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

But Qin Taotao didn't stop.

Her face grew paler and paler; the power of the postal route was draining her, and the eerie lake was eroding her as well.

Black spots had begun to grow on the plank beneath her feet.

Those are signs of decay.

The boat couldn't stay afloat for long, but the island in the middle of the lake was getting closer and closer.

Qin Taotao can see the dead trees on the island.

You can see wet, black soil, and a leaning stone tablet on the edge of the island.

Only the last bit of distance remains.

Just then, the lake suddenly became still.

All the bodies sank into the water.

The crying stopped.

The knocking sound also disappeared.

Even the wind has stopped.

Qin Taotao's heart sank.

She didn't feel safe.

Because in paranormal events, sudden silence often means that something even more terrifying has appeared.

Sure enough, the lake water in front of the wooden boat slowly parted.

An old man emerged from underwater.

The old man was wearing a black outfit that was soaked through.

His face was covered in lividity.

His eyes were cloudy, as if he had been dead for many years.

He stood on the lake, blocking the way.

Qin Taotao's pupils contracted slightly.

This is not the old man from the bottom of the mysterious lake.

But the aura is somewhat similar.

Equally ancient.

It was equally cold and damp.

It's just much weaker.

The old man raised his hand, and the lake surface rose accordingly.

A coffin floated to the surface from underwater.

The coffin lid slowly opened, revealing complete darkness inside. An irresistible pulling force emanated from within the coffin.

The wooden boat beneath Qin Taotao's feet began to move closer to the coffin.

She immediately activated the ghost bus.

This time, however, the car lights were dimmed by the lake water as soon as they came on.

The red light from the Ghost Post Office also became unstable.

The old man did not speak.

He just stood there, as if carrying out some kind of watchman's rule.

Qin Taotao is not allowed to approach the center of the lake.

Qin Taotao took a deep breath.

She knew she couldn't back down; if she did, the mission would fail.

She took out the letter and pressed it to her chest.

"I'm here to see Yang Jian."

The sound faded.

There was no reaction on the lake surface.

The old man still raised his hand, but the coffin pulled even harder.

Qin Taotao gritted her teeth and cut open her palm.

Blood fell onto the envelope.

She forcibly raised the administrator's authority to the limit.

The next moment, the shadow of an old post office appeared completely on the lake.

A dim yellow light.

The wall is mottled.

There was also a half-open door.

The door was aimed at the old man.

Footsteps could be heard coming from inside the post office, as if countless messengers were coming downstairs.

The old man finally moved.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the post office.

A hint of hesitation appeared in his cloudy eyes.

It was this slight hesitation that caused the pulling force on the coffin to loosen for a moment, as if it were something I had seen before.

Qin Taotao seized the opportunity.

She slammed the oar down hard.

The wooden boat rushed past the coffin almost touching its edge.

A pitch-black hand reached out from the coffin and grabbed the hem of her clothes.

Qin Taotao slashed the corner of her clothes with a backhand stroke.

The black hand gripped the cloth and retreated into the coffin.

The old man turned around, seemingly wanting to continue trying to stop him.

But then, letters began flying out of the strange post office.

The letters fell onto the lake.

Each letter felt like a temporary restriction.

The lake water at the old man's feet was covered by the letter.

His movements were slowed down.

Qin Taotao did not turn around.

The wooden boat rushed through the last stretch of water.

With a bang.

The bow of the boat crashed into the shore.

Qin Taotao swayed forward and almost fell.

She managed to stay upright and immediately jumped off the boat.

When my feet touched the mud on the small island in the middle of the lake, the dragging sensation from the eerie lake finally lessened a bit.

She glanced back.

The old man on the lake did not continue the chase.

The coffin was also submerged again.

The floating letters were soaked by the lake water, eventually turning black, rotting, and disappearing.

The wooden boat was moored on the shore, completely rotten.

Qin Taotao knew that this road might not be usable when she went back.

But she didn't have time to think about those things.

She looked up into the depths of the island.

It's even more desolate here than last time.

The dead tree is leaning.

The soil is damp.

The air was thick with the stench of corpses.

In the center of the island, there is a crack leading to the depths of the lake.

Cold air kept pouring out of the crack.

That cold air wasn't from the wind.

It was more like death seeping from the depths of another world.

Qin Taotao gripped the letter tightly in her hand.

She could sense that Yang Jian's presence had once been here.

It's very light.

