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

not to mention.

Zhang Hong has more than one puppet in her hands.

She was also the real hidden contingent in this Peach Blossom Spring Project.

Zhang Bo and Meng Xiaodong were responsible for handling the matter.

Luo Qian was in charge of keeping things in check.

Zhang Hong, however, remained hidden.

She shouldn't have shown up.

The later her existence is revealed, the greater her value becomes.

But now, she has no choice but to appear.

Yang Jian's gaze fell on Zhang Hong.

"There's one more."

Zhang Hong sighed.

"I didn't want to see you so soon."

"You've grown up too fast."

"It's getting to the point where even those of us from the old era can't quite understand it."

She raised her hand as she spoke.

She was holding a puppet in her hand.

The puppet was only the size of a palm, completely black, with blurred features, and looked as if it had been burned.

But the moment the puppet appeared, the eerie atmosphere in the entire room changed.

The crimson ghost domain still enveloped the surroundings.

However, the pressure on Zhang Bo and Meng Xiaodong clearly eased slightly.

Zhang Bo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

That breath carried the chill of the dead.

He stared at Yang Jian, his eyes filled with apprehension.

"Sister Hong, be careful."

"His ghost realm is wrong."

Zhang Hong calmly said, "I can see that."

Her gaze never left Yang Jian.

"If he can keep both of you in check, then he's definitely not right."

As soon as she finished speaking, the puppet in her hand suddenly raised its head.

The puppet's neck made a cracking sound.

The next moment, its face began to change.

The blurry facial features gradually became clear.

That face had transformed into Zhang Bo's likeness.

at the same time.

The room was illuminated by golden light once again.

This time, however, the golden light did not come from Zhang Bo, but rather from the puppet.

The golden supernatural power spread outwards.

The red ghost domain was forcibly expanded slightly.

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly.

The ghostly figure immediately pressed forward.

But Zhang Hong didn't stop.

She then took out a second puppet.

The second puppet's face began to change.

She became Meng Xiaodong.

Countless fine threads emerged from the puppet's body, like living hair, spreading densely all around.

These thin lines did not attack Yang Jian.

Instead, it is stitching together this space that has been cut apart by the ghost realm.

The red light showed subtle fluctuations.

Then, the third puppet appeared.

The puppet's face transformed into Luo Qian's.

A damp, earthy smell filled the room.

The ground began to turn black.

It looked like soil from a grave was seeping out from under the wooden planks.

The speed at which the ghostly figure spread was momentarily halted by the grave soil.

Taking advantage of this moment, Zhang Bo struggled violently.

The remaining golden supernatural energy within him erupted, finally allowing him to break free from the ghostly shadow's suppression.

However, his condition was extremely poor.

There were dark handprints on his neck, and his body was stiff.

If Zhang Hong hadn't arrived in time, his body would have been ruined.

Meng Xiaodong also broke free from the solidified red light.

Her face was pale, but she didn't say anything.

Because Zhang Hong is still continuing.

The fourth puppet.

The fifth puppet.

The sixth puppet.

She took them out one after another.

Each puppet's face is changing.

Zhang Dong.

Zhang Bo.

Meng Xiaodong.

Luo Qian.

There were also two other elderly people from the old era.

Six puppets stood in front of Zhang Hong.

Their bodies are small, but the eerie aura they exude is overwhelming.

The entire antique-style room began to shake.

The candlelight flickered again.

The wooden table cracked.

Blurry human faces appeared on the window paper, only to be quickly swallowed up by the red light.

Li Yao sat at the table, her expression finally changing.

She could sense it.

These puppets are not just for decoration.

Each one was like a vengeful ghost compressed to its extreme.

Zhang Hong stood behind the six puppets, looking somewhat tired.

Clearly, activating these things simultaneously also came at a cost to her.

But she had to do it.

Because the person opposite is Yang Jian.

Ordinary methods are meaningless in his presence.

Zhang Hong slowly said, "Yang Jian."

"We must take the ghost painting with us."

"The Peach Blossom Spring Project must continue."

"If you try to stop us, we'll have no choice but to take action."

Zhang Bo stood beside her, staring coldly at Yang Jian.

