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

Yang Jian raised his spear.

The system's voice rang in his mind.

One last step is needed.

Swallow the last terror.

Complete the final progress.

Yang Jian turned around.

Qin Taotao quickly asked, "Where do you want to go first?"

Yang Jian did not turn around.

"Starving ghost."

next second.

A dark red ghost realm unfolds.

His figure disappeared from the conference room.

At the same time.

All the monitoring screens suddenly flashed.

Dajing is in ruins.

The standoff between the starving ghost and Zhang Dong has entered its most dangerous phase.

The supernatural events surrounding the female corpse in the black coffin have been revealed once again.

Zhang Dong's body was slightly bent, as if he was bearing some kind of unseen pressure.

The starving ghost's belly swelled up even more.

Its number of ghost servants is increasing.

Those demon slaves had no facial features, their skin was bluish-black, and their bellies were also swollen.

They stood amidst the ruins, layer upon layer, like a tide of the dead.

If Zhang Dong can't stop it, the starving ghosts will spread completely.

And just then...

In the center of the ruined city, a dark red light suddenly descended.

Yang Jian appeared.

He stood between the starving ghost and the female corpse in the black coffin.

He held that eerie long spear in his hand.

In that instant, the previously unconscious starving ghost stopped moving.

Zhang Dong's physical body, standing beside the black coffin, paused slightly.

The female corpse in the coffin seemed to be disturbed.

An extremely cold aura emanated from the coffin.

But the moment that aura appeared, it was blocked by the ghost domain on Yang Jian's body.

Yang Jian raised his eyes and looked at the starving ghost.

Even the starving ghost was looking at him.

His dark blue face was expressionless.

But it didn't get close immediately.

This is not an expression of fear.

The vengeful ghost has no human emotions.

However, vengeful spirits can be suppressed by higher-level supernatural forces.

At this moment, the killing pattern of the starving ghost was disrupted.

It sensed something that it could not devour.

Yang Jian then looked at the black coffin.

The female corpse in the coffin did not come out.

But the coffin lid was shaking slightly.

Zhang Dong's physical body stood there, like an empty shell.

If it were the complete Zhang Dong, perhaps this disaster would have had a different outcome.

Unfortunately, what's standing here now is just a corpse.

Yang Jian remained silent.

He raised his spear.

At the Kyushu headquarters, all the screens simultaneously captured this scene.

Although the image was blurred due to supernatural interference, everyone could still see Yang Jian.

I saw him standing between two terrifying beings.

At this moment, internet censorship is no longer meaningful.

The ghost paintings have spread globally, and paranormal events have occurred simultaneously, plunging the public into panic.

But amidst countless live streams and lingering signals, Yang Jian's figure appeared.

Someone saw him in the shelter.

Someone saw him in the subway station.

Someone saw him on the city's big screen.

Someone spotted the figure in the trench coat during a live stream that was lagging on their phone.

After a brief silence, the entire internet erupted in a frenzy.

"Who is that?"

"Yang Jian!"

"It's Yang Jian!"

"He really showed up!"

"Yang Jian is back!"

"He's in Dajing!"

"He stood before the starving ghost!"

Countless people stared at the screen, as if they had grasped the last rope.

Someone knelt on the ground and cried.

Someone was frantically refreshing the signal.

Some people clenched their fists so tightly they forgot to breathe.

For ordinary people, they don't understand the ghost realm, its rules, or its suppression.

They only knew one name.

Yang Jian.

The person who always appears before a disaster.

That demon tamer who has almost been deified.

That being regarded by countless people as their last hope.

In the ruins of the city.

Yang Jian opened his ghost eyes.

One.

Two.

Three.

The dark red ghost realm unfolds layer by layer.

The surrounding space began to distort.

The ghost servants beside the starving ghost froze instantly.

The chilling aura emanating from the female corpse in the black coffin was also forced back to the vicinity of the coffin.

Yang Jian took a step forward.

He walked slowly.

But as soon as he took that step, the starving ghost's body suddenly sank.

It felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on it.

Ghostly domains overlap.

Suppression begins.

The starving ghost opened its mouth.

It wants to eat.

This is its pattern.

It wants to devour all the supernatural things in front of it.

But just as it opened its mouth, Yang Jian's spear thrust out.

Nothing fancy.

There was no probing.

The spear tip pierced directly through the starving ghost's chest.

The next second, a bizarre dismemberment occurred.

The body of the starving ghost seemed to be dismantled by some kind of rule.

