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

This……

What is it?

What on earth is this thing?!

Kyushu, the underground command center.

Dead silence.

A deathly silence.

If we say...

The two shadows that Li Yao cast in the firelight earlier represented the coexistence of humans and ghosts, which was still within their understanding.

So now.

What do those twisted, ferocious ghostly figures, exuding overwhelming resentment, that covered the entire wall behind Yang Jian represent?

That's not a simple question of one plus one equals two at all!

Each and every shadow.

They all exuded a terrifying aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

They come in all shapes and sizes, and none of them are normal!

How could a person possess such a shadow?

This is clearly an entire hell, imprisoned inside one person's body!

"How many ghosts...how many did he actually control?"

A young analyst, his voice trembling uncontrollably, uttered a guess that sent chills down everyone's spine.

control……

This word made everyone present's heart skip a beat.

They are the most elite in Kyushu, and they naturally understand what kind of crazy, high-stakes gamble those two words represent, with a life-or-death stake.

To command a vengeful ghost.

That's enough to turn a person into a monster walking on the edge of collapse.

What about controlling... this entire hell?

Who is the one who bears the weight of this entire hell?

Is it a god?

Or... something even more terrifying than a ghost... a demon?!

……

worldwide.

Countless live stream rooms were already completely blank.

The barrage of comments was dense and numerous.

At this moment.

It froze, strangely.

It was as if all the internet cables in the world had been collectively burned out in front of this unbelievable scene.

People's thinking completely crashed.

Their brains were simply unable to process what they were seeing.

That has exceeded the limits of human imagination, touching upon a forbidden realm that a mortal cannot comprehend or even look at directly!

Much later.

Finally, a few scattered comments, like the last few bubbles exhaled by a drowning person, struggled to surface.

【…】

What...what did I see?

[Hallucination... This must be a hallucination! Right? How could one person have so many shadows?!]

[The devil! He is the devil! The real devil!]

I finally understand... I finally understand why Sakura Village became like that... Provoking something like that wasn't a natural disaster, but divine punishment!

panic.

It's no longer the unknown fear of vengeful ghosts that I felt before.

Rather, it is a kind of...

Awe and trembling from the depths of one's soul towards higher life forms!

……

The eerie hotel, room 201.

Yang Jian paid no attention to the overwhelming shock from the outside world.

His expression remained unchanged throughout.

calm.

Like a pool of ice that never melts.

He stared at the frantically writhing, silently howling ghostly figures on the wall, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

For him.

This is the truth.

This is the essence of the existence of "Yang Jian".

He is not a ghost.

he is……

Demon Tamer!

He is the king who stands atop countless corpses of vengeful ghosts, with hell as his foundation and despair as his crown!

Every shadow on the wall.

They all represent a vengeful ghost that he once suppressed, devoured, and ultimately became part of his power!

Ghost eyes, ghost hands, ghost shadows, ghost blood...

These ones.

These are the cornerstones of his power!

These are the reasons why he dared to use this eerie hotel as a "restaurant"...

And right at this moment.

"puff……"

A soft sound.

The blazing furnace suddenly dipped downwards, its light dimming slightly.

It's fuel, and we're almost out.

As the light dimmed, a chilling, bone-deep aura began to spread from the stove, like a tide, throughout the entire room.

The temperature is dropping suddenly at an alarming rate!

A thin layer of white frost even began to condense in the cracks of the floor in the corners.

coming!

In the Kyushu live stream room, countless viewers' hearts instantly jumped into their throats.

They knew it had been triggered!

The Fire Furnace Ghost's killing rules have been triggered!

When the flames are extinguished, that is the moment when the vengeful ghosts will claim lives!

Yang Jian, who actively lit the flames and then let them go out, has undoubtedly become the ghost's number one target!

"Pfft..."

The flame flickered again, growing weaker until only a small clump remained, stubbornly dancing in the darkness, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.

The room was so cold and damp that it had reached an extreme.

It's no longer just a matter of low temperature.

Rather, it is a deathly stillness capable of freezing the soul.

Yang Jian could clearly sense an invisible force, carrying absolute malice, emanating from the depths of the furnace.

They looked like invisible tentacles.

It coils around its own body, wanting to drag its life force completely into that eternal cold and darkness.

however.

Just a moment before that last spark was about to be extinguished.

Just as the vengeful ghost's killing rules were about to completely engulf his entire body...

Yang Jian finally moved.

He didn't back down, didn't add fuel, and didn't even blink.

He simply... raised his eyes.

boom--!

An indescribable, terrifying pressure suddenly erupted from his body!

That was neither sound nor light.

It is not anything that can be observed at the physical level.

It was a kind of...conceptual...arrival!

A thin layer.

The grayish-white color, as if shrouded in a thin veil of blood, spread silently like ripples on the surface of water.

Wherever they went.

Time seemed to have been paused!

The dying flame, the last flicker of light, froze abruptly and defied all common sense in mid-air!

A wisp of smoke rising from the firewood is frozen in time!

The chilling atmosphere that permeated the air, enough to freeze one's soul, instantly touched this gray-white area.

Like ice and snow under the scorching sun, it melts away in an instant, leaving no trace!

The entire 201 room was transformed into a still painting at this moment.

And Yang Jian.

He is the sole, and absolute, ruler within this painting!

Ghostland!

This is the most tyrannical and unreasonable power belonging to the Ghost Master!

In my domain, I am the rule!

Yang Jian's gaze calmly pierced through the solidified flames, landing on the endless darkness deep within the furnace.

A cold and cruel smile finally appeared on his lips.

The appetizers are already on the table.

So...

I'm starting.