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

Yang Jian remained silent.

A huge wave of emotions surged within Qin Taotao.

The only one born from the superposition of countless eras.

This statement carries immense weight.

It doesn't sound like a compliment.

It's more like a judgment made by someone who crawled out of the wreckage of the old era about those who came after.

Yang Jian is not a product of any particular era.

He has too many supernatural elements about him.

Ghost eyes, ghost shadows, ghost lakes, wishing ghosts, and many more things that Qin Taotao couldn't see through.

These powers originally belonged to different ghosts, different events, and different eras.

But now, it all comes down to him alone.

He seems to be an anomaly that only emerged when the supernatural era reached a certain extreme.

The old man continued to look at Yang Jian.

His body began to stiffen.

It was as if the consciousness that had just briefly awakened was being swallowed up by the corpse again.

But he still said his last words.

"With you."

"Perhaps it can really end the era of the paranormal."

These words were spoken.

The small island in the middle of the lake was completely quiet.

Qin Taotao stood there, stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

End the era of the supernatural.

These words are like an impossible dream for any ghost tamer.

The supernatural cannot be eliminated.

The vengeful spirit cannot be killed.

Humans can only seal them away, imprison them, and delay the inevitable.

Generation after generation of demon tamers risked their lives to plug those loopholes, yet the world continued to rot away, little by little.

The people of the old era failed.

The demon tamers of the Republic of China failed.

The real world is also spiraling out of control.

But now.

The old man guarding the mysterious lake said something like this to Yang Jian.

perhaps.

It can really end.

Yang Jian stood still, showing no expression in response to those words.

His face remained calm.

It was as if this was neither praise nor prophecy, but simply a result that he needed to accomplish.

The smile on the old man's face gradually disappeared.

The last glimmer of light in his eyes began to dim.

Lividity returned to cover his face.

The traces of humanity are fading away.

Finally, he transformed back into the corpse standing on the eerie lake.

The corpse of a loser.

The body of a guardian.

A corpse abandoned by the times, yet still performing its final duties.

Yang Jian glanced at him.

They did not make any further moves.

The old man did not move again.

The power to erase the supernatural was suppressed back into his body, as if it had temporarily subsided.

Qin Taotao walked to Yang Jian's side.

Her steps were still a little unsteady.

The missing piece of flesh on her wrist was still empty, but she didn't care about that anymore.

She looked at the old man and asked in a low voice:

Will he... wake up again?

Yang Jian said calmly:

"meeting."

Qin Taotao's heart sank.

Yang Jian then said:

"But not now."

Qin Taotao remained silent.

She knew that was enough.

For an entity of this caliber, being able to stop it and buy it time is itself an incredible feat.

Yang Jian turned around and looked at the crack that had reappeared.

The entrance that had been erased has now reappeared in the center of the island.

The stone steps extend downwards.

The black water is flowing backwards.

The trace belonging to the ghost still lingers on the steps.

Qin Taotao looked at the passage and her heart tightened.

She finally made it here.

They finally found Yang Jian.

But she knew even more clearly that the road ahead was no longer a place she could casually step into.

Yang Jian did not explain immediately.

He simply raised his hand.

With a gentle swirl of the red ghostly domain, the illusory image of the Ghost Post Office behind Qin Taotao was stabilized.

The rotten letter was closed again, and the lake water stopped flowing out.

Qin Taotao felt her almost severed supernatural connection being forcibly pulled back.

She looked at Yang Jian, her voice a little hoarse.

"You've been down there the whole time?"

Yang Jian did not evade the question.

"Um."

Qin Taotao asked:

"The door was erased, how did you get out?"

Yang Jian looked at the crack, his tone calm.

"He can wipe the door shut."

"But I can't erase the path I've already walked."

Qin Taotao's heart skipped a beat.

This sentence sounds simple.

But she knew that the meaning behind it was extremely terrifying.

The path Yang Jian walked has been fixed by his supernatural powers.

Even if the old man wiped away the entrance, he could not completely erase the traces left by Yang Jian.

That's why he was able to walk out of a door that no longer existed.

This is Yang Jian today.

He has already managed to establish his own rules in this level of supernatural confrontation.

Qin Taotao took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

She had so much more to say.

Luo Qian.

The real world.

Donghai City.

The old era is awakening.

But Yang Jian seemed to already know what she was going to say.

He looked at the distant lake, his gaze eerily calm.

"I know something's happened outside."

Qin Taotao's heart skipped a beat.

"and you……"

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze.

"Let's get out of here first."

Qin Taotao nodded.

She didn't ask any more questions.

Because she understood that Yang Jian's appearance meant things would no longer develop in the original direction.

On the small island in the middle of the lake, the old man is still standing.

He kept his head down and remained motionless.

It looks like a statue that has been soaked and rotten in water.

But Qin Taotao knew that if the statue raised its hand again, it could still erase everything.

Yang Jian walked past him.

There was no attempt to avoid it.

There was no fear.

The old man didn't stop him.

The losers of the old era stood still.

Outcasts of the new era passed before him.

At that moment, Qin Taotao suddenly felt as if she were witnessing some kind of transition.

It's not a victory.

It's not a reconciliation either.

It was a broken era that finally made way for those who came after.

The black water slowly receded.

The cracks have stabilized again.

Yang Jian's ghostly domain enveloped Qin Taotao, isolating her from the ghostly lake.

Qin Taotao took one last look at the old man.

The old man neither laughed nor spoke again.

The statement just now, "Perhaps it really can end the era of the supernatural," seemed like the last breath left in a corpse.

But Qin Taotao knew.

She will not forget.

Yang Jian will not forget it either.

Because this statement is not a blessing.

It's more like a delegation.

A loser's final entrustment to those who come after.

Yang Jian walked forward.

Red light spread out.

A gap was torn open in the darkness of the eerie lake.

Qin Taotao followed behind him, her mind filled with countless questions, but she remained silent.

All she knew was that she had survived.

Yang Jian returned.

This is enough.