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

But unfortunately.

At the current pace, it is not yet possible to deduce the murder patterns of the vengeful ghost.

"All the models are running at high speed, but the data sample is too small to effectively deduce the killing rules of this vengeful ghost."

A young analyst reported anxiously, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

"The speed and intensity of this ghost's spread far exceed any other new dungeon ghost we've encountered before."

Chief Analyst.

The elderly professor with gray hair pushed up his glasses.

His eyes flashed with seriousness.

"It can instantly drag the entire 'Jiangnan No.1 Middle School' into its domain, which in itself demonstrates its extremely high level."

"Our only advantage right now is Yang Jian's words, which temporarily made the evil spirit retreat."

Another expert added.

"But whether it was a coincidence or an unintentional violation of some kind of 'temporary safety' rule, we have no way of knowing."

"Su Qiaoqiao's current blind exploration is undoubtedly putting herself at great risk."

The commander-in-chief's face was as heavy as iron.

He stared intently at Su Qiaoqiao's face on the screen, a face filled with fear and despair, but his heart was filled with bitterness.

He knew it was there.

In that extreme will to survive, reason is often swallowed up by fear.

Every move Su Qiaoqiao makes.

All of these could become the final straw that breaks the camel's back for the Great Xia Dynasty.

"All our hopes now rest on the players."

The commander-in-chief's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a hint of desperate weariness.

"Hopefully, they can survive long enough before we figure out the rules and avoid breaking any taboos!"

he knows.

This is almost a pipe dream. Faced with the terror of the unknown, how insignificant humanity is.

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Jiangnan No.1 Middle School.

不、

To be precise, this place should be called the Terror No. 1 Middle School.

With the appearance of the hunched old man.

The entire world was shrouded in utter terror.

The ghost's domain transformed into an endless tide.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, it spread outwards like ink from the end of the corridor, quickly swallowing up all the light outside the classroom.

just now.

Looking around, the entire corridor was shrouded in pure darkness.

That kind of darkness doesn't mean there's no light.

Rather, it is a tangible void that seems capable of swallowing people whole.

A suffocating, damp chill permeated the air.

A mixture of earthy, rusty, and a rotten, sweet, and fishy smell wafted into Su Qiaoqiao's nostrils, making her stomach churn.

The classroom doors and windows.

It was now completely swallowed by the darkness, and no light could penetrate it.

The wooden desks and chairs creaked softly in the darkness, as if an invisible hand was caressing them.

This extreme silence.

It was more terrifying than any scream.

Because it foreshadows some incomprehensible terror that is silently approaching.

Su Qiaoqiao's heart was pounding wildly.

Each beat felt like it was about to burst out of my chest.

Cold sweat soaked her school uniform, clinging tightly to her back and bringing a chill to her bones.

She hugged her arms tightly, trying to draw some warmth from herself.

But all that came through my fingertips was a bone-chilling cold.

She knew she couldn't just sit and wait to die; the feeling of passively waiting for death was more devastating than facing a vengeful ghost directly.

She had to find a way out, even if it was just a sliver of hope.

The classroom at this moment felt like a cage where one was trapped.

The ever-approaching darkness was like the gaping maw of a predator, ready to devour them at any moment.

"We have to go!"

She trembled, her voice trembling with barely suppressed sobs, yet also revealing a desperate resolve.

She opened the back door of the classroom.

The door hinges emitted a grating screeching sound, as if tearing apart the deathly silence.

Outside the door, the darkness was even denser than inside the classroom, like the throat of a gaping maw, ready to devour everything at any moment.

Su Qiaoqiao took a deep breath.

I forced myself to look into that bottomless darkness, trying to discern even the slightest direction.

However, there was only pure nothingness there.

And a chilling illusion, as if countless eyes were watching from the shadows.

She knew that this darkness was the ghost's domain.

Step inside.

Every step could lead to a death trap.

But she had no other choice.

At least taking action makes her feel like she still has a glimmer of hope.

She clung tightly to Yang Jian's clothes as if grasping at a lifeline, even though she harbored resentment towards this "lifeline."

She took the first step.

The floorboards beneath my feet groaned dully, echoing jarringly in the empty corridor.

however.

Just as she was about to take her second step and plunge into that endless darkness.

Yang Jian, who was standing next to him, suddenly spoke up.

His voice was surprisingly calm, without the slightest fluctuation, as if he were simply stating a fact:

"This is a ghost realm opened up by ghosts. If you wander around aimlessly without knowing the direction, you will easily lose your way and bring trouble upon yourself."

Su Qiaoqiao suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She turned her head, her beautiful eyes fixed on Yang Jian, her gaze filled with barely suppressed anger and disappointment.

