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

Om-!

A soft sound.

The demonic sound, powerful enough to kill any player, came to an abrupt end.

The entire hotel fell silent instantly.

Those players who were suffering from the torment of the music suddenly felt the pressure ease and gained a precious chance to catch their breath.

They didn't know what had happened, but they knew they were safe for the time being.

In the hotel lobby.

Beneath Yang Jian's palm, the antique piano was undergoing a strange transformation.

The dismemberment ability of the machete was activated once again.

This time.

What was dismembered was the vengeful ghost that resided within this piano.

An intangible concept was forcibly extracted from this inanimate object.

The piano is still the same piano.

However, the supernatural elements that once accompanied it have been completely removed.

Yang Jian opened his mouth.

It completely devoured that invisible, supernatural power.

[Race progression increased...]

[Absorption Ability: Cursed Harp Sound]

Another one solved.

Yang Jian's gaze shifted to the elevator not far away.

Ding--!

As if in response to his gaze, the doors of the three elevators slowly opened at the same time.

Behind the door.

It was a darkness so deep it seemed to swallow up all light.

A chilling aura emanated from the darkness.

This is the murder pattern of the elevator ghost.

It lures desperate people into the elevator, then takes them to an unknown space from which there is no return.

"That's interesting."

Yang Jian smirked and stepped into the elevator directly in front of him without hesitation.

The moment he stepped into darkness.

Elevator door.

It slowly closed behind him.

Endless darkness instantly engulfed him.

There was no light, no sound, and even the passage of time seemed to have stopped.

A terrifying pulling force.

The attacks came from all directions, as if they wanted to tear his body to pieces.

Simultaneously.

A chilling, bone-deep power was frantically eroding his consciousness, trying to drag him into eternal damnation.

For any player...

The moment you step into this place, you will be completely disintegrated by this power and vanish into thin air.

But for Yang Jian...

This level of supernatural activity isn't enough to impress you.

"Ghostland."

His scarlet ghostly eyes gleamed in the darkness, emitting an ominous red light.

Layer upon layer of crimson ghost realms suddenly spread outwards from him!

Five layers of ghost realm!

boom!

The once impregnable dark space was instantly shattered by the impact of the five layers of ghost domains!

The surrounding scenery changed rapidly.

The darkness faded, revealing the original metal walls of the elevator car.

The eerie space of the elevator ghost was completely burst apart by Yang Jian's ghost domain!

And in the corner of the elevator car.

A blurry, black figure, like static on a television screen, was huddled there, trembling.

That is the true form of the elevator ghost!

Yang Jian stepped forward.

Before the figure could react, it grabbed it.

A cold, surreal sensation came from my palm.

The power of the machete was activated.

The black figure emitted a silent shriek, its body instantly dismembered and decomposed, transforming into the purest form of supernatural energy, which was absorbed by Yang Jian.

[Race progression increased...]

Ding--!

The elevator doors opened again.

Yang Jian walked out from inside with a blank expression.

From the moment he stepped into the elevator to the moment he dealt with the elevator ghost, the entire process took no more than ten seconds.

And in that short period of time...

Elsewhere in the hotel, the killings continue.

The efficiency of the opera troupe ghosts was also frighteningly high.

"Bang!"

The door to a guest room was kicked open by the martial arts ghost.

in the room.

A player had just respawned, his face still bearing the lingering fear and bewilderment of death.

They saw the martial arts ghost rushing in.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively wanted to resist.

However, Wu Sheng Gui gave him no chance at all.

A ferocious smile appeared on its face, which was covered in paint.

His figure flashed.

Then it appeared in front of that player.

With a swift and clean chop, his head was severed.

Fresh blood gushed out.

The player died.

A few seconds later, the corpse disappeared, and the player reformed on the bed.

He was met with yet another attack from the martial arts demon.

Death, resurrection, and death again...

That player died seven or eight times in just half a minute.

His eyes.

From initial fear, to anger, to numbness, and finally, to complete madness and chaos.

Strange oil paint patterns began to appear on the surface of his body.

The pollution is almost complete!

The martial arts demon looked at its masterpiece and let out a satisfied hiss.

It knows.

Yang Jian's hunting efficiency is very high.

But so what?

The number of players in the hotel far exceeds the number of vengeful ghosts!

As long as they are fast enough, they can convert a sufficient number of players into carriers before Yang Jian clears out all the "small fish".

Then victory still belongs to them!

however.

Just as it was thinking that...

A chill ran down its spine without warning, rising from behind it.

Wu Sheng Gui suddenly turned around.

At the end of the corridor, Yang Jian's cold figure had appeared there at some unknown time.

He just dealt with the elevator ghost.

The next target is these opera troupe ghosts wreaking havoc on the floors.

"So you've finally come out?"

Yang Jian's gaze locked onto the leader, the martial arts ghost.

He could sense it.

This ghost is the strongest member of the entire opera troupe and the commander of this frenzied hunt.

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

Once we get rid of it, the remaining troupes of ghosts will be nothing but a disorganized mess.

"hiss--!"

Wu Shenggui also realized Yang Jian's intentions.

It let out a sharp screech and, without the slightest hesitation, immediately issued the command.

The opera troupe ghosts who were attacking other rooms instantly abandoned their targets and converged on the direction of the martial arts ghost like a tide.

They must gather all their strength to fight against this unprecedented and terrifying enemy!

In the blink of an eye.

