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

Qin Taotao did not hesitate.

"Notify Yang Jian."

"Notify the operations department."

"Donghai City has entered the highest level of lockdown."

"All civilian communications are cut off, and airspace is under control."

"Move all the available troops over there."

Someone was taken aback: "Make our move now?"

Qin Taotao looked at him: "Ghosts cannot be killed."

"But Meng Xiaodong's physical body can be destroyed."

"Zhang Bo is the same."

"The Peach Blossom Spring Project will be disrupted as long as the vehicles they use to carry out their operations are killed."

"This is not about dealing with ghost paintings."

"This is to stop them from launching the plan."

The command was issued.

The combat system, which had been silent for three days, instantly erupted in excitement.

Outside Donghai City, barricades were erected.

Armed helicopters took off from a nearby base.

A formation of fighter jets streaked across the gloomy sky.

Armored vehicles, tanks, missile launchers, special forces, and paranormal combat teams all moved towards the old city of Donghai.

This is no ordinary battle.

Headquarters is well aware of this.

Modern weapons can't kill ghosts.

However, modern weapons can destroy the carrier.

Meng Xiaodong's ability to act now must be due to some kind of real-world medium.

Zhang Bo couldn't have created the Peach Blossom Spring Project out of thin air.

There is still a chance if we can break their bodies and disrupt their preparations.

Before taking action, Qin Taotao sent the message to Yang Jian.

She didn't hide anything.

She put the matter of Ghost Lake aside for the time being.

But you can't press down on the ghost drawing.

After the coordinates of Donghai City were sent, there was a few seconds of silence in the communication channel.

Then, Yang Jian's voice came.

"Is Meng Xiaodong still in Donghai?"

Qin Taotao said, "Yes."

"The ghost drawing is also there."

"We are prepared to strike first and destroy her vessel."

On the other end of the communication, Yang Jian's tone was very calm.

"Don't get too close."

"She is no ordinary ghost tamer."

Qin Taotao said, "I know."

Yang Jian then asked, "Where's Zhang Bo?"

"Not confirmed yet."

"But he's most likely there too."

Yang Jian remained silent for a moment.

"Hold them off."

"Don't let the plan come to fruition."

Qin Taotao could hear the coldness in his voice.

"We will do our best."

After the communication ended, Qin Taotao looked at the large command screen.

The map of Donghai City was enlarged.

Near No. 37 Haitang Road is a cluster of abandoned buildings.

The buildings were dilapidated and the streets were narrow.

This area was originally part of an old city renovation project, but it was shelved for many years due to a lack of funding.

This uninhabited area has now become the most suitable place to hide ghost paintings.

The first batch of reconnaissance drones entered.

The image started to turn white as soon as we got within two kilometers.

The streets are still streets.

It's still a building.

But all the colors faded gradually, as if they had been washed with water.

The operator whispered, "Image area impact."

"We are 1,800 meters away from the target point."

The drone continued its advance.

The next second, a peach tree appeared in the scene.

The operator's pupils contracted.

There should be no peach trees in the old town of Donghai.

But that peach tree was growing right in the middle of the road.

The branches are covered with peach blossoms.

A gust of wind blows, and the petals fall.

The drone's camera lens was suddenly covered by a flower petal.

The signal was interrupted.

The second drone flew around from high altitude.

It avoids the street and approaches from above the building.

Halfway through the flight, an old, dilapidated hall appeared in the scene.

Inside the main room, a painting hangs on the wall.

A person is sitting in front of the painting.

The person had their head down, as if they were writing something.

The technician immediately zoomed in on the image.

Zhang Bo.

Although it was only for a moment, they saw it clearly.

Zhang Bo is inside.

There was a table in front of him, with paper, a pen, and some old objects that were hard to see.

The ghost painting hung behind him.

Meng Xiaodong stood not far away.

Beside her was a blurry figure.

The scene abruptly ends here.

The drone crashed.

Everyone in the conference room stood up.

"Zhang Bo's location confirmed."

"Confirm the location of the graffiti."

"Meng Xiaodong's location confirmed."

Qin Taotao said coldly, "Begin the operation."

Outside Donghai City.

The first round of long-range strikes has begun.

Several precision-guided missiles streaked across the sky and fell from different directions toward the heart of the old city.

The firelight left a blinding trail under the dark clouds.

Ground troops remained at a safe distance, and everyone stared into the distance.

The missile fell.

boom!

The enormous explosion shook the entire East China Sea.

In the center of the old city, flames soared into the sky.

Abandoned buildings were directly torn up.

Thick smoke rose.

The shockwave shattered the windows on both sides of the street.

An ordinary flesh and blood body could not survive such an attack.

But no one at headquarters cheered.

Because they knew things couldn't be that simple.

