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

Qin Taotao felt a chill run down her spine; this kind of supernatural phenomenon was terrifying.

It's not suppression.

It's not a lockdown.

Instead, it directly erases the existence of the target.

If what was just erased wasn't the entrance.

But what about her?

Will she still exist?

Qin Taotao had no answer and dared not gamble, as the ghostly post office phantom behind her began to flicker violently.

One by one, the dim lights went out.

The red light was continuously swallowed by the darkness of the eerie lake, and the old man's dazed state had disappeared. The effects of the eerie post office only lasted for a brief moment.

Now, he has refocused his attention on Qin Taotao.

The soil on the entire island began to sink.

Black water gushed out from all directions, and the lake water no longer stayed on the shore, but spread along the ground towards the center.

Qin Taotao stood there, her face pale.

Her path was blocked.

It's truly over.

The door to the bottom of the lake was erased, and she had no way to go any further.

And the old man had already begun to attack her.

Qin Taotao raised the letter in her hand; the envelope had already been torn open.

There was no letter paper inside.

Only murky water kept flowing out.

She knew she had reached her limit.

If they continue to stubbornly persist, the communication with the Ghost Post Office will be completely corrupted by the Ghost Lake.

By then, she wouldn't even have a chance to go back.

But she was not reconciled.

They were just one step away; they had already seen the traces left by Yang Jian.

The answer is below.

But the door was erased.

Qin Taotao gritted her teeth, and for the first time, intense anger appeared in her eyes.

It's not fear.

It is anger.

She fought her way here from the real world, encountering countless vengeful ghosts along the way.

She exhausted all her strength to finally reach the entrance.

Now, the other party has simply raised a hand and wiped away all her efforts.

This feeling of powerlessness chilled her to the bone.

But she didn't break down.

She is one of the top demon tamers in Kyushu.

Especially in times like these, it's crucial to stay calm and avoid making a rash decision.

An elderly person can erase the entrance, but this ability cannot be without limitations.

Qin Taotao forced herself to calm down.

She looked at the old man and urged the ghost post office to activate again.

The phantom image lit up again, but this time, it was barely lit.

The door of the old post office opened behind her, and a series of rapid footsteps came from inside, as if countless messengers were approaching.

The old man paused slightly.

But this time, he wasn't completely stunned; his palm was still facing Qin Taotao.

An indescribable supernatural force descended upon her.

Suddenly, a section of Qin Taotao's left sleeve disappeared.

It wasn't torn apart.

It wasn't corroded.

It was as if a piece of her skin had vanished out of nowhere, and her skin suddenly felt cold.

The next moment, a thin, long blank appeared on the outside of her wrist, as if a small piece of flesh had been wiped off her body.

No blood was flowing out.

Because even the wound itself was wiped clean.

Qin Taotao's face turned pale.

She immediately stepped back.

The erasure has already begun to fall on her.

If she had been any slower, her entire hand might have disappeared!

Qin Taotao is missing a piece from her wrist.

There was no blood.

There was no pain.

But that empty feeling was more suffocating than the pain.

She glanced down, her pupils contracting slightly.

The flesh that had been wiped away didn't look like an injury.

It's more like it never existed at all.

If she hadn't watched the cuffs and skin disappear with her own eyes, she might have even doubted that her wrists were always like this.

This is erasure.

It's not about killing.

It is not destruction.

Instead, it erases the target from the world.

Qin Taotao finally understood why this old man was able to guard the depths of the strange lake.

This ability doesn't require reasoning at all.

Once you're targeted by his supernatural abilities, no matter how many vengeful spirits you control or how powerful your supernatural skills are, you'll be gradually erased into nothingness.

Her eerie post office was flashing red light.

The blurry image of the post office behind me was also swaying.

The door was open, and footsteps echoed from inside, as if countless messengers were running down the stairs.

But these sounds grew fainter and fainter.

The darkness of the eerie lake is pressing in.

The old man raised his hand.

He didn't walk fast, but the entire island in the middle of the lake seemed to be moving closer to him.

Qin Taotao knew the answer.

It wasn't the old man who approached her.

Instead, the space she was in was being forcibly erased by the old man.

The soil disappeared.

The black water disappeared.

Even the chill in the air became intermittent.

