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

The sky over the old city of Donghai turned completely gray-white.

That wasn't a cloudy day.

It wasn't fog either.

It is not a canvas that is being laid out.

It spread outwards from the center of the old city, across streets, across ruins, and across high-rises shattered by artillery fire.

Peach blossoms fall.

A petal drifted into the viewfinder of the drone.

The next second, the image in the camera lens began to fade.

The reinforced concrete was transformed into ink lines.

The flames turned into paint.

The corpses, tanks, and shell craters were all covered in a layer of grayish-white.

Then, the drone lost contact.

In the command center, everyone watched as one black screen after another went black, and no one spoke.

The alarm continued to sound.

"No contact has been made with people in the central area of ​​Donghai City."

"The third blockade line has failed."

"The area covered by the ghost paintings continues to expand."

"The affected area exceeds three kilometers."

"Breaking through five kilometers."

"Breaking through 10 kilometers!"

The staff member's voice was already trembling.

That was not an ordinary disaster spread.

That's reality being replaced by the supernatural.

Ghostly drawings are incorporating reality into their depictions.

For every meter it spreads, reality shrinks by one meter.

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

She has given all the orders she can.

Evacuate.

blockade.

Long-range strikes.

Information control.

But these commands all seemed very slow at this moment.

too slow.

Ghost paintings are not human armies; they do not need roads or time.

As long as it exists, it will spread.

Once it unfolds, it will devour reality.

What's even more terrifying is that this time, the ghost paintings are no longer just ghost paintings.

It is the Peach Blossom Spring Project.

Meng Xiaodong, Zhang Bo, Zhang Hong.

These three people used the ghost painting as a medium to revive a plan that should have been buried long ago.

"Numerous peach orchard images have appeared along the coast of the East China Sea."

"The satellite imagery is abnormal."

"The clouds were covered by gray-white areas."

"It's not a weather phenomenon, it's a supernatural invasion."

"Ghostly reflections appeared in two southern cities."

"Peach blossoms have been found falling in the western mountainous region."

"An unknown area has been detected on the northern border."

Messages kept coming in.

The expressions on the faces of the senior executives in the conference room grew increasingly grim.

It's not that they haven't seen paranormal events.

They had even just personally released an S-class vengeful spirit to ward off something even more terrifying.

But at this moment.

Everyone understands.

The real catastrophe has arrived.

It is not a city.

It's not a province.

It's the whole country.

Even globally.

A high-ranking official asked in a hoarse voice, "How's it going with the Starving Ghosts?"

Screen switch.

Outside of Dajing City, in a desolate, abandoned city.

The starving ghost was still standing there.

It was thin and bluish-black, with a swollen belly, and the stench of its corpse seemed to emanate from through the screen.

In front of it was a black coffin.

The black coffin was half-open.

A stiff figure stood beside the coffin.

Zhang Dong.

That body had no expression, no consciousness, and no soul.

But it just stood there.

Like an insurmountable wall.

The starving ghost wanted to get closer.

Zhang Dong then raised his hand.

The starving ghost wanted to devour it.

Zhang Dong then suppressed it.

The supernatural forces between the two sides created a terrifying balance.

The surrounding ground has collapsed several times.

One abandoned building after another disappeared.

But they still couldn't determine a winner.

Seeing this, many people subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

This is absurd.

The reason they breathed a sigh of relief was that an S-class vengeful ghost was temporarily blocked by another, even more terrifying corpse.

They personally nurtured the fully-fledged starving ghosts.

They released something they shouldn't have.

But right now, this vengeful ghost has become their only means of holding back the female corpse in the black coffin.

An old man closed his eyes and whispered, "At least they're still at a stalemate."

No one objected.

Because that's the truth.

Zhang Dong is very strong.

So powerful that even if only a physical body remained, it could still fight against the starving ghosts.

But he is not alive now.

He was unconscious.

No judgment was made.

He was also unable to unleash the full power that belonged to Zhang Dong.

But the starving ghosts are different.

A starving ghost is a complete vengeful spirit.

It has no intelligence, but it possesses the purest rules of killing.

It can devour, it can grow, and it can spread its demonic slaves into a plague.

Once this stalemate is broken, no one dares to imagine the consequences.

But now, they no longer have the energy to just look at the starving ghosts.

Because the Ghost Lake has not yet calmed down.

The Peach Blossom Spring Project is spreading again.

At the same time, Kyushu faced three catastrophes.

The fully evolved starving ghost.

Ghost Lake.

Ghostly Peach Blossom Spring.

When those three names were displayed on the screen, the entire conference room became eerily quiet.

Nobody knows how to win.

Nobody even knows if they can win.

Qin Taotao forced herself to calm down.

Her gaze swept over all the data, finally settling on a grayed-out communications window.

Yang Jian.

Still can't get in touch.

Her fingers were pressed tightly against the table, her nails almost digging in.

"Keep in touch."

The staff member whispered, "We've called seventy-three times already, but there's been no response."

Qin Taotao did not turn around.

"Then seven hundred and thirty times."

No one spoke anymore.

Because they also knew that if Yang Jian didn't show up, then this disaster might truly have no answer.

Just then, the global paranormal monitoring map suddenly began to change color over a large area.

It's not red.

It is grayish-white.

Patches of grayish-white areas began to emerge from the East China Sea, and then spread out across the world like drops of ink falling into water.

Not just Kyushu.

Abnormal footage was also transmitted from surveillance cameras in overseas cities.

Peach blossoms fall from the sky over the city.

A small bluestone path appears at the end of a street.

An old painting appeared on the wall of a church.

Peach trees suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the desert.

Someone pushed open the door, and outside was not a corridor, but a peach orchard.

Some people even saw their long-deceased relatives standing in the painting, waving to them.

The Peach Blossom Spring Project is not just about swallowing up reality.

It is still tempting the living.

It gives people a seemingly peaceful world.

There was no hunger.

There was no fighting.

There are no supernatural elements.

But the price is that people become part of the painting.

That's not the Peach Blossom Spring.

It was a painted grave.

"Ghostly projections appearing worldwide!"

"SOS signals have been received from multiple regions overseas!"

"The paranormal index has broken historical records!"

"The water level in Ghost Lake has risen again!"

"New ghost slave reactions have appeared in the starving ghost area!"

"The supernatural activity surrounding the female corpse in the black coffin is increasing!"

A series of sounds exploded at the same time.

Someone slumped into a chair.

Someone covered their face forcefully.

Some people had pale lips and could no longer speak.

They once thought the worst was yet to come.

But now we realize that the worst of times actually goes on to have an even deeper layer.

Inside the highest conference room at the Kyushu headquarters.

An elderly man with gray hair looked at the screen and suddenly asked, "How many shelters are left?"

"Less than 60%"

"Can it protect against ghost drawings?"

The staff member remained silent for a moment.

"Uncertain."

The old man asked again, "Can it withstand the Ghost Lake?"

"cannot."

"Can it ward off hungry ghosts?"