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

Zhang Bo naturally knew.

Li Yao is now like a nail.

She nailed the ghost painting to the spot.

This also limited them.

Killing her might seem like a solution to the problem, but it would actually cause the Ghost Painting to spiral completely out of control.

If they don't kill her, the Ghost Painting won't truly belong to them.

This situation is troublesome.

But there are ways.

Meng Xiaodong slowly raised her hand.

Her fingers were stiff, like those of a dead person.

"Take control for now."

"As long as we suppress Li Yao's consciousness and keep the ghost painting stable, that will be enough to carry out the preliminary preparations."

"As for what happens next, we'll have to wait until we find other mediums for the ghost painting."

Zhang Bo remained silent for a moment.

Finally, he nodded.

"This is the only way."

The two did not delay any further.

They all knew that time was not on their side.

The situation in Donghai City has escalated too much.

Sooner or later, the Kyushu headquarters will follow the clues and find something.

More importantly, Yang Jian might come back.

That name was like a knife hanging over their hearts.

No one knows when that knife will fall.

Therefore, the Peach Blossom Spring Project must be implemented as soon as possible.

Zhang Bo walked up to the ghost painting.

He raised one hand.

Golden light shone from the gold item in his hand.

That light was not warm.

Instead, it carries a chilling feeling of forcibly suppressing the supernatural.

Meng Xiaodong also made a move.

She didn't suppress him directly like Zhang Bo did.

She simply stretched out her finger and lightly touched the air.

Thin lines immediately appeared in the gray space.

The source of those thin lines is unclear.

But they all clung to the ghost painting.

The ghost painting trembled slightly.

The previously blurry landscape suddenly began to ooze black liquid.

The liquid looked like ink.

It also resembles blood.

Zhang Bo's eyes narrowed.

"It is rejecting us."

Meng Xiaodong said coldly, "That's normal."

"The ghost painting has already recognized its owner."

"We need to go in."

Zhang Bo nodded.

The next moment, golden light and cold, fine lines fell simultaneously onto the scroll.

The scroll suddenly unfurled.

A powerful suction force came from it.

A hole was torn open in the surrounding gray space.

Zhang Bo and Meng Xiaodong offered no resistance.

They followed the suction and entered the ghostly world.

Suddenly, everything went dark.

Then it lit up again.

When Zhang Bo opened his eyes, he found himself standing in a room with an ancient Chinese style.

The room wasn't big.

Wooden table.

screen.

Candlestick.

Outside the window, the night was a hazy, ink-wash painting.

It's unusually quiet here.

There was no chaos like when the ghost painting revived.

There was no chilling atmosphere of countless vengeful ghosts wandering around.

You could even say this place is like a room waiting for guests to arrive.

Zhang Bo's brows furrowed instantly.

wrong.

That's not right at all.

The world of ghost paintings shouldn't be so peaceful.

Especially when they forced their way in.

Meng Xiaodong appeared beside him.

She looked around, her face darkening.

"This place has been tidied up."

Zhang Bo looked towards the center of the room.

There was a person sitting there.

Li Yao.

She was dressed in plain white, and her face was still pale.

But she did not fall into a coma.

She sat at the table, holding a cup of tea that had gone cold.

It was as if they had known they would come all along.

It's more like they're waiting for them.

Zhang Bo's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"You're awake?"

Li Yao slowly raised her head.

She looked at Zhang Bo, then at Meng Xiaodong.

There was no fear in his eyes.

There was no panic.

There was only a very calm kind of fatigue.

"You've arrived."

Upon hearing these words, both Zhang Bo and Meng Xiaodong felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

coming.

It wasn't the surprise that came after waking up.

It wasn't the fear of being invaded by the enemy.

Rather, it is the calm that has been awaited for a long time.

Li Yao's behavior was very strange.

Zhang Bo took a step forward.

Golden light appeared around him.

Aren't you scared?

Li Yao smiled.

The smile was very gentle.

"What good is being afraid?"

Zhang Bo paused in his steps.

Li Yao put down her teacup.

"The fact that you were able to take the ghost painting away from Donghai City means that you can't keep it."

"Your ability to suppress the ghost painting proves that resistance is pointless."

"If that's the case, what's the point of me being afraid?"

Zhang Bo stared at her.

"You're quite open-minded."

Li Yao shook her head.

"It's not that I'm easygoing."

"But I know that there are some things I can't stop."

Meng Xiaodong's sinister voice rang out.

"Then why are you sitting here?"

"You should continue to sleep."

"You shouldn't have woken up."

Li Yao looked at Meng Xiaodong.

There was a hint of coldness in her eyes.

"You dragged me into the depths of the ghost painting, and then you tried to control my consciousness."

"Is it up to me whether I wake up or not?"

Meng Xiaodong frowned.

This statement sounds sarcastic.

The problem is, Li Yao really did wake up.

And he woke up too fully.

This is not the state that a suppressed person should be in.

More importantly, the ghost painting did not resist.

Li Yao did not attempt to regain control.

She just sat there.

Waiting for them.

Zhang Bo's unease grew stronger.

He whispered, "Li Yao, are you stalling for time?"

Li Yao did not deny it.

They did not admit it either.

She simply glanced at the teacup on the table.

"The tea has gone cold."

Zhang Bo's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Let's do it."

He didn't want to ask anymore.

No matter what Li Yao was waiting for, he had no intention of giving her a chance.

Meng Xiaodong did not hesitate.

She raised her hand.

Cold, thin threads appeared instantly from all directions, wrapping around Li Yao.

Zhang Bo's golden light pressed down simultaneously.

If they can reseal Li Yao's consciousness this time, they will be able to temporarily control the Ghost Painting.

But just as the thin thread was about to touch Li Yao...

The candlelight in the room suddenly went still.

It's not extinguished.

It remains still.

The flames hovered in mid-air, as if nailed to the ground.

Zhang Bo's pupils contracted.

Meng Xiaodong's hand also paused for a moment.

This scene is all too familiar.

Donghai City.

A female ghost with a red veil.

A still space.

But this is not Donghai City.

Even a ghost from a theatrical troupe couldn't possibly catch up so quickly.

Who is that?

Zhang Bo suddenly turned around.

Meng Xiaodong also turned around at the same time.

Behind them, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

He was a young man.

He was not tall.

Wearing simple clothes.

His expression was calm.

However, it has one vertical pupil, and that eye seems to be able to see through ghost paintings.

It was as if it could see through their two bodies that had been occupied.

He stood there, without making any move.

But the entire room became deathly silent because of his appearance.

Zhang Bo's mind went blank.

He recognized the person.

Even if you've never actually had any contact with them.

Even if it's just information they've heard.

He couldn't possibly admit his mistake.

"Yang Jian?!"