It's like a whole sheet of paper being slowly rubbed into holes with wet fingers.

Qin Taotao wanted to back out.

It can't be refunded.

The soil beneath my feet has become nothingness.

She was standing, but she couldn't feel where she was standing.

The bizarre bus ticket incident has completely disappeared.

The envelopes from the peculiar post office rotted even faster.

The murky lake water flowed continuously from the envelope, dripping onto the ground without making a sound.

Qin Taotao's face was extremely pale.

She knew that the old man was watching her.

A few more seconds.

Perhaps even she herself will disappear.

Not even a corpse will be left.

She had considered risking her life.

But you need your opponent to give you an opportunity to fight desperately.

The old man in front of her didn't even need to touch her; as long as he raised his thin, dark hand, all her supernatural abilities would be suppressed.

Qin Taotao gritted her teeth.

The ghostly post office behind them suddenly lit up.

The dim light illuminated half of her face.

She pushed the administrator's authority to its limit.

This is no longer just using the ghost post office.

Instead, it is burning its connection with the Ghost Post Office.

The post office doors were fully open.

The room inside was completely dark.

Many blurry figures stood behind the door.

Those images are messengers.

It also resembles a vengeful ghost that has long since died.

They all looked up at the old man.

A supernatural force, belonging to the laws of delivery, spread out, attempting to re-establish a non-existent path between Qin Taotao and the old man.

As long as the road is completed.

She can then leave this place.

Even if she didn't enter the depths of the haunted lake, even if she just escaped back to reality, she could still survive.

but.

The old man pressed down slightly with his hand.

Suddenly, one row of figures inside the post office disappeared.

It's not falling down.

It's not about retreating.

It's gone.

Qin Taotao let out a muffled groan, and a trace of dark red blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

That's a backlash.

Part of the Ghost Post Office was erased, and she, as its manager, was also implicated.

Her body swayed.

My vision started to go black.

For the first time, she felt so clearly the gap between herself and the truly top-tier paranormal beings.

It's not a technique.

Not experience.

Rather, it's about levels.

An old person is like a mountain.

She was just someone trying to climb the mountain.

Even though she had already reached the pinnacle of the Nine Provinces' Ghost Tamers, she still seemed too young in the face of such an existence.

The old man continued to raise his hand.

The wall of the post office behind Qin Taotao began to blur.

The mottled paint on the wall gradually disappeared.

The outline of the staircase was erased.

One by one, the lights went out.

Qin Taotao's breathing paused for a moment.

She felt a lightness in her left shoulder.

Look down.

A piece of clothing was missing from the shoulder.

Further down, tiny gaps appeared on the skin's surface.

next time.

Perhaps it was her head.

Qin Taotao did not scream.

She just stared intently at the old man.

There was resentment, anger, and an undeniable weariness in his eyes.

She has done her best.

I really tried my best.

From the real world to the ghost lake.

From the lake to the island.

From the small island to the crack.

She almost found Yang Jian.

We were almost able to find out what was hidden deep within the mysterious lake.

But the difference is just a hair's breadth between life and death.

The old man's withered palm finally aimed directly at her.

The red light surrounding Qin Taotao suddenly dimmed.

Her body felt as if it were being held down by an invisible giant hand.

I can't move.

Even the supernatural can't move.

Even my thinking has become sluggish.

The force of erasure descended.

At that moment, Qin Taotao even saw her own shadow begin to disappear from beneath her feet.

She suddenly became very quiet.

She thought of Donghai City.

I thought of those people in the real world who are still waiting for news.

I thought of Luo Qian's calm and indifferent gaze when he stood high up in the city.

I also thought of Yang Jian.

The person who always had a blank expression, yet could bring a turning point in the most desperate times.

But this time...

Will he appear again?

The darkness before Qin Taotao's eyes grew deeper and deeper.

Her consciousness seemed to be submerged in lake water, sinking downwards.

Maybe not.

The door has been erased.

If he's down there, he might not be able to come back up.

Qin Taotao slowly closed her eyes.

Death is silent.

There was no sound when it was erased.

She thought she was going to die.

But just then...

A calm voice suddenly rang out on the small island in the middle of the lake.

"Stop."

The sound wasn't loud.

