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

The voice that came from Zhang Bo's mouth was filled with an undisguised tremor.

Meng Xiaodong's unfamiliar male face froze completely at that moment.

"It was you."

Zhang Bo's expression changed.

He has seen many vengeful ghosts.

I've also seen far too many terrifying ghost tamers.

He himself was one of the people who stood at the top in the old era.

Logically speaking, there are very few people in this world who can make him lose his composure.

But Yang Jian is different.

This name has already spread throughout the eerie world.

He is not a remnant of the old era.

It's not an old person who has survived to this day by sleeping.

He is the only one born of this era, and he has the opportunity to end this era.

more importantly.

He could make even the ghosts in the opera troupe submit.

This alone is enough to make anyone from the old era wary.

What is a ghost in a theatrical troupe?

That wasn't something cobbled together by ordinary vengeful ghosts; it was a whole set of terrifying supernatural artifacts left over from an old era.

Those creatures were unruly, ferocious, and eerie.

Even figures like Luo Qian, Zhang Bo, and Meng Xiaodong, in their prime, wouldn't easily provoke a fully-fledged opera troupe of ghosts.

But Yang Jian did it.

It's not just about suppression.

Instead, we make them obey.

Zhang Bo understood this better than anyone else.

This means that Yang Jian possesses something far more terrifying, and that he is no longer a ghost tamer in the ordinary sense.

What truly sent chills down Zhang Bo's spine was not Yang Jian's appearance.

The question is how Yang Jian came to be.

This is the depths of the ghost painting world.

It was a supernatural space they temporarily created after taking away the ghost painting.

There was a golden blockade outside, as well as supernatural interference set up by Meng Xiaodong.

They remained vigilant after entering the ghost painting.

Before Yang Jian appeared, they did not notice anything unusual.

There were no footsteps.

There were no supernatural fluctuations.

There was no tearing of the ghost realm.

He was as if he had always been there.

But at this moment, they saw it.

This feeling is even more terrifying than being targeted by a vengeful ghost.

Meng Xiaodong stared at Yang Jian.

Her voice was very low.

"When did you come in?"

Yang Jian did not answer.

He simply looked at Li Yao, who was sitting at the table.

Li Yao was also looking at him.

At that moment, the calm in her eyes finally shattered.

I feel wronged.

I feel tired.

There's also a kind of relaxation that we've finally been waiting for.

She did not cry for help.

She didn't cry either.

She simply said softly, "You've come."

Yang Jian nodded.

"Um."

It's a very simple word.

This finally allowed Li Yao's tense body to relax a little.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Bo felt a complete sinking feeling in his heart.

Li Yao's calm just now was indeed not without reason.

She was waiting for Yang Jian.

No.

Perhaps she already knew Yang Jian would come.

In fact, Yang Jian may have anticipated that they would take the ghost painting away from Donghai City.

Thinking of this, a chill ran down Zhang Bo's spine.

Shouldn't.

They acted extremely quickly.

Given the chaotic situation in Donghai City, no one could have planned to this extent in advance.

Unless Yang Jian has already grasped some kind of connection within the Ghost Painting.

Or perhaps, the ghost painting never completely left his sight from the very beginning.

Meng Xiaodong's voice was hoarse.

"Is Li Yao bait?"

Yang Jian then looked at her.

"She is not bait."

"You are the ones who are."

The room fell silent for a moment.

Zhang Bo's eyes suddenly darkened.

That statement was too harsh.

They paid the price of Luo Qian's slumber to steal the Ghost Painting from Donghai City.

In their view, although the plan encountered setbacks, it was still successful in the end.

But now Yang Jian is standing here, saying that they are the bait.

What does this mean?

This means they thought they had obtained the ghost painting.

In fact, it exposed the person Yang Jian was looking for.

Zhang Bo stared at Yang Jian.

"You knew we would make a move?"

Yang Jian calmly replied, "I don't know."

Zhang Bo frowned.

