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

One of the officials hesitated, saying, "What if the locals misjudge and mistake them for new paranormal events?"

Qin Taotao's eyes turned cold.

"Then tell them."

"These are people from Yangjian."

After those words were spoken, the conference room fell silent for a moment once more.

People from Yangjian.

It sounds absurd.

Because those are not human.

Instead, they were a group of ghosts.

But now nobody thinks this is wrong.

Since those ghosts obeyed Yang Jian's orders, they were Yang Jian's power.

The order was quickly relayed.

Emergency communication channels in various locations received the highest-level instructions from headquarters.

Local authorities are prohibited from interfering in any area where a red-clad opera troupe is found.

Do not fire.

Do not approach.

Keep the area locked down and wait for the paranormal events to subside.

When the news spread, the officials in various regions were initially stunned.

Until they saw the footage from the scene.

Those vengeful spirits that had previously left them helpless were devoured piece by piece by the red-clothed ghost.

Many people fell silent.

Then came an overwhelming sense of ecstasy.

There has been no good news in Kyushu for far too long.

Since the full recovery began, every day has brought bad news.

The city is out of contact.

Population deaths.

The ghost realm is expanding.

The headquarters lacks sufficient combat power.

This oppressive atmosphere made it almost impossible for everyone to breathe.

But now, they finally see signs of a counterattack.

It wasn't a forced resistance.

It's not about delaying the process.

It's not a cleanup, but a real cleanup.

One by one, the vengeful ghosts were devoured.

One by one, the paranormal events subsided.

The area that was shrouded in darkness was once again illuminated.

This is a shot in the arm for everyone.

Inside the meeting room.

Technicians continuously report the latest data.

"The paranormal phenomena in Luohe District have disappeared."

"The ghost footprint incident on the outskirts of Nanjiang City has been confirmed closed."

"The incident involving the paper doll building in Jiangbei No. 3 District has been confirmed closed."

"The 'ghost mud' incident in southwestern villages has subsided, and drones are being deployed to confirm it."

"The Ghost Bell incident in the North District has stopped; the red-clothed ghost has left."

One message after another came in.

Each one felt like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's hearts.

This time, however, it wasn't a crushing blow.

It is a heavy hammer that makes people stand up straight again.

Someone couldn't help but laugh.

The laughter was soft, but it quickly spread to others.

They are not unaware that the crisis is still ongoing.

They haven't forgotten the threat from Donghai City either.

But they desperately need this kind of news.

As Qin Taotao looked at the screen, the weight that had been pressing on her heart finally eased a little.

She knew the real trouble was yet to come.

Luo Qian is still in Donghai City.

The ghost painting has not been found yet.

The Peach Blossom Spring Project may still be launched.

Li Yao is still trapped inside the ghost painting, her fate unknown.

At least now, Kyushu is no longer on the defensive.

Yang Jian's power has already manifested.

This is enough.

An older manager walked up to Qin Taotao and whispered, "Captain Qin, should we try contacting Yang Jian?"

Qin Taotao was silent for a moment.

Of course she wanted to contact them.

The problem is, they don't have Yang Jian's way of contacting him.

Or rather, Yang Jian will naturally appear whenever he wants to.

He doesn't want to show up, and nobody can find him.

Looking at the increasing number of red dots on the map, Qin Taotao slowly said, "No need."

"The fact that he allowed the opera troupe ghosts to appear means that he knows the current situation in Kyushu."

"He will come looking for us."

The old manager nodded.

But there was still some worry in his eyes.

"In Donghai City..."

Qin Taotao looked at another screen.

Donghai City remains covered in grave soil.

That area looked like a piece had been cut out of the Kyushu map.

No signal.

No one was entering or leaving.

There is no normal order.

Luo Qian's blockade is still in effect.

That's the most dangerous place right now.

This is also the place where the Peach Blossom Spring Project is most likely to be implemented.

Qin Taotao's eyes turned cold.

"Keep an eye on it."

"Yang Jian is back, and they will definitely know."

"From now on, Donghai City will no longer be as quiet as before."

Everyone in the conference room felt a chill run down their spines.

Yes.

The fact that the opera troupe was cleaning up such a large-scale paranormal event couldn't have been kept secret from Luo Qian and his group.

Yang Jian's appearance is a source of hope for Kyushu.

For those ghost tamers of the previous era, they were a threat.

A real conflict may be coming soon.

But this time, the panic in the meeting room was gone.

Because they know that in reality, there is finally someone who can stand up for them.

That person is not a weapon from headquarters.

I am not anyone's pawn.

He is Yang Jian.

An existence that can even devour ghosts.

Qin Taotao looked at the last frame on the screen.

In the scene, a ghost dressed as a member of a theatrical troupe stands in front of a pile of ruins.

It had just devoured a vengeful ghost, and the paint on its face cracked, revealing a strange and empty smile.

In the past, such a scene would have only inspired fear.

But now, everyone in the conference room looked at it as if they saw a glimmer of hope for survival.

Qin Taotao slowly stood up.

Her body is still weak.

But her voice became firm again.

"Pass the word down."

"All departments in Kyushu are preparing for a counterattack."

"The area where the paranormal event was cleared by the opera troupe ghosts was immediately restored to order, and the survivors were relocated."

"We cannot waste the time that Yang Jian has bought for us."

Everyone responded in unison.

At that moment, the lights in the conference room seemed to brighten up a bit.

The sky outside remained overcast.

The fog still shrouds many parts of Kyushu.

That cemetery in Donghai City still feels like a huge grave weighing on everyone's hearts.

But the difference is...

A glimmer of light has appeared in the darkness.

Those were the red costumes of the opera troupe, and also a signal of Yang Jian's return.