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

Meanwhile, in Donghai City.

It's as if someone forcibly cut a piece out of the Kyushu map.

The grave mounds were covered with earth, and a grayish-black mist drifted along the ground.

From a distance, the entire city looks like it's buried in a giant tomb.

There is no wind.

No sound.

There was only a suffocating, deathly silence.

A young man stood in front of a grave mound.

He looked young, even quite handsome, but the look in his eyes was cold, colder than a young man's.

"We were still a step too slow."

The voice that came from his mouth carried an old age that did not belong to his age.

Behind him, another figure emerged from the darkness.

It was a woman.

She had a slender figure, but her face was unusually pale, and her eyes were equally terrifyingly deep.

You're right.

The woman spoke, her voice sounding like an old man's, "However, now that we have the ghost painting, we are not necessarily going to lose."

The young man raised his head.

He gazed at the area surrounded by graves ahead, his expression unwavering.

"Getting the drawing is just the first step."

"We still have people at headquarters."

"That little guy who gained the power to control the puppet ghost will also become our help at crucial moments."

He paused for a moment after saying this.

"After all, that person's consciousness is still intact."

The woman paused for a moment, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

"As long as we truly have the Ghost Painting in our hands, the Peach Blossom Spring Project can still be launched."

"The Nine Provinces are now in chaos."

"Headquarters is tied down, Donghai City is under lockdown, and Yang Jian is not here."

"This is the best opportunity."

The young man nodded slowly.

"Let's begin then."

"For our time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and placed it on the grave soil.

The next moment, an extremely terrifying supernatural power erupted from his body.

The power was somber and cold, like countless graves opening simultaneously.

The soil in the grave began to move.

In the depths of darkness, tiny cracks spread out, as if trying to force something back from its slumber.

The ghost painting is located beneath this grave.

Or rather, this was one of the places where the ghost painting was suppressed and landed.

The young man's expression remained unchanged, but he continued to exert force with his palm.

He was channeling his supernatural powers to forcefully suppress the ghost painting.

As long as the Ghost Painting's resistance can be suppressed, and its "owner" can be changed, making Li Yao completely lose control of the Ghost Painting and replace it with someone from their side, then the Peach Blossom Spring Project can be restarted.

Everything can start over.

This time, they will not give Kyushu any chance to breathe.

In the darkness, the woman also raised her hand and pressed it down with him.

The two terrifying forces combined, causing the surrounding grave soil to tremble.

the other side.

In the world of ghost paintings.

Li Yao was originally in a daze.

She seemed to be dragged into a deep sleep by something, her consciousness gradually sinking, and her body becoming heavier and heavier.

But just then, she suddenly opened her eyes.

The scene before her was not familiar.

It wasn't the Qin Taotao she saw before she fell asleep.

Instead, they were two complete strangers.

A young man.

a woman.

The two men stood in front of her, their expressions cold, as if they were waiting for her to wake up.

Li Yao instantly became alert and asked sharply, "Who are you?"

No one answered her.

The young man glanced at her, then suddenly pressed his hand down.

boom!

A force suppressing the vengeful spirit descended instantly.

Li Yao felt as if the air around her had been sucked away, and she felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on her.

The power of the ghost painting within her immediately began to resist.

The surrounding scenery suddenly distorted.

The once tranquil world in the painting suddenly became frenzied.

The ground undulated like paper, the colors on the horizon peeled away layer by layer, and the distant scenery kept distorting, as if an invisible hand was frantically tearing the painting apart.

Li Yao's expression changed slightly.

She was unaware of what was happening outside.

But she knew very well.

These two people came for her.

Moreover, they want to steal the ghost painting.

"What do you want to do!"

Li Yao let out a low shout and forcibly mobilized the power of the Ghost Painting, causing layers of eerie gray-white light and shadow to surge around them.

The light and shadow were like the landscape in the painting, or like countless crumpled pieces of paper, instantly enveloping the young man and woman.

But the suppression of the youth was too strong.

He possessed Zhou Heng's body, and although the supernatural abilities he could activate were incomplete, the foundation of his consciousness was extremely deep.

His attacks were extremely ruthless and cold-blooded; they didn't seem like he was fighting a person at all, but rather like he was directly crushing a supernatural object.

Li Yao's body jolted violently.

The ground beneath her feet sank slightly, as if she were being dragged into a deeper dream.

My eyelids started to feel heavy.

Everything in front of me became blurry.

Sleepiness washed over me like a tidal wave.

not good.

Li Yao's heart tightened, and she immediately bit her tongue.

The pain briefly brought her to consciousness.

But that feeling of being asleep was still pressing down on me relentlessly.

She knew that once she actually fell asleep, she didn't need to think about what would happen next.

The ghost painting will be taken away.

She will also be erased.

The Nine Provinces are finished too.

"Wake up!"

Li Yao struggled to raise her hand, and the scene around her suddenly changed.

Twisted black lines emerged from the void, like paintbrushes scribbling haphazardly in mid-air, forcefully blocking the oppressive force.

