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

Luo Qian's puppet retreated.

Yang Jian was already standing in front of it when a cold hand fell down.

The puppet's chest split open.

Zhang Bo's puppet still wanted to activate the ghost medicine.

Yang Jian opened the ghost eye on his forehead, and red light pierced directly through its body.

The clump of medicinal mud was trapped inside the puppet's body and could not spread, after which the ghostly figure tightened.

Zhang Bo's puppet broke in two.

Li Qingmu rushed over.

It remains direct, but Yang Jian is equally direct.

The ghostly figure blocked its fist, while another pitch-black hand pierced its body.

One pull.

The supernatural structure inside the puppet's body was forcibly torn off.

In the end, only Zhang Dong puppet remained.

It was still standing.

The hand was still raised.

The exorcism was activated again.

Yang Jian looked at it, and this time, he didn't dodge.

A red light covered his entire body.

A ghostly figure stood behind him.

As the eraser fell, Yang Jian's figure blurred for a moment.

But it was only for a moment.

He took a step forward.

The second step.

third step.

Zhang Dong's puppet's arms began to crack.

It cannot erase Yang Jian's name.

At least, this 60% supernatural element alone cannot erase the current state of Yang Jian.

Yang Jian came up to it.

"pity."

He reached out and pressed down on the puppet's head.

"You are not the real Zhang Dong."

The words fell.

The ghostly figure swallowed Zhang Dong's puppet.

Click.

The last puppet shattered.

Within the crimson ghost realm, all the sounds of supernatural collisions gradually faded away.

The graves are silent.

The photo is rotten.

The ghost medicine has dried up.

The layers of ghostly realms shattered, and everything returned to deathly silence.

Much later.

A figure emerged from the blood-red ghost realm.

It's Yang Jian.

He had no obvious wounds.

The ghostly shadows beneath his feet surged even more violently than before.

Li Yao looked at him, her eyes filled with nothing but awe.

Six puppets representing the pinnacle of the old era.

Together, they are enough to sweep aside most of the ghost tamers and monsters of the world.

But in the end, they still lost.

Beyond the Ghost Realm.

The ghosts from the opera troupe remained standing in the same spot.

They had no breath and no heartbeat, yet at that moment, all the eerie figures in costumes seemed to raise their heads simultaneously.

The red light is fading.

The ghost realm that Yang Jian forcibly created, which was originally as thick as blood, is now receding layer by layer, revealing a room that has been destroyed beyond recognition.

The room can no longer be called a room.

The ground was cracked, the walls were rotten, wood chips and grave soil were mixed together, and some blackened medicinal mud remained in the corners.

The aura of the six puppets completely disappeared.

They were smashed.

But the ghosts in the opera troupe did not relax because of this.

Because they sensed something else.

A strange aura escaped.

The scent was very faint.

It was so faint that ordinary ghost tamers couldn't detect it at all.

But they are not ordinary ghosts.

They are the ghosts of the opera troupe, the pinnacle of the supernatural.

Even though it's incomplete now, you can still catch the remnants of it.

A ghost dressed in blue slowly turned its head and looked in a certain direction deep within the ghost realm.

It was deserted there.

There was nothing there.

But traces of that escape are indeed present.

They don't understand.

Shouldn't.

All six wooden puppets have been destroyed.

Even if those puppets replicated the supernatural phenomena of the old era, they were only 60% complete and not the real Zhang Dong and his companions.

If Yang Jian wanted to keep them, they couldn't possibly escape.

Moreover, Yang Jian never allowed the opera troupe ghosts to interfere from the very beginning.

He wants to fight this battle himself.

That means Yang Jian is absolutely certain.

If that's the case, why would anything still escape?

Unless, of course, that wasn't an accident.

It was Yang Jian who did it on purpose.

The ghosts in the opera troupe remained silent; they did not ask any questions.

Footsteps could be heard from within the red light.

Unhappy.

It's not slow either.

It's like a living person stepping out of a play.

Li Yao stood to the side, her face still pale.

Although she didn't actually participate in that battle, the aftershocks of that supernatural collision were enough for her to understand just how far apart she was from Yang Jian.

That's not the same level.

It can't even be described as a difference between people.

Before Yang Jian, the so-called top ghost tamers and the so-called powerful and bizarre are only a matter of time before they are defeated.

How long can it last?

Could I die a little later?

That's it.

The red light spread out completely.

Yang Jian came out.

He still looks the same.

His face was cold, he held no weapon, and the ghost eye on his forehead was slightly closed, leaving only a blood-red slit.

The ghostly shadow beneath my feet slowly wriggled, more unsettling than before.

The shadow looked as if it had just swallowed too much indigestible stuff, and it was churning on the ground.

The entire opera troupe looked at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian didn't look at them, but looked into the distance.

That's beyond the ghost paintings.

That is also the direction in which reality lies.

After a while, he said, "Let's go."

The voice was very calm.

There was no joy after victory.

There was no explanation as to why the aura had escaped earlier.

A ghost from a theatrical troupe wearing an old man's mask bowed his head slightly.

It's as if it's receiving a command.

The other members of the opera troupe also remained silent.

Li Yao hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "Just now...did something escape?"

Yang Jian paused for a moment.

He turned and glanced at her.

That glance was very faint.

But Li Yao immediately lowered her head, not daring to ask any more questions.

"Some things are more useful if they get out than if they die here."

Yang Jian only said this one sentence.

Li Yao was stunned for a moment. She didn't understand, and neither did the ghost in the opera troupe.

But Yang Jian remained silent.

He walked toward the edge of the ghost realm.

The red light flashed again, and in a flash, all the figures disappeared into the ghost painting.

……

Kyushu Headquarters.

This place hasn't been truly quiet for many days in a row.

Phone calls, intelligence reports, requests for help, death lists, and missing persons lists from all over the country were all piled up together.

On a huge screen, various paranormal events were densely marked.

The number of red zones is increasing.

Some cities have been completely locked down.

In some places, even a lockdown is no longer necessary.

Because there were no living people left in the entire city.

In the headquarters conference room, everyone looked grim.

Even though they had witnessed too many paranormal events, they knew this day would come sooner or later.

But when the strange occurrences on a global scale truly began to spiral out of control...

Only then did everyone realize just how vulnerable humanity is in the face of such a disaster.

It's not that they don't work hard.

It's not that they lack methods.

Rather, the bizarre events themselves had exceeded their capacity to handle them.

An S-level paranormal event is enough to destroy a city.

But now.

More than one.

And it's not just one place.

The impact of Ghost Lake was like opening a floodgate.

Countless suppressed anomalies surged out from that opening.

They don't need to think.

No organization is needed.

Its mere appearance is enough to cause the world to collapse.

Inside the meeting room, a person in charge spoke with a hoarse voice.

"The area where contact has been lost in the three southern cities has expanded."

"The third rescue team also did not respond."

"According to the last footage transmitted back, the floodwaters had spread to the second floor of the street."

There's something in the water.

"a lot of."

Another person immediately said, "The situation in the north is not optimistic either. The knocking ghost incident number 719 has reappeared, and the area affected is three times larger than the last time."

"The demon tamers we sent out only lasted for less than ten minutes."

"Ten minutes later, all that could be heard on his satellite phone was the sound of knocking on the door."

Someone rubbed their temples vigorously.

"Where did the opera troupe go?"

"Haven't they already been deployed?"

Why are so many incidents still spreading?