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

Qin Taotao turned around and saw this scene, her eyes hardening.

She no longer preserves the supernatural.

Ghost Driver has made a full comeback.

An invisible bus seemed to burst out of her body and crash into the back of the woman in red.

At the same time, the doors of the Ghost Post Office opened completely.

A letter bearing Li Yao's name was thrown out, landing next to the golden candlestick.

The post office's rules enforced the delivery system.

Recipient: Li Yao.

Delivery location: in front of the golden candlestick.

This moment.

The barriers surrounding Li Yao loosened.

Her body was drawn forward by the letter, and she took half a step.

It's just this half step.

Her fingers touched the golden candlestick.

Icy.

heavy.

Unlike ordinary gold.

It's more like something that's been steeped in countless supernatural phenomena.

The moment Li Yao grabbed the candlestick, the entire old city trembled violently.

The woman in red stopped moving for the first time.

All the red-clad female ghosts around them turned their heads at the same time to look at Li Yao.

At that moment, Li Yao felt as if she had grasped the key to the entire ghost painting.

But at the same moment, a terrifying backlash surged into her body through the candlestick.

The skin on her arms quickly turned gray.

The marks spread wildly.

She's going to be drawn into the painting.

Qin Taotao said sternly, "Let go!"

Li Yao did not relax.

She knew that if she let go, she would lose the game.

She gritted her teeth.

The power of the still ghost enveloped itself, forcibly stopping the spread of the painting marks.

The chilling aura of the water droplet seeped into the candlestick from his palm, weakening the backlash.

The power of the ghost was gathered in her other hand.

She wasn't trying to film the woman in red.

She wanted to photograph the connection between the candlestick and the ghost painting.

"Cut it off!"

Li Yao struck down with her palm.

boom!

The golden candlestick trembled violently, the ground in the center of the old city cracked open, and the red dress on the woman in red suddenly billowed up.

She seemed to have finally been provoked.

Even though it was suppressed, her supernatural abilities still erupted at this moment.

A gray-white ghostly aura erupted from her body, and Qin Taotao was directly blasted back, crashing into the bluestone road.

Li Yao was also forced to kneel on one knee.

But her hand still gripped the golden candlestick tightly.

A white candle hung to one side, its flame burning quietly.

That voice didn't help.

It just watched.

It felt like watching a real game.

Li Yao raised her head.

Her face was deathly pale, but her eyes were cold.

"It's not over yet."

She urged the ghost to strike again.

The second palm strike.

boom!

Cracks have appeared in the invisible connection beneath the golden candlestick.

One by one, the lanterns in the old town went out, and the open space behind the woman in red began to collapse, with half of Li Yao's body almost covered by the paint marks.

Qin Taotao struggled to get up.

She knew this was her last chance, and she used all the rules of the Ghost Post Office against that crack.

The mail route was not for attack.

Rather, it was to send them away.

Send away the connection between the golden candlestick and the ghost painting.

The ghost driver also crashed into it at the same time.

The third collision.

Li Yao's third palm strike landed.

Click.

As if some unseen bone had broken, the golden candlestick was forcibly pulled from the ground.

Li Yao grabbed it and fell backward.

The entire old town fell into a deathly silence. The woman in red stood there, her red veil hanging down, and the red on her clothes faded a little.

The remaining red-clad female ghosts around them began to disappear one by one.

The flame of the white candle flickered.

That playful voice, tinged with laughter, rang out.

"You win."

Li Yao lay on the ground, panting heavily.

Half of her body remained grayish-white, but the marks did not continue to spread.

Qin Taotao walked to her side and looked down at the golden candlestick in her hand.

But this victory was not easy.

The flame of the white candle gradually dwindled, and that voice rang out for the last time.

"The price for lighting these candles will be extinguished."

"Good luck."

Chapter 35 Good luck to you all

The old town was plunged back into darkness.

The moment the white candle went out, everything that had been suppressed by it seemed to regain its breath.

Qin Taotao stood on the bluestone road.

She was holding a golden candlestick in her hand.

The candlestick is very heavy.

It was so heavy it didn't look like an object; it looked more like a bone that had been forcibly dug out from the root of a ghost painting.

Li Yao lay beside her, half of her body was grayish-white, and the marks of the painting still remained on her skin, but they did not continue to spread.

They won.

At least they won the game just now.

The price of the wishing candles was waived, and the golden candlestick was taken away, but Qin Taotao felt no relief whatsoever.

Because the woman in red was still standing in front.

She did not disappear.

In the heart of the old town, a woman in red lowered her head, her face hidden by a red veil.

The red dress she wore was no longer as vibrant as before; instead, it had darkened considerably, resembling a blood-stained cloth soaked in water.

Most of the red-clad female ghosts around had disappeared.

The gray-white ghost domain will no longer be compressed.

But that deathly silence was even more terrifying than before.

Li Yao supported herself on the ground and slowly sat up.

She looked at the woman in red, her brows furrowing more and more.

"She's still here."

Qin Taotao did not speak.

Of course she saw it.

She originally thought that with the golden candlestick taken away, the woman in red would lose her support, be weakened by the rules of the ghost painting, or even disappear.

But now it seems that it hasn't happened.

The other party remained silent.

That silence didn't seem like the quiet after being defeated.

It's more like something is changing.

Qin Taotao whispered, "What does the last sentence on the wishing candle mean?"

Li Yao did not answer immediately.

Those words still echoed in her ears.

Best of luck to you.

It's very light.

With a smile.

It was as if they foresaw something even worse was about to happen.

The wishing candles did not remind them to leave, nor did they say that it would be safe after the game ended.

It simply said, "Good luck to you."

Looking at the woman in red, Li Yao suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.

That unease didn't come from the ghost painting.

It comes from logic.

What they just did appears to be a victory.

But if you look at the whole thing from a different angle, it's completely different.

The woman in red stood in the center of the old city, with a golden candlestick behind her, and she wouldn't allow anyone to approach it.

So.

Was she protecting the candlestick, or was she being suppressed by it?

If it's the latter, taking away the candlestick would be equivalent to releasing her.

If it's the former, taking away the candlestick would be tantamount to destroying the meaning of her existence.

Li Yao's expression suddenly changed.

She figured it out.

The woman in red is not an ordinary vengeful ghost; she is a ghost controller after death.

A person who once controlled or suppressed ghost paintings.

She stands here even after her death because some lingering mission sustains her.

That mission might be to guard the golden candlestick.

Perhaps it was to maintain some kind of balance by using the golden candlestick.

But now, the candlestick has been taken away.

Her mission was over.

What happens when a dead demon tamer loses their last remaining obsession?

There is only one answer.

The evil spirits have returned.

A complete recovery.

There is no longer any purpose, no longer any protection, only slaughter!