But the sound clearly reached Qin Taotao's ears.

The news spread throughout the entire island.

In an instant.

The erasing power that had been falling on Qin Taotao stopped.

It did not dissipate.

It wasn't that the elderly person voluntarily stopped.

Instead, the terrifying supernatural force, just as it was about to completely engulf Qin Taotao, was forcefully suppressed by another invisible force.

Qin Taotao suddenly opened her eyes.

She was breathing heavily.

It looked like it had been pulled out of the water.

The ghostly post office phantom behind me was still collapsing, but the pace of collapse had slowed.

The surrounding darkness also remained still.

The old man raised his hand, his movements stiff.

His palm was not far from Qin Taotao.

But that power, capable of erasing everything, seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move forward even half an inch.

Qin Taotao's heart trembled violently.

who is it?

She turned her head with difficulty.

next moment.

She saw someone.

A young man.

He emerged from the crack that had been erased.

There was clearly no door there anymore.

There was clearly nothing left but a patch of damp, cold mud.

But at this moment, it was as if a gap had been torn open in the air.

A pitch-black passage reappeared.

And that man walked out of that passage that shouldn't exist.

He was wearing a dark trench coat.

His expression was calm.

A vertical pupil on his forehead was closed.

A dark, ghostly figure clung to his feet, yet seemed to extend from his body.

He came step by step.

There was no sound beneath my feet.

But with each step, the oppressive aura of the eerie lake on the island receded a little further.

Qin Taotao looked at him, her eyes slightly red.

"Yang Jian..."

Her voice was very soft.

So soft it was almost inaudible.

But that person was indeed Yang Jian.

The real Yang Jian.

It's not a trace.

It's not an illusion.

Yang Jian didn't look at her for long. His gaze swept over the missing flesh on her wrist and then glanced at the almost rotten ghost post office phantom behind her.

His eyes remained calm.

Beneath the calm surface, however, lay a sense of oppression that made Qin Taotao's heart pound.

Yang Jian looked up at the old man on the lake.

The old man was still standing there.

The hand was still raised.

However, the supernatural power he released was suppressed by Yang Jian's words.

Qin Taotao finally understood.

The old man was not following orders.

He is not conscious and cannot possibly obey anyone.

What truly made him stop was Yang Jian's supernatural power.

A higher level of suppression.

Yang Jian stood in front of Qin Taotao.

He did not act immediately.

He simply looked at the old man and slowly began to speak.

"You are already losers."

As soon as those words were spoken, the entire eerie lake seemed to quiet down a little.

The lake surface no longer churned.

The black water has stopped spreading.

Even the aura of those vengeful spirits hiding in the depths of darkness retreated at this moment.

Yang Jian's voice remained calm.

"Let's not try to measure the new era."

Qin Taotao was startled.

She could tell that those words weren't a provocation.

It's not arrogance.

Rather, it is a declaration.

People from the old days once guarded the supernatural.

They also failed.

The cemetery, the haunted lake, the post office, and the old house they left behind have become an unsolvable knot in the knot.

But now.

The new era has arrived here.

Yang Jian stood in front of the old man, as if telling the corpses that remained from this era.

It's time for you to leave.

The old man's stiff body trembled slightly.

The face, covered in lividity, was expressionless.

But his cloudy eyes twitched slightly.

Like some kind of instinct dormant within a corpse, it understood Yang Jian's words.

Qin Taotao held her breath.

She suddenly realized that the old man in front of her was not just a ghost.

He may have truly been a human being.

I, like them, once struggled and fought desperately in a certain era, trying to solve the paranormal.

In the end, however, he failed.

After his defeat, he became the guardian of the Ghost Lake.

It became a corpse that could not speak, but only follow the rules.

But this feeling only lasted for a moment.

next moment.

The lividity on the old man's body suddenly deepened.

The entire lake surface suddenly sank.

An even more terrifying supernatural force erupted from him.

Qin Taotao's expression changed drastically.

She felt her body being locked again.

Not her.

This time, the old man's real target was Yang Jian.

An invisible force of erasure crossed space and fell directly upon Yang Jian.

There were no signs.

There is no process.

The spot where Yang Jian was standing felt as if it had been violently wiped by an unseen hand.

Half of his body instantly became blurry.

