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

Su Qiaoqiao followed closely behind Yang Jian.

She could even clearly hear her own heart pounding like a drum.

She couldn't imagine it.

Without Yang Jian, how desperate would I be in this situation all by myself?

I'm afraid that before you can even take a single step out, you'll be completely swallowed up by this darkness, leaving not even a trace of your bones.

The intensity of this ghost realm is simply too high.

It was so high that it completely exceeded the comprehension of Su Qiaoqiao, and even the entire global audience.

This is no longer just a simple bizarre incident.

This is clearly a...

A living hell belonging to ghosts!

however.

The strange thing is...

From the moment they left that teaching building, all the way to the school's central square, a vast open area large enough to hold thousands of people, they...didn't encounter a single ghost!

Not even the slightest trace of eeriness could be sensed anymore.

The surroundings were eerily silent.

It was as if, apart from the three of them, there was no other being in this ghostly realm.

This unusual calm did not reassure Su Qiaoqiao; instead, it intensified her unease.

But when she saw the familiar paving stones beneath her feet, an overwhelming joy overshadowed her fear.

square!

We've arrived at the square!

If you walk across this square and continue for a few hundred meters, you'll reach the school gate!

As long as you can leave the school gates, right...?

Does that mean she can clear this damn dungeon?!

Once this idea came to mind, it grew wildly like weeds!

Su Qiaoqiao's mood instantly lifted, and even her steps became lighter.

perhaps……

Perhaps Yang Jian was just saying it casually, and he actually wanted to take me away from here?

That must be it!

however.

Just as Su Qiaoqiao felt a flame of hope ignite in her heart, thinking that she was about to escape from danger.

Ding-dong-

A crisp, pleasant cell phone notification sound suddenly rang out in the deathly silent square without any warning!

The sound was like a needle, piercing the tense nerves of everyone present!

Su Qiaoqiao's body stiffened abruptly, and she subconsciously reached into her pocket.

It's her phone!

Trembling, she took out the phone, which was already soaked with cold sweat.

The screen is lit.

Above, a newly received text message from an unknown sender is displayed...

The message was very short.

It's so short that it consists of only one repetitive, meaningless character.

"Thump..."

"Thump..."

"Thump..."

As she watched the "dong" sound keep popping up on the screen, Su Qiaoqiao's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size!

An indescribable chill shot from her tailbone straight up to the top of her head!

At the very same moment she saw the text message.

"Knock knock—"

"Knock knock—"

"Knock knock—"

A series of deep, rhythmic tapping sounds, seemingly in sync with her heartbeat, drifted from all directions...

The sound was like someone knocking on the door.

It's like...

Someone is banging on an old... coffin.

In this empty and desolate square, it appeared so eerie, so... chilling!

The sound was like a death knell.

It was like a death knell!

Every syllable perfectly overlapped with Su Qiaoqiao's heartbeat!

"Thump!"

My heart is pounding!

"Thump!"

Soul-chilling!

"Thump!"

The boundless chill felt like countless icy ghostly hands reaching out from the depths of hell, gripping her heart so tightly that she could barely breathe!

The square was deathly silent.

Only that eerie knocking sound echoed through the thick fog, growing clearer and closer!

Su Qiaoqiao stiffly lowered her head, looking at the "dong" character on her phone screen that kept flashing, as if carrying some kind of vicious curse.

In a very short moment, all the color drained from her face!

She got it!

She finally understood!

From the moment she entered this damned instance, she had been pondering what the invisible ghost's killing patterns were.

Now, the answer has been revealed.

It wasn't contact, it wasn't eye contact, and it wasn't any complicated ritual!

It's a sound!

It was that damned, ear-piercing knocking sound!

Anyone who hears this sound will be... locked onto by the ghost!

And now.

She heard it!

This realization was like a black lightning bolt, striking her mind and shattering her last shred of hope!

……

at the same time.

Kyushu.

Tianji Operations Command Center.

When that eerie "thump-thump" sound was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the live broadcast room's audio equipment.

When everyone saw Su Qiaoqiao's face turn deathly pale, like a ghost.

"Whoosh!"

Inside the operations room.

All the researchers responsible for analyzing intelligence, all the battle-hardened members of the think tank, including the ever-steadfast Elder Qin, all suddenly stood up from their seats at this moment!

Every face was filled with undisguised shock and... sudden realization!

"It's a sound!"

"It's the sound of knocking on the door!!"

The middle-aged strategist wearing gold-rimmed glasses stared intently at Su Qiaoqiao's trembling phone on the screen, his voice becoming extremely shrill with excitement and fear!

"We've all been wrong! Wrong from the very beginning!"

A few words.

Like a bucket of ice water, it poured over everyone present from head to toe!

The entire operations room fell into a deathly silence instantly!

Everyone has figured it out!

The killer's pattern is this seemingly ordinary yet ubiquitous...knocking sound!

What a simple rule, yet what an unsolvable one!

Because you have no idea when or where that sound will occur!

And once it starts, once you hear it...

That means...

You've been added to the death list!

"It's over..."

A young researcher turned pale, his legs gave way, and he slumped back into his chair, his eyes filled with despair.

"This rule has been triggered."

"That means, from now until Su Qiaoqiao leaves the school gates, that ghost..."

"They will relentlessly hunt her down, like a leech!"

"The square is at least 500 meters from the school gate... those 500 meters will become a road to death from which she can never escape!"

despair.

A pervasive sense of despair, like a virus, spread wildly throughout the operations room.

The flame of hope that had just been ignited by Yang Jian's strength was extinguished by the cruelty of reality at this moment!

Old Qin's expression became more solemn than ever before.

His gaze was fixed on the man on the screen who still had his back to everyone, with an indifferent expression, as if he didn't care about anything around him.

Yang Jian...

just now.

The only variable, the only hope, still lies with him!

However, faced with a vengeful ghost that has already locked onto its "prey" and is about to launch a frenzied pursuit, he...

What will they do then?

Should we choose to protect Su Qiaoqiao and confront the vengeful ghost head-on?

still is……

Choosing to stand by and watch Su Qiaoqiao be killed by the ghost, and then reaping the benefits.

no one knows.

This feeling of placing all hope on an uncontrollable "variable" left even the veteran Qin, who had spent his life in the military, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.