With Zhang Hong's appearance, the pressure in his heart finally lessened a bit.

Six puppets.

Sixty percent of the six top figures of the old era are supernatural.

This is not a simple superposition.

This is a force powerful enough to change the situation.

Meng Xiaodong said in a deep voice, "Don't underestimate him."

Zhang Hong nodded.

"I won't."

She raised her hand and pointed at Yang Jian.

All six puppets looked up at the same time.

Their eyeless faces all turned to look at Yang Jian.

next moment.

Golden light, fine lines, grave soil, the sound of an old wooden door opening and closing, and an indescribable chilling aura all erupted simultaneously.

The red ghost domain was constantly shaken by the impact.

Zhang Bo and Meng Xiaodong also took the opportunity to retreat and widen the distance between them again.

The situation seemed to have been turned around at this moment.

But Yang Jian remained standing in the same spot.

His face showed neither surprise nor panic.

The ghost eye on his forehead was just a little deeper open.

The red light spread outwards again.

Ghostly figures surged beneath his feet, like an endless black abyss.

He looked at Zhang Hong, then at the six puppets, his tone remaining calm.

"Is that all?"

Zhang Hong's eyes darkened.

Zhang Bo's expression also turned ugly.

This sentence sounds too familiar.

He has maintained this tone ever since Yang Jian appeared.

It's not arrogance.

Rather, they genuinely did not consider them as opponents of the same level.

Zhang Hong didn't say anything more.

She moved her finger.

The six puppets disappeared from the spot at the same time.

It's not about speed.

It's a supernatural transfer.

The next instant, Luo Qian's puppet appeared at Yang Jian's feet.

The soil in the grave suddenly churned up, threatening to bury Yang Jian completely.

Meng Xiaodong's puppet appeared behind Yang Jian, its thin threads wrapping around his shadow.

Zhang Bo's puppet appeared in front, and golden light transformed into a barrier, directly pressing down on Yang Jian's ghost eye.

The other three puppets blocked the retreat route from different directions.

This attack had virtually no blind spots.

Zhang Hong did not hold back.

Because she knew that holding back against Yang Jian would be tantamount to suicide.

But Yang Jian simply raised his hand.

The red light suddenly contracted.

All the puppets paused briefly in their movements.

In that brief moment of pause, the ghostly figure rose from the ground and grabbed the nearest Luo Qian puppet.

Before the grave soil could be completely turned over, it was pressed back down by the ghostly figure.

Yang Jian reached out with his other hand.

The red light from the ghost's eye fell.

The golden light on Zhang Bo's puppet began to distort, as if it had been forcibly crushed by some stronger supernatural force.

Zhang Hong's expression changed slightly.

"retreat!"

She pulled her finger.

All six puppets retreated simultaneously.

But one of them was slow.

Luo Qian's wooden puppet was grabbed by the ghostly figure, and its body made a cracking sound.

The sound was very soft.

But this made Zhang Hong's face instantly darken.

Half of the puppet's body has split open.

Black sawdust fell to the ground, resembling rotting ashes.

Zhang Bo's pupils contracted.

That was a puppet that replicated sixty percent of Luo Qian's abilities.

It was crushed in a single glance.

Although it wasn't completely destroyed.

But that's enough to explain the problem.

Yang Jian is stronger than they expected.

Zhang Hong retrieved the damaged puppet, a hint of seriousness appearing on her face for the first time.

She looked at Yang Jian and said slowly, "It seems that six might not be enough."

Yang Jian did not give her a chance to speak further.

The red ghost domain overlapped once more.

This time, the entire room seemed to sink completely into the depths of the red light.

The six puppets' eerie presence was suppressed, producing a harsh, grating sound.

Zhang Bo and Meng Xiaodong's expressions also changed accordingly.

They knew it very well.

Zhang Hong's appearance only gave them a temporary respite.

Taking the ghost painting away won't be that easy.

Yang Jian, however, had no intention of continuing to test the waters.

He took a step forward.

Ghostly figures then spread out.

Those emotionless eyes looked at the three remaining members of the old era.

"If you don't have any other skills, perhaps you won't be able to take this grotesque painting with you."