The head, torso, arms, legs, and the unknown supernatural entity inside the stomach all split apart in an instant.

It did not scream.

The vengeful ghost will not scream.

But its killing pattern was disrupted at this moment.

Those demon servants also collapsed.

One after another, bluish-black corpses lay on the ground, like rotten mud that had lost its support.

The hungry ghost's belly split open.

What surged out was not flesh and blood, but clumps of supernatural beings being devoured.

Yang Jian remained expressionless.

He reached out and grabbed.

Ghostly shadows spread out.

The ghostly apparition, after being dismembered, was forcibly dragged into his body.

The system's progress started jumping wildly.

But Yang Jian did not stop.

He turned to look at the black coffin.

The female corpse in the coffin seemed to sense the danger.

The black coffin shook violently.

Zhang Dong's body suddenly moved.

It seemed to instinctively stand in front of the coffin.

Yang Jian looked at the physical body and remained silent for a moment.

He knew who Zhang Dong was.

They also knew what this physical body once represented.

But now, it is no longer Zhang Dong.

It's just one part of the supernatural.

"Let's end it here."

Yang Jian brandished his spear.

The ghost realm instantly covered the black coffin.

Zhang Dong's physical body was frozen in place.

The spear swept across.

The power of dismemberment erupted once again.

The nearly immortal body split open from the shoulder to the chest.

It wasn't cut off.

Instead, it is broken down by the rules.

The lid of the black coffin suddenly sprang open.

The female corpse inside revealed a deathly pale face.

Her eyes were open.

There are no pupils in its eyes.

There was only darkness.

A terrifying supernatural aura spread instantly, and the sky above the ruined city seemed to be swallowed by darkness.

But Yang Jian simply raised his head.

His forehead had a scarlet ghost eye.

The seventh ghost realm, the eighth ghost realm, and so on, stacked one on top of the other.

The darkness stopped.

The supernatural presence of the female corpse was forcibly suppressed inside the coffin.

Yang Jian appeared in front of the coffin in one step.

The spear thrust down.

The spear tip pierced through the woman's forehead.

The black coffin emitted a dull thud.

It's like a door from an old era that's been nailed shut.

The woman's body began to disintegrate.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the black coffin.

Zhang Dong's physical body slowly turned into dust.

At that moment, the supernatural fluctuations in the ruined city of Dajing suddenly plummeted from their peak.

In the headquarters command center, the monitoring personnel could hardly believe their eyes.

"The 'starving ghost' reaction has disappeared!"

"The female corpse in the black coffin has stopped reacting!"

"Zhang Dong's physical supernatural reactions are returning to zero!"

"All regional ghost slaves are ineffective!"

"He...he solved it!"

The conference room was deathly silent.

The next second, cheers that had been suppressed to the extreme erupted.

Someone slammed their fist on the table and shouted.

Some people broke down in tears.

Someone was slumped in a chair, trembling all over.

Qin Taotao looked at Yang Jian on the screen, and tears finally fell.

But she wiped it off quickly.

Because it's not over yet.

The ghost paintings are still spreading.

The Ghost Lake is still churning.

The Peach Blossom Spring Project still looms large.

In the abandoned city.

Yang Jian stood still.

He completely absorbed the supernatural power of the starving ghost and the female corpse in the black coffin.

The system's voice finally rang out.

"Congratulations, host, your role-playing progress has increased."

Current progress: 100%

This moment.

Yang Jian closed his eyes.

His body did not undergo any drastic changes.

There was no earth-shattering light.

There was no extra sound.

But the supernatural phenomena of the entire world seemed to pause for a moment.

The surface of Ghost Lake no longer churns.

The peach blossoms, like ghost paintings, drifted down and stopped in mid-air.

In the old city of Donghai, Zhang Bo suddenly looked up.

For the first time, fear appeared on his face.

Meng Xiaodong also looked into the distance.

Her calm gaze finally changed.

The red thread on Zhang Hong's body trembled violently.

The seven clones froze simultaneously.

Because they sensed that something incomprehensible had appeared.

It is not a stronger vengeful ghost.

It's not a more ferocious supernatural event.

Rather, it is an end point.

Yang Jian opened his eyes.

He looked towards the East China Sea.

His gaze seemed to transcend the city, transcend the gray and white painting, and land directly on the main room where Zhang Bo and Meng Xiaodong were.

Zhang Bo's body trembled.

The paper in front of him began to spontaneously combust.

It wasn't destroyed by flames.