The trench coat disappeared.

The shoulder disappeared.

Even part of the facial contours were erased.

Qin Taotao's heart sank suddenly.

"Yang Jian!"

She instinctively cried out.

But Yang Jian did not dodge.

He simply stood there, letting the force of erasure strike him.

next moment.

His body completely disappeared.

It's not falling down.

It wasn't that it was knocked away.

Instead, it was erased to a blank space.

Qin Taotao's mind went blank.

How is that possible?

Yang Jian was simply erased like that?

wrong.

impossible.

He has only just appeared.

How could he not even put up a fight?

Qin Taotao's fingers clenched tightly.

She tried to rush over, but her body wouldn't move at all.

After erasing Yang Jian, the old man slowly turned his head.

Those cloudy eyes seemed to be locking onto Qin Taotao once again.

But at that very moment...

Footsteps sounded from behind the old man.

Qin Taotao suddenly looked up.

She saw a second Yang Jian.

No.

Not the second one.

That's Yang Jian.

He remained standing there.

His expression was calm.

The clothes are intact.

The body is intact.

It was as if the person who had just been erased was not him at all.

Qin Taotao's pupils contracted.

What kind of ability is this?

The previous Yang Jianming had already suffered a fatal attack.

Even their existence was erased.

But now, he has reappeared unharmed.

This is no longer as simple as a stand-in.

The old man seemed to pause briefly as well.

His corpse was incomprehensible.

Why can someone who has been erased reappear?

At this moment, Yang Jian's vertical pupil on his forehead slowly opened.

A scarlet light emanated from the ghost's eye.

A layer of ghostly realm unfolds.

Then comes the second layer.

The third layer.

Fourth floor.

Layer upon layer of ghostly realms overlapped, and the entire island in the center of the lake was shrouded in red light.

The lake water slowed down in the red light.

The darkness was torn open.

The erased cracks reappeared, appearing faintly once more.

Qin Taotao finally understood.

What the old man just wiped away was perhaps only Yang Jian's body left in a certain layer of the ghost realm.

His true form is no longer in that position.

No.

Perhaps the concept of "original body" is no longer that important to Yang Jian now.

He was in the realm of ghosts.

It is also outside the Ghost Realm.

The old man could erase Yang Jian from one location, but he couldn't erase all the Yang Jian in the superimposed ghost realms.

That's what's truly terrifying.

This is Yang Jian's true power.

The old man intervened again.

Annihilate the burst of power.

A large portion of the red ghost domain was erased.

But the next instant, a new red light returned.

Yang Jian's figure flashed continuously.

One was erased.

Another one appears.

One disappeared.

Another one emerged from the lake's reflection.

Qin Taotao was deeply moved by what she saw.

This is not a simple dodge.

It is a confrontation on a supernatural level.

The old man is erasing the poplar branches.

Yang Jian, however, was using the Ghost Domain to layer himself into more layers that could not be erased all at once.

There was no loud noise in this confrontation.

There was no explosion.

However, the level of danger far exceeded any battle Qin Taotao had ever experienced.

One wrong step and it's death on an existential level.

The old man suddenly grabbed forward with his hand.

In an instant, the three layers of ghostly domains surrounding Yang Jian vanished simultaneously.

Qin Taotao's expression changed.

The old man amplified the supernatural elements.

The erasure seemed to be tracing back to Yang Jian's location, no longer just erasing the spot in front of him.

Yang Jian paused slightly for the first time.

His right sleeve was also missing a section.

This shows that the old man's supernatural abilities really did encounter him.

But Yang Jian still did not back down.

He looked at the old man and slowly raised his hand.

"Let's end it here."

Three words.

It's very light.

But the moment it landed, the rules of the entire island seemed to be rewritten.

Qin Taotao was deeply shocked.

She felt an indescribable supernatural force emanating from Yang Jian.

This is not a ghost realm.

It's not a ghost.

It's not a ghost eye.

It's more like a wish.

A terrifying force that forcibly steers reality toward a certain outcome.

Words become law.

The power of the wishing ghost.

Yang Jian said it was over.

Therefore, this confrontation must end.

The old man's hand, which was about to be raised again, froze in mid-air.

The terrifying erasing power emanating from him was still surging.

