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

The path beneath the crack was deeper than Qin Taotao had imagined.

She followed behind Yang Jian.

The red light spread out beneath their feet, isolating them from the black water that kept seeping from both sides.

This doesn't look like the bottom of a lake.

It's more like a road that's been forcibly nailed to the depths of the eerie lake.

There was no sound from all around.

Only Qin Taotao's own breathing sounded exceptionally clear in this narrow passage.

She glanced back.

The small island in the middle of the lake behind us is no longer visible.

The old man can no longer see.

But the feeling of being targeted and erased still lingered in her consciousness.

She knew she almost died.

It's not death.

Instead, it was erased from this world.

This kind of fear is far more suffocating than an attack by a vengeful ghost.

Yang Jian walked ahead.

He walked slowly.

But with each step, the black water in the passage would recede to the sides, as if it dared not approach.

Qin Taotao watched his retreating figure, her feelings complicated.

She had seen many powerful ghost tamers, as well as people like Luo Qian who stood at the top of the real world.

But Yang Jian gave her a different feeling.

Luo Qian is like a cold city, while Yang Jian is more like a walking, supernatural forbidden zone.

Wherever he stands, his rules will govern that area.

Qin Taotao couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?"

Yang Jian didn't turn around, "to the very bottom of the Ghost Lake."

Qin Taotao paused slightly.

The deepest part of the mysterious lake.

These words sound light, but they carry a heavy weight.

The source of the mysterious lake is even deeper!

She's been there.

She knew what terrifying things were buried inside.

The further down you go...

Qin Taotao could feel her supernatural abilities being suppressed.

The power of the Ghost Post Office shrank behind her, like a light that could be extinguished at any moment.

Yang Jian had already managed to calm down the letter.

The water stains on the seal's surface were still wet, as if it had been eroded by the mysterious lake, leaving indelible marks.

Qin Taotao looked down at her wrist.

The missing piece still hasn't healed; it's not a wound, there's no blood, and no granulation tissue.

There was only a blank space.

She understood that this kind of erasure was probably beyond what ordinary supernatural methods could compensate for.

Yang Jian seemed to know what she was looking at.

He said calmly, "Once we return to reality, there will be a way to handle it."

Qin Taotao paused for a moment, then nodded.

She didn't ask what the method was.

Because now is not the time to ask these questions.

The passage continues downwards.

The walls began to get damp, and black water dripped from above, but it didn't fall on them.

Yang Jian's ghost domain was like a thin red film, keeping everything outside.

At the end, a wide-open space suddenly appeared ahead.

Qin Taotao looked up.

Her pupils contracted sharply; it was a vast underwater space.

Above us was a thick, seemingly endless expanse of black water, and beneath our feet lay silt that had accumulated over countless years.

In the center of this dark lakebed, there lies a coffin.

A black coffin.

The coffin wasn't large, but the moment it appeared, Qin Taotao froze completely.

This wasn't the first time she'd seen a coffin.

Coffins are not uncommon in bizarre events.

But this black coffin is different.

It is not open.

But it had already given Qin Taotao the illusion that her body was about to be dragged in.

A thick layer of black mist swirled around the surface of the black coffin.

The black mist surged and churned, as if something inside was breathing.

Even more frightening is that one corner of the coffin lid has already curled up slightly.

Wisps of black gas emerged from the cracks, spreading to the bottom of the lake, only to be pushed back by some force.

Qin Taotao's expression changed instantly.

She finally understood why Yang Jian had stayed here all this time.

The coffin is being opened, and it can't be kept closed for much longer.

Yang Jian stopped in his tracks.

He stood not far from the black coffin, calmly watching it.

"See?"

Qin Taotao's throat felt a little dry.

She nodded.

Yang Jian said, "This coffin is being opened."

His tone remained calm.

But Qin Taotao felt a chill in her heart when she heard this.

Yang Jian continued, "If I leave now, this coffin will open completely."

"At that time, it won't be just one city that gets out of control."

"Instead, it's a bizarre and complete resurgence."

Qin Taotao did not speak.

She stared at the black coffin, her heart pounding faster and faster.

She could sense an indescribable supernatural force hidden inside the coffin.

That kind of supernatural phenomenon wasn't caused by a single ghost.

It's more like a source.

Once released, everything suppressed in the real world will be affected.

This is no ordinary disaster.

This marked the beginning of the complete collapse of the supernatural era.

Qin Taotao took a deep breath.

"I know."

Her voice was very low.

Of course she knew.

She finally understood why Yang Jian, despite being able to leave, had not left.

It's not that it's impossible.

Rather, it's inappropriate.

Once he leaves, the balance here will be lost.

But this balance itself can't last much longer.

Qin Taotao looked at the black coffin and suddenly gave a bitter smile.

"But there's no point in just staying here."

Yang Jian glanced at her sideways.

Qin Taotao gritted her teeth.

She knew her words were somewhat cruel, but she said them anyway.

"The eerie will revive sooner or later."

"You're just stalling for time by staying here."

"But something has already happened in the real world."

"Luo Qian and his group won't last much longer, and neither will Donghai City."

"Instead of staying in this eerie world and watching this coffin slowly open, it's better to go to the real world."

"At least there, you can do more."

After saying this, Qin Taotao fell silent.

The bottom of the lake became very quiet.

The black mist inside the coffin was still churning, as if mocking their futile struggle.

Yang Jian did not answer immediately.

He looked at the black coffin, and after a moment, he suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it stunned Qin Taotao.

His smile wasn't one of happiness.

It's more like someone who already knew the answer is hearing someone else say the same thing.

"That's true."

Yang Jian said.

Qin Taotao's heart skipped a beat.

Yang Jian raised his head and looked at the thick black water above the lake bottom. His gaze seemed to pierce through the eerie lake and see into the distance.

"Staying here won't make much of a difference."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qin Taotao suddenly felt a chill that she couldn't describe.

It did not come from the Ghost Lake.

Rather, it comes from the meaning behind Yang Jian's words.

He knew it all along; he always knew.

The progress bar for the role-playing game that Yang Jian could see was not moved for a long time.

No matter how many vengeful spirits are swallowed in this eerie world, or how many sources are suppressed, the progress cannot be increased.

This means that he is nearing his limit here.

They continued to guard the coffin, simply waiting.

Waiting for the black coffin to completely spiral out of control.

Waiting for the real world to collapse.

We await the worst possible outcome for the supernatural era.

Yang Jian disliked passively waiting.

I've never liked it.

So he's been waiting for another opportunity.

An opportunity that would allow him to leave and turn this out-of-control situation into the one he needed.

Qin Taotao looked at him and vaguely understood something.

"Have you been waiting all this time?"

Yang Jian did not deny it.

"Um."

"What are you waiting for?"

Yang Jian calmly said, "Wait for the most suitable opportunity."