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

balance.

Those two words instantly changed the atmosphere in the meeting room.

What they were most afraid of was being swallowed by the starving ghost.

But now, the starving ghost has finally formed a confrontation with Zhang Dong's corpse and Ghost Lake.

This is not a victory, but it is a delay.

As long as the situation is stalled, the awakening of the female corpse in the black coffin will be affected.

As long as we hold them back, Ghost Lake cannot expand easily.

As long as they can stall for time, Yang Jian still has some time.

The old man slowly sat back down in his chair.

He looked very tired.

In just ten minutes, he looked ten years older.

How many volunteers are left?

"Almost all of the first batch have lost contact."

"The second batch is approaching."

The old man paused for a moment.

"Cease further investment."

The commander was taken aback: "But the starving ghosts can continue to devour..."

The old man shook his head.

That's enough.

"Now it can compete with Zhang Dong, and continuing to feed it may not be the result we want."

"Let the rest of you retreat."

This statement brought a sigh of relief to many people.

They feared the elderly man would continue to issue orders, and they also feared they would have to continue to carry them out.

The command was issued.

Among the second batch of volunteers, some did not enter the most dangerous area.

Many of them were stunned when they received the evacuation order.

Someone sat on the ground and cried loudly.

Some people turned and ran.

Some people stared at the black water in the distance, remaining motionless for a long time.

It's not that they aren't afraid of death.

It's not that those who have already gone in can't come back.

Those who survived will remember them.

On the battlefield of Ghost Lake, the starving ghost and Zhang Dong's corpse are still locked in a stalemate.

The black coffin trembled continuously.

The female corpse is still inside.

But the coffin lid was not opened.

The erasure of Zhang Dong's body was obscured by shadows.

The drag effect of Ghost Lake has been weakened by being swallowed up.

The starving ghost could not get past Zhang Dong to eat the black coffin.

Zhang Dong was also unable to drag the starving ghost to the bottom of the lake as he had done before.

The two sides are like two mountains crushing each other.

No one can immediately overpower the other.

The expansion of the blackwater has slowed down.

very slow.

It was so slow it was almost stagnant.

Inside headquarters, someone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could finish exhaling, the monitor whispered, "The black coffin's awakening is still progressing, but the speed is slowing down."

The meeting room fell silent again.

Yes.

It's just stalling.

This is not a solution.

The female corpse in the black coffin is still awake.

Zhang Dong's body still stands in Ghost Lake.

The hungry ghost has grown into its complete form.

In this battlefield, if anything gets out of control, it will cause an irreparable disaster.

They simply used countless lives to postpone the worst outcome a little.

Qin Taotao looked at the screen.

In the scene, shadows intertwine with black water.

Zhang Dong's body stood there, like a death god that would never fall.

The black coffin trembled behind him.

The starving ghosts devoured him.

She suddenly felt it was absurd.

Humans, in order to survive, actually have to rely on a starving ghost.

The other vengeful spirits must be brought to its mouth.

We should pray that it becomes stronger.

But that's reality.

In the supernatural age, there are never clean choices.

It's already difficult enough to just survive.

A staff member walked up to Qin Taotao and whispered, "There's still no news from Yang Jian."

Qin Taotao remained silent for a moment.

"Continue to block the news."

"Don't distract him until the ghost drawing is finished."

The staff member nodded and left.

Qin Taotao knew that this blockade couldn't be kept secret for long.

Yang Jian is no ordinary person.

If he wants to know, he will definitely find out.

But at least for now, they have to hold on.

We can't put all the weight on him alone.

Even if he still needs to come back to clean up the mess in the end.

At least until then, Kyushu cannot fall.

The edge of the black water.

The wind grew colder.

The equipment left behind by the volunteers was scattered on the ground.

Some are still playing sound.

Some have already been submerged.

A broken glove floated on the water's surface and quickly sank.

There is no tombstone.

It has no name.

Many people don't even leave behind their bodies.

But what they did has changed the battlefield.

The shadow of the starving ghosts continues to expand.

With each wriggling motion, it swallows a portion of the supernatural beings in the Ghost Lake.

Every time Zhang Dong's corpse raised its hand, it would wipe away a part of its body.

Both sides are mutually depleting each other.

They suppress each other.

The knocking sounds from inside the black coffin still lingered.

thump.

thump.

thump.

It's just a little slower than before.

This is enough.

That's enough for now, at least.

In the headquarters conference room, the old man looked at the screen and slowly said, "Record the names of all participants."

"The highest level of resettlement for family members."

"They did not die on ordinary battlefields."

"They are leading the demons to demons on behalf of Kyushu."

No one speaks.

But everyone remembered that sentence.

On the screen, the eerie fluctuation curve continued to jump wildly.

Red, black, and gray, intertwined.

The starving ghosts no longer sink.

Zhang Dong's body stopped moving forward.

The expansion of Ghost Lake was abruptly halted.

This operation, which used living people as bait, finally yielded results.

tragic.

But it works.

In the center of that black water, the fully formed starving ghost slowly opened its non-existent mouth.

Shadows rolled in, and hunger spread silently.

It stared at Zhang Dong's corpse.

They were also staring at the black coffin behind Zhang Dong.

It still wants to eat.

Ghost Lake still wants to drag it down.

Zhang Dong's body was still standing with his hand raised.

The three are stuck in a stalemate.

Like a string stretched to its limit.

Nobody knows when this string will break.

Nobody knows who it will hit after it breaks.

But at least for this moment.

Ghost Lake did not win.

The black coffin was not opened.

Even the starving ghost didn't sink.