But the young man just stared at her coldly.

"sucker Punch."

He increased the pressure on his hands again.

In the darkness, Li Yao felt her consciousness being pulled downwards little by little, as if it were being peeled away from her body.

Her face turned pale, and her body began to sway slightly.

If this continues, she really can't hold on any longer.

Just then.

A red figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

The figure arrived extremely quickly.

It was so fast it was as if it had stepped right out of a painting.

Red coat.

A pale face.

There's also that eerie atmosphere that sends chills down your spine.

Li Yao was taken aback at first, then her pupils suddenly contracted.

"A ghost opera troupe?"

She blurted it out almost without thinking.

The young man opposite him frowned at that moment.

"Unexpectedly, even one of the pinnacle powers of the supernatural era would choose to submit."

His voice was cold.

But the red-clad ghost didn't utter a sound.

It simply stood there, and the next moment, it took action.

There was no probing.

Without hesitation.

From the very first move, it's a pure clash of the supernatural.

The red-clad opera troupe ghost stepped forward, and the surrounding ghostly world seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand. The red hem of his clothes flashed in the darkness, bringing with it a chilling gust of wind.

It has a fierce aura.

His fierceness made Li Yao's heart skip a beat.

That wasn't the aura of an ordinary vengeful ghost.

It was a terror that had been completely tamed and used specifically to hunt its own kind.

The young man's eyes immediately darkened.

He was trying to suppress the ghost painting, that's for sure.

But he didn't expect that a troupe of ghosts would appear at Li Yao's place at this time.

Moreover, it was a red-clad layer.

"court death."

The young man did not back down; instead, he faced the attack head-on.

A dark, eerie mass, like grave soil, pressed down and collided with the ghostly red-clad opera troupe.

With a loud bang.

The world of ghost paintings trembled violently.

The surrounding scenery seemed to have been torn to pieces by two forces; the sky cracked, the ground collapsed, and the distant mountain shadows faded layer by layer.

Li Yao was so shocked that she staggered backward and almost fell to the ground.

She looked up at the two colliding supernatural entities, and a huge wave surged in her heart.

This ghost in red, from the opera troupe, actually came to help her.

Before she could even catch her breath, the young man spoke.

"Make your move!"

On the other side, Zhang Bo, who was controlling Li Yue's body, immediately moved.

He hadn't spoken until now, when he seemed to realize something, and his face instantly turned extremely ugly.

"gold!"

He practically shouted it out.

The next moment, golden light suddenly appeared.

He activated one golden supernatural object after another, and they intertwined to form a golden cage in a short moment, trapping the red-clad opera troupe ghost inside.

Gold has a natural ability to counteract the supernatural.

Even a vengeful ghost at the level of red-clothed beings will be greatly weakened.

At that moment, the aura emanating from the red-clad opera troupe ghost indeed faltered.

The red hem of her dress hung suspended in mid-air, as if bound by invisible chains.

A cold glint flashed in the young man's eyes, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Solve it first."

"As long as we suppress this vengeful ghost, Li Yao won't be able to escape."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure from his hand fell on Li Yao again.

Li Yao had just caught her breath when her face paled even more.

The red-clad opera troupe ghost was trapped, and she could feel that suffocating sleepiness returning.

It's even stronger than before.

She gritted her teeth, her nails digging into her palms.

can not sleep.

You absolutely cannot sleep.

But just then...

Zhang Bo's expression suddenly changed.

"wrong!"

He looked up abruptly, his eyes showing obvious shock for the first time.

"Many supernatural forces are converging on Donghai City!"

"It's not a vengeful ghost from some strange world!"

"It's something else!"

The young man noticed it too, and his expression darkened slightly.

Those auras were rapidly approaching from all directions.

It's very mixed.

It's a mess.

But each dish carried a familiar, chilling red hue.

Zhang Bo's voice suddenly turned low.

"The other ghosts in the opera troupe!"

The young man's eyes suddenly narrowed.

He finally realized that the red-clad opera troupe ghost he had captured was not the complete form at all.

It is only a part that has been dispersed.

A fragment ghost.

The ghosts in the opera troupe have never been able to stand at the pinnacle of the supernatural era because of a single ghost.

Instead, they were a group of ghosts.

Once these ghosts start to gather, the truly terrifying things will begin to appear.

And now.

They are all heading this way.

Li Yao overheard their conversation and her heart skipped a beat.

She didn't know why the ghost from the opera troupe had come.

But she knew it couldn't be a coincidence.

Just when she was about to lose consciousness, the red-clad opera troupe ghost trapped in the golden cage suddenly raised its head.

Its face was expressionless.

But the next moment, the golden cage emitted a teeth-grinding grinding sound.

It felt like something was hitting it from the outside.

a bit.

Two times.

Three times.

And it's not just one direction.

Zhang Bo suddenly took a step back, his expression completely changing.

He can feel it.

More and more supernatural phenomena have entered the area of ​​Donghai City.

Those figures in red are approaching.

a lot of.

a lot of.