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

boom!

An indescribable, terrifying, and supernatural force erupted from the depths of the ghost painting world.

The golden cage trembled violently.

The gold objects emitted a piercing, mournful sound, as if they could not withstand the pressure.

The static power emanating from the red-veiled female ghost spread once more.

This time, it's not just time and space that stand still.

Even the operation of supernatural forces has begun to be forcibly slowed down.

Countless red shadows overlapped.

A more complete figure slowly emerged from among the ghosts.

The figure was neither clearly male nor female.

Like a star on a theatrical stage.

She was wearing an elaborate and bizarre costume.

Her face was covered in heavy makeup.

His eyes were frighteningly dark.

It looked up at Luo Qian and the other two, its voice hollow yet carrying a human-like coldness.

"None of you are leaving."

The words fell.

The ghostly world has been completely transformed into a stage.

The ground was covered with dark red wooden planks.

Rows of empty seats appeared all around.

The seats were empty.

But in each seat, it was as if an unseen ghost was sitting.

A chilling gaze fell upon Luo Qian and his companions from all directions.

Zhang Bo's face turned ashen.

"They've gathered together."

Meng Xiaodong's voice was somber: "It's not complete yet, but it's already troublesome enough."

Luo Qian remained silent.

He simply stared at the now much more complete ghost troupe.

There was no sign of retreat in his eyes.

But he knew the situation was out of control.

The opera troupe didn't give them any more time.

A gong rang out, and the explosion occurred out of nowhere.

boom!

The gold items in front of Zhang Bo were blasted away.

He groaned and stumbled backward.

Immediately afterwards, a red figure pounced from the side.

It was so fast that it couldn't even be caught by sight.

Just as Zhang Bo was about to retaliate, the surrounding space was frozen for a moment by the red-veiled female ghost.

In that instant, the red figure was already close to his body.

A cold hand reached out and grabbed his face.

Zhang Bo roared and forcefully activated his supernatural power, causing golden light to explode in front of his face.

That hand was blocked.

But another ghost pressed down on his shoulder from behind.

The biting cold instantly invaded my body.

The body he occupied began to rapidly turn blue.

On the other side, Meng Xiaodong was also entangled.

Her ghostly and eerie nature was matched by the sheer number of ghosts in the opera troupe.

One ghost couldn't stop her.

Ten?

Dozens?

Those red figures kept emerging from the edge of the stage, seemingly endless.

None of them are complete.

But when they are put together, they form a terrifying whole.

Meng Xiaodong's figure blurred several times, as if he wanted to escape the battlefield.

But every time she was about to leave, the red-veiled female ghost's power of stillness would descend, freezing her in place.

Luo Qian is under the most pressure.

The entire opera troupe had their eyes on him.

This is no coincidence.

Because Luo Qian is the strongest of the three in a direct confrontation.

The phantom images of graves behind him fell one after another, attempting to bury the entire stage.

But the stage seemed to be alive.

The wooden planks split open, then came back together.

Countless soft laughs could be heard from the empty seats below the stage.

As soon as the laughter rang out, the grave behind Luo Qian began to tremble.

It's as if the things buried inside are also drawn to this scene and want to crawl out of the grave.

Luo Qian's face darkened.

He lifted his foot and stomped down.

The soil from the grave spread, instantly covering half of the stage.

A supernatural force capable of burying everything erupted.

Several ghosts from the opera troupe were swallowed by the grave soil and remained silent for a short time.

But even more red figures surged up.

The ghost from the opera troupe raised his hand.

A red rope hung down from mid-air and wrapped around Luo Qian's neck.

Luo Qian grabbed it with his backhand.

His palms immediately turned black.

That rope carried an extremely powerful curse.

Once trapped, even his consciousness might be affected.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Bo immediately threw out a golden object and cut the ropes.

But the next moment, a gong rang out again.

The gold item in Zhang Bo's hand was so shaken that it lost control and fell to the ground.

The situation is getting worse.

Although the three were strong, none of them were in their full strength.

The physical bodies they occupy cannot withstand it for long.

If they keep fighting, not only will they not be able to take away the Ghost Painting, but they themselves might also be dragged to their deaths by these ghosts.

Meng Xiaodong said coldly, "We must retreat."

Zhang Bo gritted his teeth: "We've got the ghost painting; we can't let it go."

Luo Qian slowly said, "You may leave."

Zhang Bo and Meng Xiaodong both looked at him at the same time.

Luo Qian's expression was frighteningly calm.

"I'll hold them off."

Zhang Bo said in a deep voice, "Your body can't take it."

"It doesn't matter."

Luo Qian's voice was indifferent.

"As long as the ghost painting is taken out, the Peach Blossom Spring Project can still begin."

"My period of slumber will not affect the overall situation."

Meng Xiaodong did not try to dissuade him.

People like them don't need to say anything extra.

When it comes to making choices, everyone knows what to do.

Zhang Bo took a deep breath.

"it is good."

Luo Qian took a step forward.

The supernatural power within him erupted completely at that moment.

Large cracks instantly appeared on Zhou Heng's body.

The skin cracked like dry soil.

Black soil from the grave kept seeping out of the cracks.

A real grave, as if awakening within him.

No.

It's not an awakening.

He forced it open.

boom!

The entire stage was covered with grave soil.

The ghostly aura that had been buried was several times stronger than before.

Graves rose from the stage, blocking the way between the opera troupe's ghost and Zhang Bo, Meng Xiaodong.

The ghost from the opera troupe let out a sharp, theatrical cry.

Countless red figures rushed towards Luo Qian.

Luo Qian stood still, pressing his hands down.

"Bury."

A single word was uttered.

The churning earth swallowed up the red figures.

Even a temporary suppression is enough to pave a way out.

Zhang Bo immediately seized the opportunity.

He activated the golden spirit to protect the core of the ghost painting.

Meng Xiaodong, carrying the unconscious Li Yao, reached into the depths of the ghost painting.

That invisible painting was forcibly dragged out of this world by them.

The ghost painting shook violently.

The soil in the graves in Donghai City also began to churn.

A gap was torn open in the black fog above the entire city.

Zhang Bo and Meng Xiaodong did not turn around.

They carried the ghost painting and rushed out through the crack.

The ghost from the opera troupe immediately wanted to chase after them.

The stillness of the red-veiled female ghost spread once more.

Luo Qian stood in front of him.

The number of graves behind him is increasing.

Zhou Heng's body was almost unrecognizable as human.

The young man's face was covered in cracks, and his eyes were sunken, making him look like a corpse that had just been dug out of a grave.

But his eyes remained calm.

"Your opponent is me."

The ghost from the opera troupe looked at him.

The expression on that heavily made-up face remained unchanged.

The next moment, all the red figures rushed towards Luo Qian at the same time.

The grave soil collided with the red clothes.

A terrifying, supernatural fluctuation swept through the entire Donghai City.

The black fog over the city was dispersed layer by layer.

The grave mounds covering the streets also collapsed continuously during this confrontation.

Luo Qian retreated.