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

In the conference room, the tension that had been weighing on everyone's hearts finally eased a little.

It's not because we won.

Rather, it's because Ghost Lake did not continue to expand.

The black coffin was not opened.

Zhang Dong's body did not move forward another step.

On the screen, the black water and shadows were still intertwined.

The fully formed Hungry Ghost stood on the lake, its body sometimes expanding and sometimes collapsing. Each time it was erased, it would be restored to its original form in the next moment.

Zhang Dong's body was being carried by his hands.

That hand seemed capable of erasing everything in the world.

But now, it can't wipe away the hungry ghost.

Even a starving ghost couldn't eat Zhang Dong.

The supernatural forces of both sides tore at each other in a pool of black water, neither able to completely overpower the other.

The Kyushu high-ranking officials, pale-faced at the sight, all subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

They personally fed an S-class vengeful ghost into its complete form.

In the past, this incident would have been enough to have the entire headquarters leadership branded with shame.

But now, nobody says that anymore.

It was this starving ghost that temporarily blocked the more terrifying resurgence of the supernatural.

Someone's throat bobbed, and they whispered, "If it weren't for the starving ghosts, Ghost Lake would have already flooded past the second line of defense."

No one objected.

The facts speak for themselves.

Zhang Dong is terrifying.

Even though he is now just an unconscious corpse, he is enough to make Kyushu feel suffocated.

If the real Zhang Dong were still alive, or if his consciousness still existed, this confrontation would not be like this at all.

He will be faster, more accurate, and more unstoppable.

But Zhang Dong now is just a physical body being drawn to the Ghost Lake.

He possesses terrifying supernatural abilities.

However, there was no complete judgment.

This is also why the starving ghost was able to hold out against him.

There's no need to judge a starving ghost.

All it needs to do is eat.

The erasure has arrived; it devours the residue.

Ghost Lake dragged it away, devouring the outstretched hand.

If a ghost gets close, it will swallow it.

Hunger is the rule itself.

The more you eat, the more terrifying it becomes; the more terrifying it is, the more you can eat.

This eerie growth method sends chills down the spines of many researchers.

But they had to admit that this chilling substance had now become their wall against disaster.

The old man stared at the screen for a long time before slowly saying, "The Ghost Lake battlefield is now under long-term monitoring."

"Report any abnormalities immediately."

"Stop throwing in any more bait."

"Don't try to get close either."

His voice was low, but no one dared to ignore it.

The commander immediately nodded: "Understood."

The old man closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again.

His gaze shifted from the image of Ghost Lake to another blank screen.

On that screen, there was only one line of red markings.

Ghost drawing: missing.

The atmosphere in the meeting room became heavy again.

Ghost Lake was temporarily stalled.

But the drawing wasn't over yet.

In a sense, the ghost paintings are another sword hanging over our heads.

Meng Xiaodong took the ghost painting away.

Nobody knows where she went.

If the Peach Blossom Spring Project is restarted, the consequences will be no less severe than those of Ghost Lake.

A plan that can rewrite reality into a supernatural realm, once launched, will involve more than just one city.

Rather, it refers to the entire Kyushu region.

Qin Taotao stood in front of the screen, her face pale.

She hadn't closed her eyes for more than twenty hours.

The operation at Ghost Lake was ordered by her personally.

The names of volunteers flashed before her eyes.

Many names have turned gray.

She cannot fall.

Not at least not now.

"What's the progress of the search for the ghost drawing?" the old man asked.

The intelligence officer immediately stood up.

"A nationwide search of the largest scale has been launched."

"All unusual and paranormal fluctuations are being screened."

"Action teams have entered the areas surrounding Donghai City, including Beijiang, Lin'an, Shanhaiguan, and Yunzhou."

"The satellite has readjusted its orbit to focus on capturing any remaining traces of the ghost domain."

The old man glanced at him: "Three days."

"I'm only giving you three days."

"If the ghost painting cannot be found within three days, Project Peach Blossom Spring may be activated at any time."

The hairs on the backs of the staff members stood on end.

He knew the weight of those words.

Three days is not a grace period.

It's the last chance.

The Ghost Lake is only holding back the most dangerous expansion within three days.

If Ghost Painting encounters further problems, Kyushu will face two S-level revivals simultaneously.

After the meeting, the entire headquarters felt like a machine that had been pushed to its limit.

The intelligence agencies worked around the clock.

All personnel in the operations department are on standby.

Local officials were urgently mobilized.

A large number of sealed archives were reopened.

The information on Guihua, Meng Xiaodong, Zhang Bo, and Zhang Hong was all placed at the very front.

No one dared to overlook any clue.

first day.

Seventeen anomalies resembling ghost paintings have appeared within Kyushu.

Some cities have experienced widespread discoloration.

Some villages were shrouded in white fog in the early hours of the morning.

A tunnel that didn't exist suddenly appeared on the highway.

When the combat personnel arrived, they discovered that none of the drawings were ghost paintings.

Some are minor paranormal events.

Some are the residual effects of ghost drawings.

There was only ordinary panic after being affected by the resurgence of Ghost Lake.

the next day.

A research team went missing in an abandoned art museum in the south.

Headquarters thought they had found a clue.

Those who rushed to provide assistance only saw walls covered with paintings of human skin.

That's another ghost.

It imitates ghost drawings, but it is not a ghost drawing.

Seven more people died while dealing with that incident.

When Qin Taotao received the report, her fingers hovered on the table for a long time.

She didn't swear.

He did not lose his composure.

He simply put that report aside and moved on to the next one.

Early morning of the third day.

Donghai City.

A patrol drone transmitted three seconds of footage before losing contact over an abandoned old town.

The video is very short.

Vague.

There are also a lot of snowflakes.

But when the headquarters' technical department magnified those three seconds of footage dozens of times, everyone fell silent.

It was a wall.

A painting hangs on the wall.

In the painting, there is an endless cobblestone path.

Peach trees line both sides of the path.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom.

It was as vibrant as blood.

At the edge of the frame stands a woman dressed in old clothes.

She had her back to the camera, as if she were looking at a painting.

Meng Xiaodong.

The technician's voice trembled: "Target confirmed."

"The ghost painting is still in Donghai City."

When these words reached the conference room, Qin Taotao suddenly looked up.

She hadn't slept all night, and her eyes were bloodshot.

But at that moment, her gaze was unusually clear.

"coordinate."

"Donghai City, Old Town, near No. 37 Haitang Road."

"That area used to be a demolition zone, and no one has lived there for three years."

"There is signal interference within a three-kilometer radius."

"Drones cannot get close."