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

We must immediately shift the blame onto the people of Sakura!

They hoped to achieve this through this method.

To quell Yang Jian's anger and stop him from targeting players from the United States.

Following the United States, other countries that had previously participated in the joint sanctions, such as the United States and France, also issued similar statements immediately.

They rushed to sever ties with the Sakura Kingdom.

In a short time.

Sakura Country became the target of public criticism and was pushed to the forefront of controversy.

However, regarding all of this...

However, the Sakura Kingdom has yet to respond.

because.

At this moment, they are facing an unprecedented crisis of national annihilation.

Sakura Country, Eastern Capital.

Shibuya was once one of the world's busiest crossroads.

But now it has become a dead zone.

The sky was an eerie gray-white.

Countless balloons of varying sizes and grotesque human heads hung over the city like dark clouds.

Underneath each human head balloon.

A headless corpse was hanging from each of them, swaying gently in the breeze, creating an extremely eerie scene.

on the street.

There was no one there, only a deathly silence.

In the center of that intersection stood a man dressed in a well-tailored suit.

just.

His neck was completely bare.

He has no head.

He is the source of the resurgence of the S-class paranormal event, the "human head balloon"!

The entire Sakura Kingdom.

It has been completely consumed by terror, order has collapsed, and it has fallen into an apocalyptic state.

they.

They no longer have the energy or ability to respond to any external disturbances.

……

Inside the eerie hotel.

The hunting game has reached a fever pitch.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream came from a guest room.

Players from the United States.

A tall, muscular white man was surrounded by several ghosts from a theatrical troupe.

A ferocious demon with a blue face and fangs opened its blood-red maw and bit off his neck.

Fresh blood gushed out.

It stained the wall red.

In an instant, the player was torn to pieces, beyond any hope of survival.

however.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The very next second after he was dismembered, his body miraculously reformed perfectly on the bed in the center of the room.

He has been resurrected.

This is the hotel's rule.

As long as a player's mind is not completely corrupted, they can respawn infinitely in their own room.

Seeing this scene.

The ghostly troupe members around them let out displeased roars.

This indestructible nature makes them incredibly irritable.

Every kill.

Both will consume their supernatural power, while the other party can be resurrected again and again.

This greatly slowed down their hunting efficiency.

Wu Shenggui watched this scene unfold.

His face, covered in paint, was so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

It knows.

This can't go on.

Yang Jian's hunting efficiency is definitely much higher than theirs.

That man.

It seems to possess some kind of ability to completely kill vengeful spirits.

and many more……

Aren't ghosts supposed to be invincible?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, even Wu Sheng Gui himself was stunned.

This is an ironclad rule in the paranormal world, an irrefutable truth.

But why...?

Subconsciously, it felt that Yang Jian could break this rule?

Was it because of that wood-chopping knife?

The rusty machete that was snatched from the charred male corpse?

It witnessed firsthand the horror of that knife.

just now.

The power of that knife had become one with Yang Jian.

That man.

Perhaps I really do possess... the ability to kill demons.

This idea, like a seed, took root and sprouted wildly in the hearts of all the opera troupe members.

They felt an unprecedented sense of fear and urgency.

They cannot lose!

We absolutely cannot lose this game!

"Listen up, all you ghosts!"

The martial arts ghost let out a sharp screech, and the sound, through some supernatural means, instantly spread throughout the entire hotel, reaching the ears of every vengeful ghost.

"Abandon fighting alone! Unite!"

"Our goal is no longer simply to kill these players!"

Its voice carried a hint of madness and determination.

"What we need to do is pollute them!"

"Kill them repeatedly, as quickly as possible, until their minds completely collapse, until their bodies are utterly corrupted by the hotel's will!"

"Players can only be resurrected a limited number of times!"

"Every death exacerbates their contamination!"

"The moment they are completely contaminated, they will become the vessels through which we descend into the real world!"

"As long as we successfully bring each other down, even if we hunt fewer enemies than Yang Jian, victory in this game will still be ours!"

The words of the martial arts ghost.

It was like a thunderclap, exploding in the hearts of all the vengeful ghosts.

All the surviving vengeful ghosts in the United Hotel!

Accelerate the pollution of players.

Turn them into containers for every ghost in the hotel to descend into reality!

This was an incredibly bold and crazy decision!

The order from Wu Sheng Gui.

Through an incomprehensible supernatural means, it instantly reached every corner of the hotel and fell into the ears of every ghost.

In a short time.

Those vengeful ghosts who were originally hiding in the shadows of the hotel, each acting independently and following their own rules of killing, began to show unusual activity.

Second floor guest room area.

The headless waiter, who had been wandering the corridor searching for his own head, suddenly turned his empty neck toward the floor where the player was located.

