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

The stage backdrop was a huge curtain embroidered with auspicious dragon and phoenix patterns.

However, the dragon and phoenix's eyes had been gouged out by someone, leaving only two empty black holes, adding to the eeriness of the place.

The previous mournful opera singing.

It came from behind the stage.

This is the core of the fourth floor.

The opera troupe's... den!

Seeing this scene.

All the viewers in the live stream held their breath.

The audience in Sakura Country wore cruel smiles.

The true intentions have been revealed!

This man from Kyushu has finally reached his final resting place!

Next.

It was a bloody scene where a horde of ghosts appeared and devoured him!

however.

What happened next nearly made everyone's eyes pop out.

Yang Jian stood facing the eerie and strange old theater.

His face remained expressionless.

He simply strode calmly down the steps and into the audience area.

then……

He was in the very center of the first row, just like that...

He sat down with an air of authority!

He crossed his legs and casually rested his hands on the armrests.

Lean back slightly in the chair.

He raised his head and calmly gazed at the stage in front of him with his scarlet ghost eyes.

That posture, that expression...

It doesn't seem like prey that has stumbled into the realm of ghosts.

It's more like a...

Audience members who came to enjoy the play!

A... VIP waiting for the show to begin!

This moment.

Time seemed to stand still.

The whole world seemed to fall into a deathly silence because of his action.

Kyushu Live Room.

Sakura Country Live Stream Room.

All the viewers watching the live stream were stunned.

Their mouths dropped open.

I stared blankly at the figure sitting in the front row on the screen, my mind completely blank.

This……

What's going on?

he……

What is he doing?

Has he gone mad?!

After a brief silence, both live stream rooms were instantly flooded with a tsunami of comments!

[Holy crap?! What did I just see? Yang Shen... he sat down?!]

What is he doing? Is he provoking us? He's provoking all the ghosts on the fourth floor!

[That's so...so cool! While others are thinking about how to escape a haunted house, Yang Shen just sits down and watches the show? That's incredibly classy!]

I was stunned. Seriously, I've never seen such an arrogant player! This isn't just being bold; this is completely disregarding those ghosts!

Meanwhile, in the Sakura Kingdom's live stream room.

That's a completely different art style.

[Baka! What is he doing?! Is he insulting the gods and spirits of our Great Sakura Empire?!]

[A madman! This Kyushu man is an absolute madman! Who does he think he is? Does he think this is a Kyushu theater?]

Kill him! Come out and kill him! Tear him to pieces!

What's going on? Why haven't the ghosts come out yet?

[Weren't those other players instantly killed as soon as they reached the fourth floor? Why is he sitting here unharmed?]

[This is unfair! This is so unfair! Why?!]

Why can he sit there like a king, while our people are killed instantly? Even vengeful ghosts discriminate?!

Something must be wrong!

Yes! That's for sure! He'll die soon! He'll pay the price for his arrogance!

The audience in Sakura Country could not understand, much less accept, this bizarre scene before them.

In their expectations.

The moment Yang Jian stepped onto the fourth floor, he should have been swarmed by those dozens of terrifying opera troupe demons and torn to pieces!

But now?

Where's the ghost?

Where are the dozens of ghosts you were promised?

Why hasn't anyone come out?

Instead, he just sat there like nothing was wrong, waiting for the show to start?

This art style is off!

Just when everyone was in a state of extreme shock and confusion.

"Eeya—"

That eerie opera-style singing rang out again.

It was clearer and closer than ever before!

It was as if the singer was behind the stage.

Followed by.

Under the tense gaze of everyone.

A series of figures.

Wearing oversized costumes, a bizarre mask, and strange makeup, she walked out silently from behind the huge curtain with stiff steps.

Some of them were tall, but their costumes were stretched tightly to their bodies.

It looked like it could burst at any moment.

Some were petite, yet their oversized costumes clung to them like sacks.

It looked both comical and bizarre.

None of the costumes fit properly.

They walked step by step to the center of the stage.

Then get into position.

A bizarre drama began under Yang Jian's watchful gaze.

Yang Jian sat quietly in place, his scarlet ghost eyes watching their performance without any emotion.

The viewers in the live stream were also drawn to this bizarre scene.

just.

Whether it's Yang Jian or the viewers in the live stream.

They could all clearly feel it.

The skills of these "actors" are really... terrible.

Their movements were stiff and contorted.

It was full of disharmony.

It felt as if all the bones in my body had been broken and then put back together.

Their singing style was dry, hoarse, and devoid of any emotion; they were simply producing sounds mechanically.

In that voice.

There was even a faint, almost imperceptible... painful sob mixed in.

This is not a performance at all.

It was more like a... bizarre and cruel... execution!

"What...what are they doing?"

"Is this the ghost on the fourth floor? Why does it feel... a bit weak?"

"No! Something's not right! Look closely at their movements. They don't seem like ghosts; they're more like... puppets being controlled by someone!"

"Puppet? What does that mean?"

The audience was buzzing with discussion.

Everyone felt that eeriness that penetrated to the bone.

And just then...

"Clang—"

A crisp sound suddenly rang out in the silent theater.

On the stage.

One of the "actors" playing the role of a martial arts performer is making a turning motion.

The mask on the face.

It seems that because it wasn't worn securely, it just fell straight down...

The mask rolled twice on the wooden stage before finally coming to a stop.

And the face of that "actor" was thus...exposed to everyone's view!

The moment I saw that face clearly.

The whole world.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed.

All viewers watching the live stream, whether in Kyushu or Sakura Country, widened their eyes and their pupils contracted sharply at that moment!

A bone-chilling cold instantly shot from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads!

"It's...it's him!!"

"That burly man!!"

"How could it be him?! Wasn't he already dead?!"