Dozens of blue-faced, fanged opera troupe ghosts surrounded Yang Jian, blocking all his escape routes.

A cold and violent atmosphere filled the entire corridor.

However, despite being surrounded by so many vengeful ghosts, Yang Jian showed not a trace of tension on his face.

He simply raised his right hand calmly.

"A mob."

A cold voice echoed in the corridor.

The moment he finished speaking, he moved.

Instead of using the Ghost Domain for teleportation, they walked step by step toward the center where the ghost horde was most densely packed.

"kill!"

The martial arts ghost roared in anger.

The closest demon roared and pounced on Yang Jian, its sharp claws tearing through the air as it reached for his heart.

Yang Jian didn't even glance at it.

He simply waved his right hand casually.

A blood-red blade, invisible to the naked eye, flashed by.

puff.

The demon that lunged at him suddenly froze.

next second.

Its body was neatly divided into two halves, with a smooth, mirror-like cut.

There was no blood, only a thick black mist emanating from it.

One strike!

Just one strike!

A ghost from a theatrical troupe, capable of easily killing a player, was instantly annihilated!

Even its supernatural power after being dismembered was instantly absorbed by that crimson blade, leaving it without even the right to be "food" for Yang Jian.

This scene.

All the opera troupe ghosts who were about to rush forward froze in their tracks.

For the first time, the emotion called "fear" emerged in their chaotic brains, which were dominated by the instinct to kill.

This man...

too strong!

They're ridiculously strong!

"What are you all standing there for! Attack!"

The martial arts ghost was also shaken, but it knew there was no turning back now.

It forcefully suppressed its fear.

With a fierce roar, he was the first to charge forward.

The spear in its hand transformed into a black lightning bolt, piercing straight for Yang Jian's brow.

Seeing this, the other ghosts in the opera troupe also roared and launched an attack on Yang Jian from all directions at the same time.

In an instant, the entire corridor was filled with ghostly figures and a murderous aura.

Faced with this siege that could instantly tear any S-class player apart, Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged—an indifferent one.

He simply raised his right hand again.

This time, it's not a wave.

Instead, he spread his five fingers wide, faced the void in front of him, and suddenly clenched his fist!

That's enough.

Om-!

An indescribable, terrifying power erupted from the center of his palm!

The dismembering ability of a machete.

He released it in a completely new way, without reservation!

It is no longer a single-target slash.

Instead, it was an indiscriminate, all-encompassing...dismemberment storm!

In an instant.

All the opera troupe ghosts who rushed towards Yang Jian froze in place.

Their faces still held a ferocious, crazed expression.

but.

Their bodies.

It was as if it had been cut billions of times at the same time by countless invisible scalpels.

From skin, to muscles, to bones, and even the supernatural origins that constitute their existence...

Everything.

Everything was broken down into its most primitive units under this single grasp.

This moment.

All the ghost troupes lost their ability to continue hunting players; they were completely suppressed and no longer qualified to continue the game!

……

In just a moment.

The entire opera troupe, except for the leading martial arts actor, was wiped out!

The entire corridor was deathly silent.

The martial arts performer stood frozen in place.

The spear in his hand, which was about to pierce Yang Jian's brow, could no longer advance an inch.

Its face was covered in paint.

the first time.

He showed an expression that resembled "bewilderment" and "fear".

ended?

That's it... over?

It was meticulously planned.

The insane plan that united all the vengeful ghosts in the entire hotel was so utterly vulnerable in front of this man?

It cannot understand.

It is also unacceptable to it.

Yang Jian simply watched it quietly, his scarlet ghost eyes devoid of any emotion.

Now, only you are left.

The cold voice pronounced the death sentence on Wu Sheng Gui.

"The game is over."

As this sound rang out.

The intense, almost palpable malice within the hotel receded like a receding tide.

All the surviving players collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, their faces filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.

They won.

After enduring countless near-death experiences, they finally survived.

of course.

Their gazes toward Yang Jian held neither relief nor joy.

Instead, it was a deep-seated fear!

because.

He was the mastermind behind this game!

In the corridor.

Upon hearing the announcement that the game was over, Wu Shenggui's body trembled violently.

It lost.

They suffered a crushing defeat, utterly humiliated.

It slowly lowered the spear in its hand, its face, streaked with paint, filled with deathly stillness.

As the loser of the game, it will have to accept the victor's judgment.

Or born.

Or die.

It all depends on the other party's decision.

Yang Jian walked step by step to it, looking down at the fierce ghost that had completely lost its will to fight.

He did not act immediately.

Kill this ghost.

For him, it was just a simple matter of lending a helping hand.

However, he had a better idea.

"As the victor, I can make a request of you."

"I won't interfere with the reorganization of other opera troupes, but you need to remember, you have to work for me."

Yang Jian's voice was flat and cold.

Upon hearing this, a glimmer of light flashed in Wu Shenggui's lifeless eyes.

It didn't want to die.

No ghost wants to have its existence completely erased.

"What...?"

It emitted a dry and hoarse sound.

Yang Jian looked at it and slowly said:

"Become my traveler in this bizarre world."

"This is my request."

"And that is my first task as a traveler."

"Help me find two things in this bizarre world."

"The first thing is called dead human skin."

"The second thing is called coffin nails."

Dead skin, coffin nails.

This.

It is the essential core component that constitutes the incomplete and supernatural weapon in his hand—the spear!

All you need to do is find these two things.

He can recreate that terrifying weapon that could even end a bizarre era!