The pace of their wandering quickened.

In the lobby on the first floor, the piano, which had been playing inexplicably, began to play continuously.

In the hotel,

All places have awakened.

They received the instructions from the martial arts ghost and also learned about this game that would determine the fate of all ghosts.

joint!

Hunt down all the players!

Win this game!

When the wills of all the vengeful spirits in the hotel reached a consensus at that moment, the entire eerie hotel seemed to come alive.

Rumble—!

A violent tremor came from deep within the hotel's foundation.

The walls began to crack.

Dust fell from the ceiling, and the entire building groaned under its strain.

A malice more intense and terrifying than ever before permeated every corner of the hotel, as if to turn it into a living hell.

The surviving players were terrified by this sudden turn of events.

They didn't know what had happened.

They felt an unprecedented sense of impending death, like a dark cloud hanging over their hearts.

It was at this moment that...

Ding-dong... Ding-dong...

That piano piece seemed to come from the depths of hell.

It rang again.

This time.

The music stopped playing intermittently and stopped without pause.

It became incredibly coherent, and incredibly deadly!

The music seemed to come alive.

Transformed into an invisible curse, it ignored the barriers of walls and doors, precisely drilling into the ears of every player.

"Ouch! My head! My head hurts so much!"

A player from Gaul clutched his head in agony, letting out a piercing scream.

He felt as if his brain was being turned into a mushy mess by the eerie music, with countless crazy and chaotic babbling echoing in his mind.

His eyes quickly became bloodshot and turned bright red.

Just a few seconds later.

His screams abruptly stopped.

He fell straight to the ground, blood flowing from his seven orifices, his pupils dilated, and he had become a cold corpse.

Listen to the complete piano piece.

Will die!

This is the murder pattern of the Piano Demon!

Previously.

Players can also avoid death by interrupting the music or moving away from the source when the music starts.

But now.

With the combined power of all the vengeful spirits, the Piano Ghost's strength was enhanced like never before.

Its music enveloped the entire hotel; there was nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide!

death.

It began to spread across various floors of the hotel.

One player after another fell in despair and pain.

However, this is just the beginning.

Ding--!

A crisp notification sound.

The sound rang simultaneously at the elevator entrance on every floor of the hotel.

All elevator doors.

At this moment, it slowly slid to both sides.

Behind the door.

It wasn't a normal elevator car, but a bottomless darkness that seemed to swallow up all light.

A chilling aura, penetrating to the bone, emanated from the darkness.

It was as if it were the entrance to the deepest hell.

A player, desperate to escape the ever-present sound of the piano, is frantically running down the corridor.

When he saw the open elevator door.

A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

Without thinking twice, he rushed in almost instinctively.

They wanted to take the elevator to another floor.

however.

The moment he stepped into that darkness, his body suddenly stiffened.

The expression on his face.

That moment of terror and bewilderment was frozen in time forever.

Elevator door.

It slowly closed behind him.

There were no screams, no struggles.

When the elevator doors opened again a few seconds later, the elevator was completely empty.

The player who rushed in.

It was as if they had vanished into thin air, disappearing without a trace.

The elevator ghost has started operating as well.

Everyone who steps into the elevator.

Certain death!

The Piano Ghost's indiscriminate sonic attacks, and the Elevator Ghost's targeted luring and hunting.

In addition, there were the opera troupe ghosts that surged through the floors like a tidal wave, relentlessly attacking the players' rooms...

A vast web woven from death and despair.

It completely enveloped all players.

Protected by the hotel's rules, they can resurrect indefinitely within the room.

But this resurrection.

But at this moment, it has become the cruelest form of torture.

They will taste the pain of death again and again, watching helplessly as their reason and spirit are gradually worn down and corrupted in this cycle of death, until they completely collapse.

The entire hotel.

It has become a highly efficient meat grinder.

Yang Jian, however, remained calm despite being at the center of the storm.

He was standing in the corridor on the third floor.

The crimson ghost eyes surveyed the entire scene.

Everything that happened inside the hotel was reflected clearly in his eyes.

The alliance and madness of these vengeful spirits were not unexpected to him.

You could even say that...

All of this was the result of his own actions.

When he enveloped the entire hotel with his ghostly domain, displaying his overwhelming power.

This is tantamount to driving these vengeful ghosts to their doom.

Either give up.

Or not?

Resist in the most insane way.

And now.

They made a choice.

"Very energetic."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Yang Jian's lips.

"Since you guys are so eager to play, then I'll play with you to the very end."

"Perfect, let me test just how sharp this hand really is."

The moment the words fell.

He slowly raised his right hand, the one with blood-red blade-like patterns emerging from beneath his skin.