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

She was somewhat unwilling.

It's not that I'm afraid of dying.

The problem was that she didn't know if Qin Taotao could take the golden candlesticks out.

I wonder if Ghost Painting will continue to expand.

She didn't know whether the wishing candle Yang Jian gave her was a lifesaver or another, bigger trap.

As the last vestige of consciousness was about to be swallowed by the grayness.

The world suddenly came to a standstill.

This stillness is not for wishing candles.

It's not a stationary ghost either.

It's not a pause in the ghost drawing itself.

This is a higher level of suppression.

The entire old city, the entire landscape of roots, along with the merging city of Calgary, all came to a standstill at this moment.

The gray-white wind stopped in mid-air.

The swirling waters of the Heihe River suspend like distorted mirrors.

The woman in red froze, her face contorted in a rotten state.

Her hand, which was reaching out to Li Yao, stopped in mid-air.

Then, a figure emerged from the void.

He was stepping on the void.

There is no way.

It felt like walking on a road that all vengeful ghosts had to make way for.

He wore a black trench coat, his face was calm, and a scarlet ghost eye near his forehead slowly moved.

Yang Jian.

he came.

That wasn't the sound from the wishing candle.

It's not a projection either.

At this moment, the figure that appeared in the Ghost Painting World was Yang Jian.

He glanced around; the old city remained unchanged, but the oppressive eeriness had all receded.

It was as if the painting itself feared his arrival.

Yang Jian's gaze fell on Li Yao.

Li Yao has almost become a silhouette.

Her soul is trapped in grayness and is being swallowed by the ghost painting.

Yang Jian raised his hand and made a light gesture.

He snatched the last vestige of consciousness from Li Yao's body, which was about to be extinguished, from the woman in red.

There was no confrontation.

There was no pulling or tugging.

It was as if something that should have belonged to him had been casually taken back by him.

The woman in red turned her head stiffly.

She looked at Yang Jian.

On that rotting face, madness and resentment became even more pronounced.

Her red dress billowed.

The Gray-White Ghost Realm attempts to unfold once again.

Deep in the old city, countless blurry figures in red reappeared.

They seemed to want to burst out of the frame and tear this intruder apart.

Yang Jian glanced at her calmly.

Just one glance.

All the figures in red stopped.

The ghostly aura of the woman in red was forced back into her body.

Her red veil spontaneously combusted without wind, but instead of flames, it burned into a pitch-black shadow.

Yang Jian spoke, his voice very calm.

"You're too low-level."

"You are not qualified to fight me."

As soon as these words were spoken, the woman in red trembled violently.

She looked like she was about to scream.

But no sound came out.

She is no longer the ghost tamer with a mission.

She is now just a vengeful ghost who has lost consciousness.

She doesn't understand insults.

They also lack dignity.

But she could sense the difference; it was the most direct suppression between vengeful spirits.

Yang Jian didn't look at her again.

His gaze fell upon Li Yao's body.

Although Li Yao's body was corrupted by the ghost painting, the ghost inside her was still there.

Still ghost.

Water Drop Ghost.

And then there's that truly terrifying slapping ghost.

Yang Jian's ghost eyes twitched slightly.

In the next instant, he seemed to see through all the supernatural structures within Li Yao's body.

The ghost story was suppressed for too long.

When Li Yao was alive, it was bound by its body and consciousness.

But now Li Yao is dying, and her body has been drawn as a silhouette.

The balance has been broken.

That ghost is about to rise again.

Yang Jian did not stop him.

Instead, he reached out and touched Li Yao's body.

Boom!

A terrifying supernatural event suddenly erupted.

That wasn't the power Li Yao used when she slapped the ghost.

That was just a borrowing.

What erupts now is the true ghost that slaps people.

A complete S-class vengeful ghost.

The moment it revived, the entire ghostly world felt as if it had been slapped hard by an invisible giant hand.

The bluestone road was shattered.

The wooden building collapsed.

The Heihe River exploded.

Behind the woman in red, a huge depression appeared directly in the center of the old city.

The dent is not due to a broken surface.

Rather, the canvas was thinned by the impact.

A hole has been punched in the world of ghost paintings.

The gray sky cracked open.

Beyond the crack, one can vaguely see the light from the outside world.

The ghost struggles frantically.

It has no consciousness.

It will only attack.

It wanted to smash everything alive around it, and it also wanted to smash the ghost painting that trapped it.

The woman in red suddenly turned around.

She seemed to be drawn to this supernatural phenomenon as well.

But Yang Jian was standing there, and she couldn't get past him.

Yang Jian reached out and grasped the fragment of Li Yao's soul that had been taken back.

That soul was faint.

Like a wisp of gray smoke about to dissipate.

But in Yang Jian's hands, it did not continue to dissipate.

Yang Jian looked at Li Yao.

"You can't die now."

The sound faded.

He gave it to him casually.

Li Yao's soul was sent out of the Ghost Painting World through the rift torn open by the ghost.

Beyond the crack, a glimpse of the outside world flashed by.

Then, the power of the slapping ghost erupted once more.

boom!

The tear was made even bigger.

The entire ghost painting was shaking.

The woman in red let out a silent roar.

She wanted to chase after him.

But Yang Jian simply stood still, and she was firmly pinned to the center of the old city.

The madness in the ghost's eyes grew stronger.

The resentment was becoming increasingly apparent.

But it's meaningless.

In front of Yang Jian, all her movements were as slow as an unfinished painting.

Yang Jian did not make any further moves.

His figure began to fade.

He came here not to deal with the ghost paintings.

It wasn't to kill this vengeful ghost in red.

At least not now.

He merely took Li Yao's soul.

Li Yao cannot die yet.

She's still useful; she's still useful for filming ghosts and humans.

More importantly, in reality, that wishing candle has been lit a second time.

The second response has been completed.

next time.

He will truly manifest in the world.

Yang Jian took one last look at the woman in red.

His eyes were calm and unwavering.

Then, his figure disappeared into the void.

The stillness of the ghostly world was also lifted.

The woman in red stood still, the cracks in the old city slowly healing, while the lingering eeriness of the ghost still tore at the painting.

But Li Yao is no longer here.

Qin Taotao has also left.

The golden candlestick was taken away.

The origin of the ghost painting continues to descend outwards.

the other side.

Qin Taotao suddenly opened her eyes.

She was panting heavily, her body looking as if she had just been pulled out of ice water.

The old town is no longer what it used to be.

She returned to the outside world.

The surrounding streets were gray and white, and in the distance, the outline of Calgary was still visible.

But it has become unfamiliar.

Paint marks began to appear on many building surfaces.

At the end of the street, a wooden building that was not there before is slowly taking shape.

The sky seemed to hang low.

It's like a giant old sheet of paper covering the city.

Qin Taotao lowered her head.

The golden candlestick was still in her arms.

Icy.

heavy.

reality.

A white candle was also beside her.

It has been extinguished.

The candle body is shorter than before.

It still looked ordinary, but Qin Taotao felt an indescribable chill.

She stared at the candle for a long time...