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

Zhang Hong smiled.

The smile wasn't big, but it suddenly added an inexplicable chill to the already extremely oppressive room.

She looked at Yang Jian and slowly said, "You are very strong."

"So powerful that even if we were still living in the same era, we might not be willing to be your enemy."

"Unfortunately, you didn't make it to the end."

The words fell.

She waved gently.

The cracks on the Luo Qian puppet, which had been crushed by the ghostly figure, began to heal.

The black wood chips rolled back, as if time had been forcibly pulled back by some supernatural force, and the severed half of the body was pieced back together.

soon.

Luo Qian the puppet stood up again.

However, its aura was weaker than before.

Zhang Hong's eyes were calm.

Sixty percent of one's strength is still only sixty percent.

Even if you copy Luo Qian or Zhang Dong, you still can't truly compare to the original.

He is no match for Yang Jian in front of him.

But that doesn’t mean there’s no chance.

Because Yang Jian is not yet the one who can end everything.

He hasn't quite reached the very top of the supernatural yet.

As long as it's not absolutely unsolvable, there will inevitably be gaps.

What Zhang Hong had to do was use these puppets to tear open that tiny crack.

She twitched her fingertips.

Zhang Dong's puppet took a step forward.

The puppet's face had become clear, its stiff features carrying a numbness and deathly stillness.

It raised its hand.

There were no earth-shattering fluctuations.

There was no terrifying ghost domain spreading.

Just a light touch.

The red light ahead seemed to have been partially wiped away by an unseen hand.

It's not suppression.

It's not about confrontation.

Instead, it is to erase.

Zhang Dong's supernatural abilities were considered by many to be the closest thing to an unsolvable problem in the previous era.

He can erase many things.

Even if it's just a puppet, even if it's only 60% complete, it's still terrifying.

A very thin path was cleared through the red ghost domain.

That road leads to the outside world of Ghost Painting.

Zhang Bo's eyes flickered when he saw this.

Without hesitation, Meng Xiaodong's fine threads immediately spread out, sewing up the path that had been rubbed open, preventing it from closing in the red light.

Zhang Hong glanced at Zhang Bo.

"Walk."

Zhang Bo's face was gloomy.

He stared at Yang Jian, as if he wanted to say something.

In the end, he didn't say anything.

Their goal was never to kill Yang Jian here.

They want to take the ghost painting away.

As long as the Ghost Painting remains in their possession, the Peach Blossom Spring Project may still have a chance to continue.

Zhang Bo turned and stepped onto the path that had been erased.

Meng Xiaodong followed closely behind.

Zhang Hong stood at the very back.

She looked at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian did not move.

Ghostly figures surged beneath his feet, and a crimson ghostly domain enveloped the surroundings.

He clearly had a chance to make a move.

But he just watched.

Zhang Hong frowned slightly.

At that moment, she suddenly understood something.

Yang Jian was not incapable of stopping it.

Rather, it's because they don't want to stop it.

This is more unsettling than being forced to retreat.

Zhang Hong was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Yang Jian did not answer.

He simply looked at her calmly.

Zhang Hong gave him a deep look before disappearing into the passage.

next moment.

The gaps that were erased closed.

Zhang Bo, Meng Xiaodong, and Zhang Hong all disappeared into the depths of the ghost painting.

The room fell silent again.

The red light remains.

The wooden table was broken, and tea was spilled all over the floor.

Li Yao sat in the corner, her face pale.

She looked at Yang Jian with a puzzled expression.

Why did you let them go?

Yang Jian did not turn around.

He looked at the six wooden puppets left behind by Zhang Hong and said calmly, "She was right about one thing."

"I haven't completely reached the top yet."

"Killing them now would be pointless."

Li Yao was stunned.

Yang Jian continued, "They want to use the ghost painting to restart the Peach Blossom Spring Project."

"That was their plan to save the world."

As he said this, the ghostly eyes on his forehead moved slightly.

"It's also part of my plan to ascend to godhood."

Li Yao felt a chill in her heart.

She suddenly realized that Zhang Bo and the others thought she had successfully taken the ghost painting.

Perhaps from the very beginning, Yang Jian never truly intended to keep them.

What he wanted was for them to keep going.

Let those people from the old era use all the power they have.

Bring all the supernatural phenomena hidden in the shadows to the forefront.

And he will reap the rewards in the end.

