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

Yang Jian's figure disappeared from the third-floor corridor.

He did not choose to go down the stairs.

Instead, he took a single step, disregarding the rules of physics, passing through the floor slab, and silently appearing on the second floor.

In the corridor on the second floor.

The lights flickered, their brightness changing and the frequency increasing.

The air was filled with a strange smell, a mixture of rotting paper and blood.

A man dressed in a gamer's outfit was moving slowly, step by step, close to the wall.

He looked extremely terrified.

His face, however, had an unnatural stiffness, as if his skin had been forcibly pasted on.

His objective was very clear.

It's about surviving in this hunting game as a "survivor player".

As long as the game time ends.

He can then descend into the real world using the identity of this player.

now.

The player, disguised as a newspaper ghost, is cautiously making his way towards a guest room, trying to hide.

It was at this moment that...

A cold voice rang out behind him.

Where are you going?

The player disguised as the newspaper ghost froze abruptly. He slowly turned his head and saw the man who made him tremble from the bottom of his heart.

Yang Jian.

He was standing quietly at the end of the corridor.

That scarlet ghost eye, devoid of pupils, was staring indifferently at him.

"I...I just want to find a place to hide."

The newspaper ghost forced down his fear and spoke in a tearful voice, trying to continue his performance.

Yang Jian remained silent.

She simply took a step and walked towards him, one step at a time.

Footsteps echoed in the deathly silent corridor, each one feeling like a blow to the newspaper ghost's heart.

Fear surged up uncontrollably.

"No...don't come any closer!"

The newspaper ghost screamed.

He could no longer maintain his disguise; the player's face began to twist and peel away, revealing a bizarre face underneath pieced together from countless newspaper articles.

He turned around and tried to run away.

However, it's too late.

One hand.

She gently placed her hand on his shoulder.

It was an ordinary-looking hand, but beneath the skin, one could vaguely see blood-red blade lines slowly flowing.

It's this hand.

The newspaper ghost felt an unprecedented sense of death crisis.

"No!"

The newspaper ghost let out a desperate howl.

next second.

The inexplicable, supernatural dismemberment by the machete erupted.

There was no scene of blood and gore, and not even any wounds.

An incomprehensible force of rules acted upon the newspaper ghost.

His body.

Or.

The player's corpse that he was attached to began to separate in a bizarre way.

The part belonging to the vengeful ghost and the part belonging to the human corpse were forcibly separated by an invisible force, like water and oil.

The ghostly body of the newspaper ghost.

It was forcibly pulled from the player's corpse, slumped on the ground, and transformed into a human-shaped newspaper that kept writhing and piecing itself together.

The player's corpse, now free from the support of the vengeful spirit, collapsed to the ground with a "thud," instantly becoming cold and stiff.

After doing all this.

Yang Jian stared expressionlessly at the pile of newspapers on the ground.

Under the gaze of countless viewers around the world, he slowly squatted down and then opened his mouth.

His mouth.

It split open at an exaggerated angle, as if it had transformed into a black hole connected to an endless abyss.

A terrifying suction force emanated from it.

The newspaper ghost on the ground let out a silent shriek; it tried to struggle and escape.

But faced with that absolute suppressive force.

All its resistance seemed so pale and powerless.

Its body, made of newspaper, was torn apart bit by bit, transforming into the purest supernatural power, which Yang Jian swallowed.

[Race progression increased...]

[Gained Ability: Newspaper Ghost]

A system notification sounded in my mind.

Yang Jian stood up with satisfaction, feeling the new power he had gained within his body.

really.

After incorporating a wood-chopping knife.

Hunting these vengeful spirits has become so much easier.

The ironclad rule that vengeful ghosts cannot be killed will no longer hold true in my presence.

because.

He wasn't "killing" the vengeful ghost at all.

It's about "recycling".

In a sense, all the vengeful spirits in this bizarre world are fragments that constitute the existence of "Yang Jian".

Absorb them.

It's simply about improving one's own completeness.

……

The real world.