But it could not continue falling.

It was as if an unseen command was overriding his rules.

He cannot move.

They cannot continue their attacks.

Qin Taotao stared blankly at this scene.

The old woman, who had almost driven her to the brink of death, actually stopped now.

It wasn't that they were killed.

It wasn't sealed away.

Instead, he was silenced by Yang Jian's words.

This gave her an indescribable sense of awe.

So this is Yang Jian's current level.

He is no longer simply a demon tamer.

He himself is like a walking, supernatural place.

Ghostly realm, ghostly shadows, ghostly eyes, wishing ghosts.

These terrifying supernatural phenomena piled up on him, but they did not break him.

Instead, he turned it into a weapon.

Qin Taotao suddenly understood why his traces were left deep in the Ghost Lake.

Why is everyone in the real world looking for him?

Because there are many things that only he can do.

Yang Jian walked towards the old man step by step.

The lake water receded at his feet.

The black mud dared not touch the soles of his shoes.

The suppression of the Ghost Lake seemed to have no effect on him.

The old man stood there, stiff and motionless.

His head was slightly lowered.

It looked like a corpse nailed to the surface of a lake.

Yang Jian walked up to him and stopped.

The two were less than a meter apart.

One is a guardian left over from the old era.

One is an outlier who is coming to an end in the new era.

Standing at the back, watching this scene, Qin Taotao suddenly felt an indescribable heaviness.

Yang Jian looked at the old man and said calmly:

"Since you have failed..."

"Then let's exit the stage of history peacefully."

The old man did not answer.

His lips were dry, cracked, and black.

The lividity on his face had merged into one patch.

Such a corpse should not be able to speak in the first place.

Qin Taotao didn't think he could talk either.

He is merely a corpse left over from the old era.

Even if there is still instinct, it is only an incomplete pattern.

Yang Jian ignored him.

He turned around and walked towards Qin Taotao.

As he approached, the pressure on Qin Taotao began to loosen.

She can finally move again.

The letter, which was almost rotten, stopped flowing.

The ghostly post office phantom behind him gradually stabilized, though it was much dimmer than before.

Qin Taotao opened her mouth.

She had so many questions to ask.

Where did Yang Jian go?

What lies deep within the mysterious lake?

Why can a door that has been erased be reopened?

But she hadn't uttered a single word.

A sudden change occurred.

The old man, who had been suppressed by the supernatural power of the wishing, suddenly moved.

His movements were stiff.

But it did move.

Yang Jian stopped in his tracks.

Qin Taotao's heart jumped instantly.

Did the old man break free?

But this time, the old man did not raise his hand.

There was no further release of the obliteration paranormal force.

He simply raised his head slowly.

On that lifeless face, the corners of his mouth slowly began to stretch into a smile.

That wasn't the sinister laugh of a vengeful ghost killing someone.

It wasn't a cold, menacing sight.

It was more like a corpse that had been silent for too long, finally remembering that it had once been human.

The old man smiled.

Very stiff.

It's also very ugly.

But he really did smile.

Then, a hoarse, almost inhuman voice squeezed out of his throat.

"That's true..."

Qin Taotao was startled.

He spoke.

The corpse actually spoke.

Yang Jian did not turn around, but stood still, his gaze shifting slightly.

The old man's cloudy eyes seemed to have gained a little more sparkle.

The expression on his face was very faint.

Like the last spark in the ashes.

It could go out at any time.

But it does exist.

The old man continued:

"We are all demon tamers abandoned by the times."

His voice was slow.

Every word seemed to be scraped out of a rotting throat.

The lake was eerily quiet.

There is no wind.

There were no waves.

Even the vengeful ghosts deep within the eerie lake seemed to be listening to him.

Qin Taotao's face was pale, but she did not interrupt.

She knew that the one speaking before her was no longer just a vengeful ghost.

Perhaps it's a remnant of the old era's consciousness.

Perhaps it was the last lingering obsession that was awakened by Yang Jian's words.

The old man looked at Yang Jian.

The smile on the dead man's face grew increasingly stiff.

But his tone carried an indescribable complexity.

"And you..."

He paused.

His cloudy eyes darted around, as if trying to see Yang Jian more clearly.

"It is the only one born from the superposition of countless eras."