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

Beyond the Ghost Realm.

The opera troupe stood quietly.

The eerie figures in theatrical costumes did not move.

They seemed to be watching a play.

It's like waiting.

They are the most bizarre of the supernatural.

But they are not complete now.

They have no absolute advantage against these six puppets that replicate the pinnacle of the old era.

More importantly, Yang Jian had given them hints.

Don't do it.

Yang Jian wants to fight this battle himself.

Since he acquired these supernatural abilities, there haven't been many opponents who have truly allowed him to unleash his full potential.

Now, these six puppets are just enough.

The red light suddenly deepened.

The ghost eye on Yang Jian's forehead opened completely.

The ghostly realm created by the Luo Wensong puppets began to tremble.

The layers of ghostly realms were blocked by the red light.

It wasn't crushed instantly.

Instead, they pressed back head-on.

Zhang Dong's puppet raised its hand again.

The erased supernatural force fell upon Yang Jian's ghostly eyes.

Yang Jian took a step forward, and his entire body disappeared from the spot.

next moment.

He appeared in front of Zhang Bo's puppet.

The ghostly figure rose up and slammed down with a punch.

The ghostly aura emanating from Zhang Bo's puppet body was trying to weaken the ghostly figure.

But the ghost is not just a single ghost.

The darkness was filled with too many indistinguishable supernatural phenomena.

A punch landed.

Zhang Bo's puppet's chest collapsed.

Black medicinal mud splattered.

But it did not fall.

The supernatural power of the ghost medicine spread along with the ghostly shadows, attempting to corrupt Yang Jian's body.

Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged.

A flash of red light appeared in the ghost's eyes.

The medicinal mud was forcibly moved to the other side of the room.

With a loud bang.

The walls are rotting.

The entire corner was eroded into a pitch-black state by the medicinal mud.

Meng Xiaodong's puppet took the opportunity to launch an attack.

Several figures rushed towards Yang Jian at the same time.

They didn't intend to kill anyone.

Instead, they wanted to die in someone else's place.

As long as one can bear the backlash from Yang Jian's own supernatural abilities, an opportunity can be created.

Yang Jian raised his hand.

The curse of the woodcutter's knife was triggered.

An invisible slash swept across.

Meng Xiaodong's past is over.

The second one is disconnected.

The third one also cracked open.

However, the puppet itself was not damaged.

The ghostly photo's substitution allowed it to narrowly escape the attack.

Meanwhile, Luo Qian's grave soil had already climbed up to Yang Jian's calves.

Icy.

heavy.

It felt as if an old grave had been pressing down on it.

The ghostly figure paused briefly.

Li Qingmu seized the opportunity and punched Yang Jian in the chest.

This punch was very simple.

It cannot be ignored.

Yang Jian raised his hand to block it.

boom.

He took a half step back.

This was the first time he had been forced to leave since joining Ghost Painting.

Li Yao's breathing stopped.

The ghost in the opera troupe also turned its head slightly at that moment.

The six puppets did not stop.

Zhang Dong erased it.

Luo Wensong suppressed the ghost realm.

Luo Qian was buried.

Meng Xiaodong died in his place.

Zhang Bo enhanced.

Lee Sin launched a direct and forceful attack.

The six supernatural elements combined to actually put up a fight against Yang Jian.

The room has completely collapsed.

The antique-style decorations were smashed to pieces on the ground.

Red light, grave soil, the smell of medicine, photographs, and layers of ghostly energy collide.

Each collision creates a terrifying crack deep within the ghost painting.

Yang Jian stood in the eye of the storm.

His expression remained calm.

But his eyes looked much more serious than before.

"Zhang Dong."

He looked at the wooden puppet.

"A god among men."

"Even if it's only 60%, it's still quite interesting."

Zhang Dong's puppet did not respond.

It raised its hand again.

This time, the target of erasure is neither the red light nor the ghostly figure.

It was Yang Jian himself.

A terrifying, supernatural force descended.

Yang Jian's figure became blurry.

It was as if his existence in this space was being erased.

Li Yao's heart tightened.

But in the very next moment...

The ghostly figure behind Yang Jian suddenly stood up.

That's not a hand.

It wasn't just a shadow.

Instead, it was a complete, almost terrifying, black figure.

It overlaps with Yangjian.

It was as if it had emerged from Yang Jian's body.

The ghostly figure reached out and pressed down on the eerie force that was trying to be erased.

The red light reached its peak at this moment.

Zhang Dong's puppet arm froze.

Then, Yang Jian disappeared.

It wasn't erased.

Instead, they voluntarily entered a deeper realm of ghosts.

All six puppets lost their target.

Luo Wensong's puppet's ghostly aura intensified wildly, trying to force Yang Jian out.

But the red ghost domain has now covered them instead.

One layer is not enough.

Then two floors.

Two floors are not enough.

Then let's continue.

The red light thickened, flowing like blood.

All the puppets slowed down their movements.

The soil around Luo Qian's grave churned, but it could no longer get even an inch closer to Yang Jian.

One by one, the figures from the past in Meng Xiaodong's photos were frozen in red light.

Zhang Bo's aura of the ghost medicine was isolated.

Li Qing's puppet attack also lost its target.

next moment.

Yang Jian stepped out of the red light.

He first appeared behind the Luo Wensong puppet.

The ghostly figure grabbed the puppet's head.

Click.

The superposition of ghost realms came to an abrupt end.

The head of the Luo Wensong puppet was twisted open.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Jian raised his hand and waved.

The curse of the woodcutter's knife fell upon Meng Xiaodong's wooden puppet.

This time, the past figure in the photo was frozen in red light, its death delayed by a moment.

It was just a fleeting moment.

enough.

The puppet Meng Xiaodong broke off at the waist.

Black sawdust fell.

Luo Qian, the wooden puppet, wanted to bury Yang Jian with grave soil.

However, the ghostly shadows beneath Yang Jian's feet spread out, dragging the grave soil into darkness.

A dull rustling sound came from within the ghostly shadows.

It looked like a grave had been forcibly dragged away.