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

Qin Taotao held her breath.

Yang Jian spoke slowly.

"Wait until I go to the real world."

She could tell that Yang Jian's decision to leave was not made on a whim.

He was already prepared.

They just never said it, and nobody knew.

Qin Taotao suddenly realized that her arrival at the Ghost Lake might not have been a coincidence.

Yang Jian didn't explain further; some things were better left unsaid.

He only needed to make Qin Taotao understand one thing.

He will return to reality.

And it wasn't about escaping back.

They were going back with the horror of a bizarre world.

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and looked at Qin Taotao.

"I will go to the real world in three days."

Qin Taotao was startled.

Three days.

This time is too short.

That was too sudden.

However, given the current situation, three days may be the last buffer.

Yang Jian continued, "However, at that time, all sorts of ghosts roamed freely."

Qin Taotao's face paled slightly.

A hundred ghosts appeared.

These four words, spoken by others, may simply be used to describe a disaster.

What comes out of Yang Jian's mouth will definitely become a reality.

Three days later, the ghosts in the eerie world, the ghosts in the real world, and all that has been suppressed will experience a violent collision.

No one will be able to stay out of it when the time comes.

Qin Taotao remained silent for a long time before finally nodding.

"I see."

She didn't ask why they weren't leaving now, nor did she ask what would happen in three days.

Yang Jian said three days later, so it must be three days later.

She has seen too much.

She knew that every decision Yang Jian made was not made casually.

The black coffin suddenly trembled.

The black smoke gushing out from the cracks in the coffin lid was even thicker.

The silt at the bottom of the lake was silently turned up, as if countless hands were trying to crawl out from below.

Qin Taotao's expression changed.

Yang Jian simply raised his hand.

A flash of red light.

The churned mud instantly subsided, and the black coffin was once again pressed down by a layer of cold, eerie light.

Qin Taotao was shocked.

The coffin is struggling to break free.

Yang Jian was using his own strength to forcefully suppress it.

This is not a seal.

It's more like a confrontation between two sources of supernatural forces.

Yang Jian can suppress it, but he can't suppress it forever.

Qin Taotao finally understood that time was really running out.

Yang Jian turned around.

"You should go back now."

Qin Taotao was stunned for a moment.

"Now?"

"Um."

Yang Jian said, "You need to bring this message back to reality."

Qin Taotao nodded.

She knew there was no point in her staying.

This lake bottom is not a place she can get involved in.

If she stays any longer, she will only become a burden.

Qin Taotao raised her hand, trying to activate the coordinates of the Ghost Post Office.

But as soon as she moved, the illusory image of the post office behind her began to shake violently.

Her face turned pale.

The power of the Ghost Post Office has been weakened after being erased by the old man and eroded by the Ghost Lake.

It will be difficult for her to steadily progress towards reality on her own.

Yang Jian glanced at her.

The next moment, a crimson ghostly domain enveloped everything.

The illusory image of the ghost post office behind Qin Taotao was forcibly pulled away.

A weathered post office door slowly emerges from the bottom of the lake.

The dim light inside the door came on.

Staircase, wall plaster, doorplate, mailbox.

These things, which shouldn't belong to the bottom of the lake, are now forcibly fixed here by Yang Jian's ghost domain.

Qin Taotao was deeply shaken.

She could feel that her connection with the Ghost Post Office had been re-established.

It was like a thread that was about to break, but was forcibly tied back by a hand.

Yang Jian said, "Use these coordinates to proceed."

Qin Taotao nodded.

She walked towards the post office door, and as she approached the entrance, she glanced back at Yang Jian.

In the darkness at the bottom of the lake, Yang Jian stood before the black coffin.

The red light and the black aura clashed with each other.

His figure wasn't tall, yet it seemed to weigh down the entire eerie world.

Qin Taotao whispered, "I'll be waiting for you in reality in three days."

Yang Jian did not turn around.

"Um."

Qin Taotao no longer hesitated.

She stepped into the post office.

The dim light instantly engulfed her, and countless footsteps came from behind the door, as if many messengers were running in the darkness.

But this time, the footsteps were no longer frightening.

Because she knew that the path had already been fixed by Yang Jian.

She will not get lost.

The post office doors slowly closed, leaving only Yang Jian and the black coffin at the bottom of the lake once again.

The black mist inside the coffin churned continuously.

It seemed that the beings inside had become even more restless after Qin Taotao left.

Yang Jian stood there, gazing at it for a long time.

Then, he slowly began to speak.

"Is everything ready?"

His voice echoed across the lakebed, sounding as if he were asking about the contents of the black coffin.

But that's not actually the case.

He wasn't asking the female corpse, but the ghost behind him.

next moment.

A sudden gust of cold wind swept up from the bottom of the lake.

The wind came from who-knows-where.

It blew across the black mud, across the coffins, and across the edge of the red ghost realm.

Then, a series of figures appeared behind Yang Jian.

Those figures were wearing theatrical costumes.

Their faces were painted with pale greasepaint, some wore tattered headdresses, some held gongs and drums in their hands, and some had sleeves dragging on the ground, looking like actors who had crawled out of a grave.

They are not human.

They are ghosts from a theatrical troupe.

Once bound by a bizarre world and driven by its rules, I performed, killed, and waited in one dungeon after another.

At this moment, they all appeared behind Yang Jian.

There was no roaring.

There was no attack.

All the actors and ghosts in the opera troupe knelt down in unison.

His sleeves were spread out on the black mud, but they didn't get dirty at all.

The ghost from the opera troupe at the very front bowed his head and said in a hoarse yet respectful voice, "Of course."

Two simple words, yet they conveyed an irrepressible excitement.

They have waited far too long for this day.

Yang Jian did not turn around; his gaze remained fixed on the black coffin.

"Once you return to the real world, all the shackles on you will be removed."

As soon as these words were spoken, the actors kneeling on the ground all trembled.

Their costumes moved without any wind.

A cold light shone in pairs of lifeless eyes.

shackles.

This is something they can't get rid of.

They cannot leave at will.

They cannot be truly free.

But Yang and Jian are different.

He swallowed a ghost.

It overpowered the ghost.

The rules have been changed.

If he wanted, he could pull these vengeful spirits out of their original order.

Of course, this comes at a price.

But for Yang Jian, the price was worth it.

Yang Jian continued:

"I grant you the power of freedom."

The ghost in the opera troupe's breathing became heavy.

Although they shouldn't be breathing.

But at this moment, those rotting chests seemed to rise and fall again.

Yang Jian's voice turned cold.

"But only for the eerie."

The eerie wind at the bottom of the lake stopped for a moment.

All the ghosts in the opera troupe bowed their heads at the same time, understanding the meaning of Yang Jian's words.

Back in reality, they can kill ghosts, devour ghosts, and cleanse the supernatural.

However, it is unacceptable to act arbitrarily against ordinary people.

This is not a matter for discussion.

It is an order.

If they disobey, Yang Jian can grant them freedom, or he can take it back himself.

The foremost member of the opera troupe had his forehead pressed against the ground.

"As you wish."

Yang Jian then nodded slightly.

He said slowly, "When the supernatural era ends, I can keep you in reality."

"Establish...the underworld."

Hell.

The moment those two words were uttered, the entire lakebed seemed to tremble.