Yang Jian continued, "But if the ghost painting is disturbed, I can find it."

This sentence sounds very ordinary.

But to Zhang Bo, it sounded like a stone being thrown into water.

Once the ghost drawing is disturbed, he can find it.

This indicates that Yang Jian had already left something in the ghost painting.

It wasn't an ordinary mark, otherwise they wouldn't have missed it.

That thing might be deeper than ghost paintings, more hidden than their supernatural perceptions.

Meng Xiaodong suddenly looked at Li Yao.

"Do you possess his supernatural powers?"

Li Yao did not answer, but Yang Jian spoke calmly.

"It's not on her."

Meng Xiaodong's expression turned even uglier.

It's not with Li Yao.

That was on the ghost painting, but they didn't notice it when they took it.

Zhang Bo took a deep breath.

He forced himself to calm down.

Yang Jian's appearance was indeed unexpected.

But they are not ordinary people.

Even when facing Yang Jian, it's impossible for him not to have the courage to make a move.

What's more, this is a world of ghost paintings.

The ghost painting is still in their hands.

As long as Yang Jian is temporarily suppressed and the Ghost Painting is taken away, the Peach Blossom Spring Project still has a chance.

The gold item in Zhang Bo's hand lit up again.

Meng Xiaodong also slowly took half a step back.

The two did not exchange words.

But at this moment, they reached a tacit understanding.

Take the initiative.

We cannot allow Yang Jian to continue to control the rhythm.

Zhang Bo let out a low growl.

Golden light instantly filled the entire room.

The wooden table, the screen, the window, and the candlelight were all tinged with a cold, golden hue.

This is a gold blockade.

It is not simply physical gold.

Rather, it was a special suppression activated by Zhang Bo using supernatural powers.

It was unable to completely imprison Yang Jian.

However, it can temporarily cut off the supernatural flow within the ghost painting.

As long as Yang Jian's abilities rely on the Ghost Painting, they will definitely be affected.

Meng Xiaodong made a move at the same time.

Countless thin threads emerged from under the floor.

Instead of attacking Yang Jian's body, they circled around to the shadow behind him.

The shadow looked perfectly normal.

But Meng Xiaodong could sense that something extremely dangerous was hidden inside.

First, restrict the shadow.

Further restrict the Ghost Eye.

This was a judgment she made in an instant.

However, Yang Jian stood still, without moving.

Golden light pressed down.

A thin thread was wound around it.

His ghostly eyes merely twitched slightly.

next moment.

The entire traditional-style room turned red.

It wasn't the red of a wedding dress, but a cold, lifeless red.

The Ghost Realm unfolds.

Zhang Bo's golden blockade was successfully held.

Meng Xiaodong's thin thread also stopped the moment it approached Yang Jian's shadow.

They were not cut off.

Instead, they lost their way.

Yang Jian was right in front of them, but the thin lines seemed to have entered an endless red space, unable to touch their real target no matter what they did.

Zhang Bo's expression changed.

"Ghostland?"

He wasn't unfamiliar with the Ghost Realm.

But Yang Jian's ghost realm is completely different from ordinary ghost realms.

As soon as the red light appeared, the room with the ghost painting did not immediately repel it.

Instead, it seemed to be covered by a higher level of supernatural phenomena.

Zhang Bo felt the ground beneath his feet begin to recede into the distance.

He was only a few steps away from Yang Jian.

But those few steps felt as far as a city.

Meng Xiaodong said coldly, "Be careful."

She had barely finished speaking.

Yang Jian disappeared.

It's not that it's fast, it's that it's not in the same place at all.

Zhang Bo's heart skipped a beat.

He turned around abruptly.

Yang Jian had already appeared in front of him.

That cold hand reached straight for his neck.

Zhang Bo let out a low growl.

Golden light condensed into a barrier in front of him.

But Yang Jian's hand passed through that layer of light.

No.

It wasn't through.

The light was suppressed by something even more terrifying when it approached his palm.