The words above themselves have lost their right to exist.

"impossible……"

Zhang Bo spoke in a hoarse voice.

"The plan has been launched, the ghost painting has been unveiled, and Peach Blossom Spring has been..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Yang Jian's voice echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Not big.

Yet it reached everyone's ears.

"I said."

"The past era has come to a complete end."

"The supernatural is gone."

"Under the sun."

These words were spoken.

The world is quiet.

Cracks began to appear on the gray-white canvas above the East China Sea.

The cracks spread outwards from the center.

The peach tree withered.

The bluestone path is broken.

The Peach Blossom Spring in the painting looks like ashes on paper being exposed to sunlight, gradually spreading out.

Meng Xiaodong looked down at her body.

Her figure is fading.

Zhang Bo tried to grab the ghost painting, but his hand turned to ashes as soon as he reached out.

"No……"

"This is not our ending..."

His voice was harsh and stern.

But it's no use.

The Peach Blossom Spring Project was not suppressed.

Instead, it was erased.

The ghost painting lost its supernatural quality.

The picture frame is rotten.

The canvas is cracked.

The world in the painting collapsed with a roar.

Zhang Hong stood amidst the ruins, watching her seven replicas fall one after another.

The red line is broken.

The puppet rotted.

Her true form looked up and saw a crack appear in the gray sky.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the sunlight.

The light shone on her face.

She stood there stunned for a long time.

Then the body began to dissipate.

Those who control ghosts from the previous era should not remain in this one.

Meng Xiaodong took one last look at the sunlight.

She did not struggle.

He didn't say anything.

She is like an old photograph, gently blown away by the wind.

Zhang Bo's body collapsed to the ground, turning completely to ashes.

The grayness of Donghai City has faded.

The ghost painting vanished.

The Peach Blossom Spring Project has ended.

at the same time.

Ghost Lake.

The churning lake water suddenly calmed down.

One by one, the pale arms on the lake surface sank to the bottom.

The lake that had submerged the city began to recede.

The eerie shadow trapped in the lake gradually blurred and finally disappeared completely.

Paranormal events unfolding around the world also stopped at the same time.

The peach grove behind the door disappeared.

The ghost drawings on the wall have peeled off and turned into ordinary paper.

The lights in the dark stairwell were turned on again.

The phantom of a loved one who died many years ago turned to dust.

Countless vengeful spirits seemed to have lost their support, either falling silent, rotting, or simply disappearing.

The era of the supernatural came to an end at this moment.

The true end.

In the ruins of Dajing, Yang Jian slowly lowered the spear in his hand.

His figure stood in the sunlight.

The light was ordinary.

It was just the long-awaited sunlight.

But to the world, it felt like many years had passed.

In the headquarters conference room, the red alerts on all the screens went out one by one.

"The ghost drawing reaction has disappeared."

"The Ghost Lake reaction has disappeared."

"The starving ghost reaction has disappeared."

"The national paranormal index has dropped to zero."

"The global paranormal index is dropping to zero."

"Confirmed...the large-scale paranormal resurgence has ceased."

No one cheered.

It's not that I don't want to.

Rather, this moment feels too unreal.

They stared at the screen, watching the sunlight return to the city ruins, and remained silent for a long time.

Qin Taotao slowly sat back down in her chair.

She raised her hand and looked at her palm.

The chilling feeling that had been lingering in my body was dissipating.

The supernatural forces were also leaving her.

She suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Not because of victory.

It's because I can finally breathe like a normal person.

"Is it over?"

She asked in a low voice.

No one answered.

But the answer seems quite clear.

The era of despair is finally over.

At the entrance to the conference room, Li Yao was standing there at some point.

She stared at Yang Jian's back on the screen, her expression complex.

Qin Taotao turned to look at her.

"Where is he?"

Li Yao was silent for a moment, then said softly, "He's still here."

Qin Taotao was taken aback.

Li Yao looked at the sunlight.

"He will reappear whenever the world calls his name."

Qin Taotao did not speak.

On the screen, Yang Jian's figure gradually faded away.

It's like leaving this world.

It's as if it has merged into a higher realm.

The world has regained its sunshine.

On the ruins of the city, someone pushes open the door of a shelter.

Some people walked out onto the street and looked up at the long-lost sky.

Some people cried as they hugged their loved ones.

Someone knelt on the ground, chanting that name.

Yang Jian.

But the name Li Yao finally uttered was someone else.

She said softly:

"Yang Jian".