In the global live stream, everyone who witnessed this scene fell into a deathly silence.

Followed by.

It was an uproar as loud as a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down!

"Holy crap! He... he ate that ghost again?"

"My God! What is that? Is that really something a human could do?"

"This is...this is terrifying! Just what kind of being is Yang Jian?"

The barrage of comments exploded in an instant, almost covering the entire live stream screen.

Everyone was completely shocked by Yang Jian's earth-shattering move.

prior to.

Although they had witnessed Yang Jian's strength, it was still limited to the realm of "combat".

But now.

Yang Jian swallowed a real, vengeful ghost whole right in front of everyone!

This is completely beyond their comprehension!

Inside the Kyushu Command Center.

All the experts and staff were so shocked that they stood up from their seats, their faces filled with disbelief.

"He...he absorbed that demon's power?"

"A data analysis expert said, his voice trembling."

"This...this might be the secret to Yang Jian's strength!"

An unprecedented glint flashed in the commander-in-chief's eyes as he stared intently at the screen. "He can become stronger by devouring vengeful spirits!"

This conclusion.

This caused everyone present to gasp in shock.

at the same time.

Everyone realized a crucial problem.

This hunting game is no longer just about deciding the life or death of those players.

This is a high-stakes gamble that concerns the fate of the entire world!

"The situation is now clear: this is a race!"

One of the commentators analyzed the situation at an extremely fast pace.

"On one side is the vengeful ghost faction led by the opera troupe ghosts. Their goal is to continuously kill players, corrupt them, and turn them into vessels for their arrival in reality!"

"On the other side is Yang Jian!"

"His goal is to hunt down all the ghosts in the hotel before the vengeful ghosts achieve their objective!"

"If Yang Jian kills them quickly enough, then players from other countries can be saved, and this crisis will be nipped in the bud!"

"But if the opera troupe's ghosts are even faster... then the consequences will be unimaginable!"

"Countless terrifying ghosts will descend upon our world through those corrupted players!"

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

Is it Yang Jiansheng or the opera troupe's Guisheng?

The eyes of the world.

All eyes were on this eerie hotel.

……

Inside the eerie hotel.

After devouring the newspaper ghost, Yang Jian did not stop for a moment.

His scarlet ghostly eyes pierced through layers of walls, locking onto the hotel lobby on the first floor.

There.

An unplayed piano is continuously emitting deadly music.

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

The music transformed into an invisible curse, enveloping the entire hotel and relentlessly reaping the lives of the players.

A player had just respawned in his room and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when the ear-piercing piano music started up again.

"what!"

He clutched his head in pain.

I felt my consciousness being shattered by the music.

Just a few seconds.

He then bled from all seven orifices and collapsed straight down.

death.

then.

It was revived under the influence of hotel rules.

He was resurrected, and then killed again by the music.

Every death.

The light in his eyes would dim slightly, and his aura would become even colder and more eerie.

His spirit is being rapidly corrupted.

If this continues...

Before long, he will completely become the vessel of a vengeful ghost.

"We must deal with this first."

Yang Jian's gaze turned cold, and his figure instantly disappeared from the second floor.

next second.

He then appeared in the lobby on the first floor.

The deadly piano music becomes even clearer here, as if an invisible vengeful spirit is playing right next to your ear.

The curse contained in that music was enough to cause brain death in any living person instantly.

however.

When the music reached Yang Jian's ears, it failed to stir any emotion.

He is a being who commands vengeful spirits, so this level of supernatural attack is completely ineffective against him.

He walked up to the piano with a blank expression.

Seemingly sensing Yang Jian's arrival, the piano playing suddenly changed.

The original eerie and melodious tone has become incredibly rapid and sharp!

It felt as if countless invisible sharp needles were trying to pierce Yang Jian's eardrums and destroy his brain!

This was the piano demon's last act of defiance.

Yang Jian didn't even lift his eyelids.

He slowly extended his right hand, the one with blood-red blade-like patterns visible beneath his skin, and gently pressed it onto the black and white piano keys.