating chill was gradually receding.

Chen Mo saw the body of the wet corpse ghost begin to stiffen.

It stopped struggling.

Its steps stopped.

Its head drooped down.

The water droplets on her body stopped falling.

The clicking sound disappeared.

The open space suddenly fell silent.

All the doll ghosts remained motionless, maintaining their posture of suppressing it.

Chen Mo stood at the entrance of the stairwell, his hands still in the same controlling posture.

He didn't relax immediately.

He feared it was a trap.

one second.

ten seconds.

Longer.

Neither the wet corpse nor the vengeful spirit moved again.

Its eerie aura was completely concealed, making it look like a real dead corpse, pressed down by countless doll ghosts.

My computer crashed.

Chen Mo finally confirmed it.

The vengeful ghost that was chasing him was suppressed to the point of crashing.

He won.

It wasn't an escape.

It wasn't a fluke that I escaped.

Instead, they launched a counterattack and suppressed the evil spirit.

Chen Mo's fingers slowly loosened.

Some of the threads retracted into the body, while most remained attached to the ghost dolls, maintaining the most basic constraints.

He dared not remove them all.

The wet corpse ghost is just a crash, it doesn't mean it has truly disappeared.

It will awaken once the supernatural balance is broken.

But for now, that's enough.

As the vengeful spirit of the wet corpse died, the gloomy atmosphere that had enveloped the area began to dissipate.

The fog is thinning.

The stench in the hallway has also lessened considerably.

The outlines of those buildings that were indistinct in the distance reappeared.

Chen Mo leaned against the wall and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

His chest heaved violently.

He looked like he had just been pulled out of the water.

My clothes were soaked with cold sweat.

The cut on my finger was still bleeding.

But his eyes were very bright.

He survived.

Furthermore, he controlled the doll ghost.

From this moment on, he was no longer just an ordinary person being chased by vengeful ghosts.

He now has the means to fight back.

Chen Mo took a long time to catch his breath before pulling out his communication device from his pocket.

The equipment was covered in blood and ash.

The screen flickered a few times, but it was still usable.

He pressed the communication button.

When his voice came out, it was so hoarse that it almost didn't sound like him.

"Chen Mo, mission accomplished!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a brief buzzing sound came from the communication device.

zizi.

Then, everything fell silent.

Chen Mo looked up into the depths of the residential area.

The Ruyue residential area remains eerie, and many unknown things still exist there.

But at least the oppressive death in this area has dissipated.

He slowly closed his eyes, letting himself catch his breath briefly.

At the same time.

Deep within a bizarre world.

Yang Jian was walking on a road that seemed to have no end.

There is no sky or earth in the true sense here.

A gloomy fog enveloped the surroundings.

Occasionally, distorted buildings can be seen in the distance, as if they were crushed by some force and then forcibly pieced back together.

Along the way, Yang Jian had already seen far too many evil spirits.

The world is more terrifying than he imagined.

It is not a copy.

It is not a single ghost realm.

It's like a corpse left behind after the entire world has been corrupted by the supernatural.

All traces of the living were erased.

The streets, houses, cities, and towns are all still there.

But the people inside are gone.

All that's left are ghosts.