She thought he would say something encouraging.

Or at least offer a suggestion, instead of this kind of detached "reminder."

"Won't we die if we stop?!"

Her voice was very low.

But it carried a hint of gritted teeth.

The grievances and despair in my heart reached their peak at this moment.

She, Su Qiaoqiao, the chosen one of the Great Xia Kingdom, carried the expectations of countless people and drew the S-level talent [Contract Formation].

I thought I could summon the gods.

The result was that an ordinary person who was good-looking but otherwise useless was summoned!

Looking at Yang Jian's handsome but expressionless face, a wave of dissatisfaction and resentment surged within her.

She was looking for a strong person who could lead her out of her predicament, not a bystander who only made sarcastic remarks!

"You simply don't understand!"

She practically screamed, her voice jarring in the quiet corridor.

"To stop in the ghost realm is to wait for death!"

"Do you really think that ghost will let us go?"

"It's only temporarily gone; it will reappear sooner or later!"

She felt an unprecedented sense of loneliness and helplessness.

All the pressure was on her shoulders; she had to make a decision and lead them to survive.

And this teammate on whom she had placed high hopes.

But he watched her struggle coldly, like a bystander.

This feeling almost drove her to the brink of collapse.

Yang Jian looked at her calmly with his deep eyes, offering neither rebuttal nor comfort, but simply watching her quietly.

He could sense the despair and anger in Su Qiaoqiao's heart.

But he remained unmoved.

He embodied the archetype of Ghost Eye Yang Jian, a man who wallowed in piles of corpses, struggled in despair, and paved his way forward with lies and slaughter.

mood,

It is the most useless thing in the Ghost Realm.

Does she think I'm useless?

A hint of disdain flashed through Yang Jian's mind.

If it weren't for that notification sound, if it weren't for the fact that he had merged with the template of "Ghost Eye Yang Jian".

He would indeed be seen as a piece of trash by her now.

They might even be more devastated than her.

But now.

He is no longer the ordinary person who worries about the fate of the country in his rented room.

He possesses the power to control vengeful spirits.

He could see the dangers hidden deep within the Ghost Realm, and he could also sense the specific fluctuations of rules contained within that dense, cold aura.

He saw the despair in Su Qiaoqiao's eyes, and he also saw her dissatisfaction with him.

But he had no interest in explaining.

In this bizarre world, explanations are superfluous; survival is the only true principle.

He could understand her fear.

But her emotional outbursts will only become a burden.

"never mind."

Su Qiaoqiao finally suppressed her myriad emotions, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down.

she knows.

Now is not the time for infighting.

She had to pull herself together; she still had a mission to complete.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's keep going."

She spoke as if to herself, her tone carrying a hint of self-hypnosis.

Keep moving forward.

"We will definitely find a way to survive."

She ignored Yang Jian.

He walked straight into the darkness deep inside the corridor.

Su Qiaoqiao took careful steps, each one feeling like she was walking on a knife's edge, afraid of touching something she shouldn't.

Her hands groped along the wall.

The cold, damp walls made her feel nauseous.

in the dark.

Her eyes struggled to adjust, trying to capture even the slightest outline.

Every slight noise, every subtle movement of the air, made her nerves tense, like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely, each second feeling like an eternity.

The corridor was bottomless, seemingly without end.

Su Qiaoqiao's breathing became rapid, and her heartbeat roared in her ears.

She began to doubt her decision.

They doubted whether this path truly led to a way out.

But she dared not stop.

Once she stops, the feeling of despair, of being swallowed by darkness, will once again grip her tightly.

Various terrifying images flashed through her mind, the fates of the explorers who died tragically in the bizarre dungeons, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

Just when she was about to give up, and even began to doubt whether she had fallen into an endless cycle.

Her fingertips suddenly touched something unusually cold.

That's not the roughness of the wall.

It wasn't damp wood either.

It was a smooth, metallic-looking coldness.

Her heart skipped a beat, and a jolt of electricity shot through her body from her fingertips.

Trembling, she reached up along the cold, smooth surface, and the outline gradually became clear.

She touched the door frame, then she touched the door panel.

Finally, her fingers touched a cold metal handle.

"Found it!"

Su Qiaoqiao let out an uncontrollable gasp, her voice hoarse with excitement.

She suddenly turned her head to look at Yang Jian.

His eyes were filled with ecstasy and almost manic hope.

"A door! We've found a door!"

Her voice trembled slightly with excitement, a kind of ecstatic joy at being saved from a desperate situation.

She stared intently at the door that was faintly visible in the darkness.

It was as if that was the only entrance to life, her only chance to escape this endless darkness!