This is not a concession.

This is free-range grazing.

It is the hunter watching his prey escape wounded, then following it until the prey finds its den.

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze.

He looked at the six wooden puppets standing in front of him.

Zhang Hong left.

But these puppets remained.

It's not that she didn't want to take it with her.

Instead, they must stay.

Zhang Dong's puppet needs to maintain that passage, while the other puppets also need to bear the suppression of the ghost realm.

If she forcibly takes everything back, Zhang Bo and Meng Xiaodong may not be able to leave smoothly.

So she gave up these things.

For her, this was the price to pay.

For Yang Jian, this was a spoil of war.

It was also a trial run.

Yang Jian spoke slowly.

"Let me see if any of you six are qualified to judge me."

The words were spoken.

The six wooden puppets all looked up.

They have no feelings.

There is no real consciousness.

However, the supernatural commands that Zhang Hong left inside them erupted completely at this moment.

Kill Yang Jian.

Or to stall Yang Jian.

Zhang Dong's puppet was the first to move.

It raised its hand and wiped again.

A gap was ripped open in the red ghost domain, and for a moment, the ghostly figure in front of Yang Jian was also left blank.

That kind of erasure is too bizarre.

Unreasonable.

Regardless of whether it's supernatural or real.

Once it touches you, you will disappear in some way.

The ghostly shadow beneath Yang Jian's feet shrank back, avoiding the attack.

The next moment.

Another puppet appeared beside him.

That's Li Qing's puppet.

Its supernatural aspects are very direct.

There are no complicated changes.

There is no ghost domain transfer.

He simply stretched out a hand and reached for Yang Jian's shoulder.

This hand carried a chilling, certain-hit quality.

It's as if once it sees a target, it can't avoid it.

Yang Jian's body sank slightly.

The hand had already fallen.

But the moment it landed on Yang Jian's shoulder, it felt like plunging into a bottomless darkness.

A ghostly figure rose from Yang Jian's body.

The dark hand reached back and pressed down on Li Qing's puppet arm.

Click.

The puppet's arms were twisted.

But before the ghost could continue its suppression...

Luo Wensong puppets have appeared.

It stands in the center of the room, with layers of space opening up behind it.

Ghostly domains overlap.

layer.

Two layers.

Three floors.

The old, dim light covered the area, briefly suppressing Yang Jian's red glow.

This is not the complete Luo Wensong.

Even with 60% of the ghostly domain overlapping, it is enough to affect the depths of this ghostly painting.

The red light was torn apart.

The rooms began to overlap.

One after another, illusory doors appeared on the wall, each seemingly leading to a different supernatural place.

Meng Xiaodong's puppet took advantage of the situation and moved.

An old photograph appeared behind it.

In the photo, Meng Xiaodong stands in a dark corner, her face expressionless.

next moment.

The person in the photo walked out.

Meng Xiaodong in the past.

Two Meng Xiaodongs from the past.

Three.

These figures from the past stand in front of the puppet, and the supernatural act of substitution has begun.

If Yang Jian's attack lands, it will first be borne by Meng Xiaodong from the past.

At this moment, Luo Qian's puppet also activated the tomb.

The ground became damp.

The wooden planks were rotten, and black soil from beneath them was turned up.

The grave soil did not rush to bury Yang Jian, but gradually surrounded his feet, trying to bury him along with the ghostly figure.

The soil from this grave has a suppressive effect on vengeful spirits.

Even the ghost inside Yang Jian will be affected.

The last Zhang Bo puppet opens its mouth.

A pungent medicinal smell wafted out.

A clump of black medicinal mud appeared in its palm.

The medicinal mud was wriggling, like a living thing.

Zhang Bo's Ghost Medicine.

This thing can suppress evil spirits and also enhance the supernatural abilities of the spirit tamer.

The puppet patted the medicinal mud into its chest.

Immediately afterwards, the aura emanating from the six puppets simultaneously increased.

Zhang Dong's erasure was even more thorough.

Luo Wensong's ghost realm is even more overwhelming.

The soil from Luo Qian's grave also began to erode the ghostly figure beneath Yang Jian's feet.

Li Yao felt a chill run down her spine.

She finally understood why these people from the old era could stand at the top.

Even if it's just a puppet.

Even if it's not the person in question.

Even when they join forces, they are still terrifyingly suffocating.