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

No one answered.

The answer is clear.

It's unstoppable.

So-called shelters can only protect against artillery fire, plague, radiation, and even brief attacks from ordinary vengeful spirits.

But it couldn't stop a painting.

It can't stop a lake.

Even less could stop a starving ghost that would keep devouring both vengeful spirits and living people.

Despair washed over everyone's chest like ice water.

Qin Taotao looked up at the ever-expanding gray-white area on the main screen.

She suddenly felt very tired.

Since the resurgence of supernatural phenomena, Kyushu has been holding on.

Ordinary people are holding on.

Headquarters is holding on.

They sacrificed too many lives and paid too high a price.

In the end, however, the supernatural completely revived, and humanity was like a child standing in front of a tsunami holding up a plank.

It's not that I don't try.

The gap is too large.

"Minister Qin."

Someone spoke softly.

Qin Taotao turned her head.

"Should we initiate the final evacuation plan?"

Final evacuation plan.

The moment that name was mentioned, the atmosphere in the meeting room became even more somber.

That wasn't a plan for victory; it was a plan for the spark of civilization.

Abandon most of the region, concentrate on protecting a minority, and make the continuation of humanity the ultimate goal.

Qin Taotao did not answer immediately.

She knew what this button meant; pressing it would be tantamount to admitting that Kyushu could no longer hold onto its current territory.

It is acknowledged that hundreds of millions of people will be swallowed up by the supernatural wave.

Her throat moved.

Just then.

Click.

A very soft voice suddenly came from the conference room.

It was like glass cracking, or like a door being pushed open.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

This is the highest-security command center in Kyushu.

Hundreds of meters underground.

There were layers of security outside, and no one could enter silently.

The guard immediately raised his gun.

Qin Taotao also turned around abruptly.

A crack appeared in the air in the corner of the conference room.

The crack wasn't a spatial rift; it was more like a scarlet eye opening in the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, a dark red light spread out.

A figure walked out from inside.

He wore an old trench coat, his face was indifferent, and although he wasn't tall, he seemed to press down on the air in the entire room.

On his forehead, a scarlet ghost eye slowly rotated.

That eye swept across the conference room.

Everyone felt their bodies stiffen.

It's not fear.

It's instinct.

It's like an ordinary person being watched by something beyond their comprehension.

Qin Taotao was stunned.

She looked at that face, her voice trembling slightly.

"You are... Yang Jian?"

The man looked up.

His gaze was calm.

"it's me."

Just two short words.

The meeting room seemed to be ablaze with excitement.

Someone suddenly stood up.

Some people looked at him in disbelief, while others instinctively stepped back, only to stop shortly afterward.

They were all too familiar with that face.

It appeared on the screen.

It appeared in the archives.

It has been mentioned in countless meetings.

He is Yang Jian.

It was also the name that all the hopes in this world would eventually converge. Qin Taotao's eyes reddened, but she forcibly suppressed her emotions.

"You're finally back."

Yang Jian did not explain where he had gone, nor did he inquire about the current situation.

He only glanced at the main screen.

On the screen, the ghostly image spreads, the ghost lake surges, and the starving ghost and Zhang Dong are locked in a stalemate.

The world seems to have split into three pieces.

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze.

"The paranormal has completely revived."

"Well then, it's time to end this."

His voice wasn't loud.

But everyone in the conference room could hear it clearly.

End.

It's not suppression.

It's not a lockdown.

It's not procrastination.

It is the end.

Qin Taotao's heart skipped a beat.

She looked at Yang Jian and suddenly felt that the person in front of her was completely different from before.

Yang Jian used to be very strong, so strong that even fierce ghosts were afraid of him.

But he was still like a human being.

There was exhaustion, silence, and repression.

But now, Yang Jian no longer has that shaky feeling.

He seemed to be standing in a higher position.

calm.

完整。

Unshakeable.

Yang Jian extended his hand.

"I want gold."

Qin Taotao immediately asked, "How much?"

"Enough to make one gun barrel."

She didn't ask why, and she didn't even hesitate.

"Prepare immediately!"

The moment the order was given, the entire headquarters sprang into action.

The gold reserves were opened.

The highest-level foundry was activated, and all relevant personnel were temporarily mobilized.

Nobody asked why.

No one dared to delay.

They knew very well that any second now could determine the fate of the world.

Yang Jian stood in the conference room, waiting quietly.

He didn't look at the shocked expressions on the faces of the higher-ups, nor did he look at the scenes of the outside world gradually collapsing.

His consciousness settled within his body.

That was the final prompt from the system.

He has reached the final step.

The character Yang Jian's full power is only missing a point to hold it, a weapon that can connect all the supernatural items.

Gold cannot suppress the vengeful spirit.

But gold can both repel the supernatural and become a container for it.

He didn't want ordinary weapons.

Instead, it is a supernatural spear that can end this era.

Time passed in a stifling atmosphere, while news from the outside world continued to arrive.

"Ghostly projections have entered the inland areas."

"Donghai City is no longer observable."

"The number of entrances to Peach Blossom Spring has increased."

"The water level of Ghost Lake is approaching the third line of defense."

"The area of ​​the starving ghosts is experiencing violent fluctuations."

"Zhang Dong's physical condition is unstable."

Each message is like a countdown.

at last.

Twenty minutes later.

The conference room door was opened.

Several fully armed men pushed in a gold box.

The box is very long.

It was covered with blockade numbers.

Inside, there was a newly formed golden gun barrel.

There is no pattern.

There is no decoration.

It was just pure gold, heavy, cold, and with a dim light.

Qin Taotao whispered, "This is the fastest we can do it."

Yang Jian walked over.

He reached out and gripped the gun.

The moment the gold touched his palm, the lights in the conference room flickered.

next second.

One after another, supernatural objects appeared around him.

No one could see clearly what those things actually were.

They only saw a dark shadow writhing, a scarlet light opening, a stench of decay surging, and a chilling curse spreading outwards like a tide.

The guards turned pale, but they did not retreat.

Qin Taotao held her breath.

She watched as those things gradually merged into the golden gun barrel.

The gold began to change color.

It won't turn black, nor will it turn red.

Instead, it's as if it's been eroded by countless supernatural forces, yet forcibly sealed within by gold.

Dark patterns appeared on the gun.

Those dark patterns resembled eyes, cracks, fingers in the grave soil, or some indescribable rule.

The temperature in the conference room plummeted.

Some people are having difficulty breathing.

Someone heard the whispers of the dead in their ear, but it only lasted for a few seconds.

Yang Jian clenched his fist tightly.

All the anomalies vanished instantly, and a long spear appeared in his hand.

The gun barrel is made of gold.

The tip of the spear seemed to be condensed in darkness, while the butt of the spear was wrapped in scarlet light.

It made no sound.

But everyone who saw it had the same thought.

This is not a weapon for the living; it is something used to nail down vengeful ghosts.