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, a patch of peach blossoms suddenly appeared on the surveillance footage.

Peach blossoms fall amidst the flames.

Those petals are not afraid of fire.

They are not afraid of any impact.

They drifted out from the explosion's epicenter and landed on the ground.

Then, the collapsed buildings began to become blurry.

It's like there's a canvas covering reality.

The streets that were destroyed were gradually restored to their pre-explosion state.

The operations commander's expression changed: "Reality has been overwritten."

Qin Taotao said, "Continue."

The second round of attacks followed immediately.

This time it's not just missiles.

Long-range artillery began to cover the area.

The tank formation advanced to the designated area and carried out direct fire bombardment on the target buildings.

Fighter jets flew low overhead and dropped bunker buster bombs.

The entire old town looked as if it had been repeatedly crushed by a giant hand.

Explosions came one after another.

Dust, flames, gravel, and steel bars were all mixed together.

But even during a lull in the gunfire, the cobblestone path reappeared.

The peach trees still appeared.

It's becoming increasingly clear.

Deep in the old city.

Zhang Bo sat at the table, his face pale.

His body was clearly not normal.

His skin was like paper, with a deathly gray hue.

But his hands were very steady.

He held a pen and wrote something on the paper, stroke by stroke.

That's not ordinary writing.

With each stroke of the pen, the surrounding reality dims a little more.

The ghost painting hung behind him.

The Peach Blossom Spring depicted in the painting is slowly expanding.

Meng Xiaodong stood at the door, watching the artillery fire falling continuously in the distance.

Her face was expressionless.

At her feet, a puppet lay there.

The puppet was old, with blackened red thread wrapped around its joints.

Not far away, Zhang Hong squatted on the ground and reached out to press down on the puppet's head.

Her eyes were bloodshot.

She did not dodge when the artillery fire began.

Because she knew that hiding was pointless.

What she had to do was block it.

"How much longer?" Zhang Hong asked.

Zhang Bo did not look up.

"A little time."

Zhang Hong gritted her teeth: "How long is 'one o'clock'?"

Zhang Bo said, "That's enough for you to die several times over."

Zhang Hong chuckled.

The laughter was a bit crazy.

"That's enough."

She pressed down hard on the puppet's hand.

The puppet's face began to change.

The previously blank facial features gradually emerged.

The first one is Zhang Hong's own face.

Then, a second face appeared.

The third one, the fourth one.

Until the seventh card.

Each face looked as if it had been smeared from the skin of a dead person—stiff, cold, yet carrying an indescribable eeriness.

The next moment, six figures appeared behind Zhang Hong.

Their bodies were as stiff as puppets, yet their movements were no different from those of living people.

Six figures emerged from the main room, facing the gunfire outside.

An anomaly quickly appeared on the headquarters' operations screen.

"A new humanoid unit has appeared in the target area."

"Quantity seven."

"No, it's Zhang Hong."

"Did she clone herself?"

A researcher stared at the screen, his voice urgent: "Puppet Ghost."

"She used the power of the puppet demon."

"These replicas may possess some of her supernatural abilities."

The commander's face darkened: "Can't we just shoot it down?"

Qin Taotao said, "Hit."

The order has been issued.

The third round of firepower coverage.

A shell landed next to a replica of Zhang Hong.

The explosion instantly tore her body apart.

The puppet's limbs, though torn apart, fell to the ground without bleeding.

The fragments bounced on the ground, as if pulled by threads, and then pieced themselves back together.

The clone raised its head and continued walking forward.

Another clone stands at the street corner with its hands raised.

Red threads flew out from her sleeves.

Those red lines were so thin they were almost invisible, yet they stopped the shrapnel that was flying at high speed in mid-air.

The shrapnel got tangled in the red thread and stopped in mid-air.

Then, it fell as if it had lost its weight.

The tank gun fired again.

boom!

A building was breached.

But as the cannonball passed through the street, it was caught by a puppet's arm.

That arm was shattered in the explosion.

However, the explosion was deliberately deflected and landed in a nearby abandoned building.

The flames engulfed everything.

The clone emerged from the flames, half of its body charred, yet it still did not fall.

The combat troops began to realize that while conventional firepower could damage them, it could not effectively kill them.

Because these things are not people.

It is a supernatural vessel created by the puppet ghost.

The real Zhang Hong is hiding within the area covered by the ghost painting.

As long as she exists, the clones will continue to repair themselves.

Ground troops began their advance.

Special operations teams, carrying high-temperature incendiary bombs, electromagnetic interference equipment, and paranormal sealing containers, stormed in from three routes.

The moment the first squad entered the gray-white street, the captain sensed something was wrong.

The communication was filled with static.

The buildings on both sides of the road looked unfamiliar.

The intersection that was originally marked on the map is gone.

Instead, a cobblestone path has been erected.