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

Meng Xiaodong did not hesitate any longer.

The supernatural forces within her erupted completely at that moment.

The strange man's body began to twist, and countless fine lines seemed to be moving beneath his skin, densely packed and exuding an indescribable eeriness.

She's leaving.

Even if it means abandoning this body, even if it means letting Zhang Bo be crippled by Yang Jian, I cannot stay here any longer.

Because Yang Jian is no longer someone who can be tested.

Since his appearance, Zhang Bo and Meng Xiaodong have been suppressed.

It's not that they aren't strong enough.

Instead, Yang Jian had long ago transformed this area deep within the ghost painting into his own space.

They thought they had taken the ghost painting with them.

In reality, he had put himself into the cage that Yang Jian had prepared.

Zhang Bo's body was covered by ghostly figures, and he felt as if he were stuck in a quagmire, unable to even make a sound.

His consciousness struggled within this body.

The golden supernatural phenomena erupted time and again, only to be suppressed by the ghostly figures each time.

That feeling was terrifying.

It's like a living person being buried in the ground. They can still think, but they can't move and can only watch as the soil gradually seals their mouth and nose.

Meng Xiaodong gritted her teeth, and cracks began to appear in the space behind her.

That wasn't a rift torn open by the Ghost Realm.

It is a more ancient form of the supernatural.

It's as if countless fine threads were used to sew open this space, and then squeeze out through the gaps.

She knew this method was dangerous.

Yang Jian's ghost domain covers this area; if she tries to leave by force, she will inevitably be stopped.

But now there is no other choice.

But just as her body was about to blur...

Yang Jian raised his head.

The vertical pupil on his forehead opened once more.

That ghostly eye was cold, devoid of any human emotion.

The red light intensified at that moment.

It's not diffusion, but accumulation.

layer.

Two layers.

Three floors.

Everything around me started to slow down.

The candle flame stopped flickering.

The tea on the wooden table stopped sloshing.

The cracks behind Meng Xiaodong stopped.

The golden light emanating from Zhang Bo's body also froze in mid-air.

The entire antique-style room felt like it was being held down.

Time has not truly stopped.

But under the influence of the supernatural, their actions, thoughts, and reactions were all dragged into a state of near-freezing.

Zhang Bo's eyes widened in shock.

He can still see.

They can also realize what has happened.

But he couldn't move his body.

Meng Xiaodong is the same.

Half of her body had already become ethereal, and she should have broken free of the ghost painting in the next moment.

But now, she's stuck in place.

It looks like an insect pinned to a wall.

It can't be broken.

They can't break through.

Both of them were people who reached the pinnacle of the old era.

But at this moment, facing the ghost domain that Yang Jian had superimposed, they could only watch helplessly as the red light pressed down on them.

For the first time, Zhang Bo felt a sense of absurdity.

These people from the old era once stood at the pinnacle of the supernatural world.

At that time, they also looked down upon countless ghost tamers.

But now, the young man standing in front of them is looking down at them in the same way.

No.

It's even more thorough than they were back then.

Yang Jian strode over.

His footsteps were very light.

With each step they took, the chill in Zhang Bo and Meng Xiaodong's hearts intensified.

The ghostly figure stretched along the ground.

A dark hand had already pressed down on Zhang Bo's head.

If just a little more force is applied, this body will become completely useless.

Zhang Bo's consciousness will also be severely damaged.

Meng Xiaodong's eyes darkened as she watched Yang Jian approach.

She really wanted to speak.

But I can't open my mouth.

The surrounding red light seemed to block all her escape routes.

Yang Jian stopped in front of Zhang Bo.

He didn't rush to kill.

Instead, he looked at Meng Xiaodong.

"You people of the old era always like to decide other people's fates."

"pity."

"This is not your time."

The words fell.

The ghostly figure suddenly tightened its grip.

A dull cracking sound came from Zhang Bo's body.

His eyes widened instantly.

My consciousness felt as if it were being grabbed by a cold hand and dragged into the darkness.

A hint of urgency finally appeared in Meng Xiaodong's eyes.

But she still couldn't move.

Right at this moment.

A sigh suddenly echoed in the room.

The sigh was very soft.

Yet it is extremely clear.

It sounded like it was coming from a very far place, yet it also sounded like it had always been inside the house.

"I originally planned to hide it."

"However, judging from the current situation, it seems that won't work."

The sound faded.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in the red ghost realm.

The shadow stood in front of Zhang Bo and Meng Xiaodong.

Her appearance was very abrupt.

There is no space to tear apart.

They did not intrude into the ghost realm.

It's like an old object that's been sitting in the room for a long time, but no one had seen it before.

Yang Jian paused for a moment.

He looked at the figure.

That's a woman.

She was wearing an old-fashioned dress, the color of which was somewhat dark, as if it had been stored away for many years.

Her face didn't look old.

But his eyes were deep, as if he had seen too much.

She stood there, without any strong supernatural aura emanating from her.

But the more it's like this, the more something seems off.

The heaviness in Zhang Bo and Meng Xiaodong's eyes finally eased a little the moment they saw her.

Zhang Bo was pinned down by the ghostly figure and couldn't make a sound.

But his eyes had clearly changed.

Meng Xiaodong moved her lips with difficulty.

Under the suppression of the red ghost domain, her voice was extremely hoarse.

"Sister Hong..."

The woman nodded.

"You're still too hasty."

She glanced at Zhang Bo, then at Meng Xiaodong.

"The ghost painting isn't so easy to get."

"Especially the ghost paintings that he had his eye on."

Zhang Bo's eyes were gloomy.

He knew, of course, that it was too late to say all this now.

But if Zhang Hong hadn't shown up, they would have really been doomed today.

Zhang Hong.

They were both among the people who stood at the pinnacle of the previous era.

She is different from Zhang Bo and Meng Xiaodong.

Zhang Bo uses the supernatural power of gold, Meng Xiaodong uses the bizarre methods of wedding dress and memories, and Luo Qian even controls the graveyard and burial.

What Zhang Hong controls is the puppet ghost.

That was an extremely special kind of supernatural phenomenon.

She can make puppets.

And those puppets were not just ordinary stand-ins.

Even more terrifying is that the puppet can replicate the supernatural abilities of other people.

Even if one cannot reach the full potential of their original form, they will still possess nearly 60% of their abilities.

Sixty percent doesn't sound like much.

But what we are replicating are figures like Zhang Dong, Luo Qian, and Meng Xiaodong, the pinnacle of the old era.

That 60% is already terrifying enough.