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

The deathly silence of Donghai City was broken by a series of eerie collision sounds.

The sound wasn't loud, but it felt like it was striking everyone's heart.

Inside the golden cage, the red-clad opera troupe ghost slowly raised its head.

Its face was still pale.

No expression.

But at that moment, the red dress moved without any wind.

Outside the cage, one red shadow after another was approaching.

They emerged from the grave soil.

Emerging from the black fog.

It appears at the end of empty streets.

Each figure is incomplete.

Some are missing heads.

Some are missing a hand.

Some of them were wearing tattered theatrical costumes.

Others had strange makeup on their faces and empty eyes, as if they had been dead for countless years.

But their auras all pointed to the same place.

Ghost drawing.

Li Yao.

And there's that trapped red-clad opera troupe ghost.

Zhang Bo's expression grew increasingly grim.

He could sense that those things were coming together.

Once these pieces are completely put together, the ghost in front of you will no longer be an ordinary red-clothed vengeful spirit.

Rather, it was one of the beings that once stood at the pinnacle of the supernatural era.

That kind of thing shouldn't have appeared at this time.

We shouldn't stand against them.

"We can't wait any longer."

Luo Qian's voice was low.

He possessed Zhou Heng's body, but at this moment, a coldness that was completely out of place for his age appeared on his young face.

Zhang Bo remained silent.

He simply nodded.

Both of them understood.

If they continue to entangle themselves with these opera troupes, they will lose their last chance.

The ghost painting was already right in front of us.

Li Yao is also about to reach her limit.

As long as they suppress Li Yao and forcibly seize control of Guihua, the Peach Blossom Spring Project will still have a chance to be launched.

But if the ghosts in the opera troupe were to completely unite, it would be too late.

Luo Qian took a step forward.

A chilling, eerie power, like that of grave soil, spread from beneath his feet, causing sections of the painted world around him to collapse.

It's as if this painting was pressed into the mud from the outside.

Zhang Bo also moved.

The golden supernatural object continuously emitted a blinding golden light, forcefully resisting the resistance of the red-clad opera troupe ghost.

His target was not this ghost either.

It was Li Yao.

Li Yao's face was deathly pale.

She could sense that the power of the ghost painting was being gradually stripped away by the outside world.

The control that originally belonged to her was as if it were being gripped by a cold hand and forcibly pulled away.

That feeling is very painful.

It's not physical pain.

It is the pain of having one's consciousness torn apart.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes bloodshot.

We cannot let go.

Once they let go, the ghost painting will fall into the hands of these people.

She didn't know what the Peach Blossom Spring Project was.

But she knew that these people were definitely not trying to save Kyushu.

Their eyes were so cold.

It was so cold it felt like looking at a tool.

"Can't hold on any longer?"

Luo Qian walked over step by step.

With each step Li Yao took, the scene around her dimmed a little.

The world of ghost paintings is trembling.

Cracks began to appear in the ground beneath her feet.

A deep drowsiness washed over her again, almost overwhelming her completely.

Zhang Bo followed closely behind.

The golden light trapped the red-clad opera troupe ghosts completely.

The jigsaw puzzle ghosts that were rushing over from afar were slowed down for a moment by the chaos of the ghost painting world.

This moment was enough for them.

Luo Qian raised his hand.

His hand was pale, thin, and carried the damp smell of a grave.

As long as this hand is placed on Li Yao's forehead, her consciousness will be completely suppressed.

The owner of the ghost painting can also have their story rewritten.

Li Yao's pupils contracted.

She wanted to back away.

But I can't move my body.

That pressure was too strong.

The ghostly power within her roared and resisted, but it still struggled against the combined forces of Luo Qian and Zhang Bo.

Luo Qian's hand was getting closer and closer.

One inch.

Half an inch.

It was about to touch Li Yao's brow.

But at this very moment...

The entire ghostly world suddenly froze.

Luo Qian's hand froze in mid-air.

The golden light that Zhang Bo was urging also stopped.

The hem of the red-clad opera troupe ghost's robe froze in mid-air.

The collapsing sky in the distance, the cracked ground, and the falling gray-white scraps of paper all stopped.

Even the terror in Li Yao's eyes seemed to be frozen in that instant.

Time stopped.

The space also stopped.

Everything was forcibly frozen in place by an indescribable supernatural force.

For the first time, Luo Qian's expression changed.

That's not fear.

Instead, it was solemn.

Extremely solemn.

"They're here."

He spoke slowly.

The sound seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

A figure emerged from the darkness ahead.

That's a woman.

She was wearing a red wedding dress and a red veil over her head.

The red veil fell down, covering her face.

She walked very slowly.

Each step landed silently.

But after she appeared, this ghostly world seemed to completely lose its ability to flow.

She suppressed all supernatural forces.

She wasn't the red-clad opera troupe ghost from before.

She is more complete.

It's even more terrifying.

The aura emanating from her was like the most important piece of the puzzle in the ghost story of the opera troupe.

If the previous red-clad ghost was merely a sharp knife...

So the female ghost with the red veil in front of us is the hand holding the knife.

Li Yao's consciousness was not completely frozen.

She stared at the figure with difficulty, her heart trembling violently.

She didn't know who the ghost was.

But she knew that her chance to survive had come.

The female ghost with the red veil raised her head.

The veil was not lifted.

But everyone could sense that she was looking at Luo Qian and Zhang Bo.

The next moment, she made her move.

There was no warning whatsoever.

A pale hand emerged from the sleeve of the red wedding dress.

That hand was slender and white, yet it carried a suffocating chill.

She simply pressed her hand forward.

The still space suddenly collapsed toward Luo Qian and Zhang Bo.

It's not a crash.

It's compression, not compression.

It was as if their position had been forcibly folded into a sheet of paper.

Luo Qian grunted.

The soil beneath his feet exploded, and black, supernatural power surged up like a tide, resisting the oppressive force of the still space.

Zhang Bo's face also darkened.

The gold items on his body vibrated incessantly, emitting a harsh scraping sound.

The sound was extremely unpleasant, like metal scraping against the bones of a vengeful ghost.

"So strong."

Zhang Bo's voice was deep.

The appearance of this female ghost completely disrupted their rhythm.

Her appearance froze the entire ghostly world.

If it weren't for the strong supernatural abilities within the bodies they occupied, that attack would have been enough to render them incapable of moving.

Luo Qian did not answer.

His expression grew even colder.

The scent of grave soil emanating from his body surged continuously, and illusory mounds of earth appeared behind him.

Those mounds were not ordinary graves.

Each grave seemed to contain something terrible.

At that moment, a crack appeared in all the graves.

Countless chilling auras emanated from within, forcefully resisting the stillness of the red-veiled female ghost.

Zhang Bo also stopped keeping it.

The golden cage suddenly contracted, first suppressing the red-clad opera troupe ghost.

Then he waved his hand, and several golden items flew out, landing in several corners of the ghost painting world.