But it truly exists.

She did not immediately enter the crack.

Instead, he stood on the shore, adjusted his breathing, and suppressed the supernatural forces that were beginning to stir within his body.

This time, she went too far.

The Strange Lake has already noticed her.

Every step from now on will be more dangerous than the last.

But she had already arrived at the small island in the middle of the lake.

Distance to the answer.

Only the last stretch of road remains.

Qin Taotao stood on the edge of the small island in the lake, the letter in her hand crumpled from being gripped so tightly.

She didn't move forward immediately.

She appeared to be standing as she made her way here, but the supernatural power within her body had been suppressed to a very low level.

The mist from the mysterious lake pierced her body like needles.

Every breath felt like inhaling icy, stagnant fluid.

The crack in the center of the island is still there.

The chill emanating from the cracks was colder than the lake water outside.

That is the entrance to the deeper parts of the Ghost Lake.

Perhaps Yang Jian is down there.

Perhaps there are even more incomprehensible ghosts below.

Qin Taotao had no choice.

She didn't come here just to see the island in the middle of the lake while she was still alive.

She came looking for answers.

The real world can't wait, and neither can Donghai City.

Luo Qian's appearance has pushed the entire situation to the brink of disaster.

If the people of the old era are truly beginning to awaken, then there must be an even greater secret hidden deep within the mysterious lake.

Yang Jian is the only person who has come into contact with these secrets.

She must find him.

Qin Taotao took a deep breath and stepped forward.

The soil underfoot was soft.

With each step, murky black water seeps out from the mud.

The water seemed to be alive, climbing up the soles of her shoes.

The eerie post office within Qin Taotao's body trembled slightly.

Red light emanated from beneath her feet, pressing the black water back into the soil.

She didn't stop.

The island is not big.

The distance from the shore to the crevice is less than 100 meters.

But this hundred meters was even more oppressive than crossing the eerie lake earlier.

It was too quiet all around.

There was no sound on the lake.

There was no sound from the wind.

Even Qin Taotao's own footsteps seemed to be swallowed up by some force.

She walked slower and slower.

It's not that she wants to slow down.

Instead, the closer you get to the crack, the heavier your body becomes.

It felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on her shoulders.

She gritted her teeth.

The envelope in my hand began to get hot.

That wasn't temperature; it was a warning from the eerie post office.

It's dangerous ahead.

Going further back, even the administrator's authority might not be enough to protect her.

Qin Taotao looked down at the envelope.

Large patches of water have appeared on the surface of the envelope.

The water stains slowly spread, as if an invisible hand was soaking the letter.

If this letter completely rots.

Her connection with the Ghost Post Office will be severed.

Her anchor will also disappear.

But she kept going.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

ten meters.

The crack was right in front of us.

Qin Taotao could see a stone staircase leading downwards below the crack.

The stone steps were narrow and had turned black from being soaked in the lake water.

On each step, there were wet footprints.

The footprints were messy.

There are people there.

There are ghosts too.

Qin Taotao's eyes sharpened at that moment.

She saw a familiar trace among them.

Those are not footprints.

Instead, it was a black shadow that had been dragged.

It's very light.

Yet it carried an aura that sent a jolt through her heart.

Yang Jian.

Qin Taotao wouldn't admit her mistake.

She had witnessed Yang Jian's actions in the strange world.

The traces covered by the ghostly shadows were too similar to the shadowy remnants in front of me.

Yang Jian really has been here.

He may have already gone down.

Qin Taotao's heart sank, but a glimmer of hope also appeared.

As long as it's not a dead end, it's worth continuing.

She lifted her foot, preparing to step onto the first stone step.

That is, at this very moment.

The lake water behind her suddenly moved.

It's not water waves.

Instead, the entire lake surface appeared as if it were being pressed down by a hand, and then slowly lifted up.

Qin Taotao suddenly turned around.

A figure appeared on the lake surface at some unknown time.

An old man was standing there.

The old man was wearing a black outfit that was soaked through.

Sparse hair.

His face was covered in lividity.

Sunken eye sockets.

His eyes were so cloudy they looked like the eyes of a dead person soaking in water.

Qin Taotao's pupils suddenly contracted.

This isn't the old man who was blocking the lake earlier.

No.

To be precise.

They share the same aura.

But the old man in front of me is even more terrifying.

The old man who stood on the lake earlier looked like a shadow.

But this is the real source.