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

It’s over.

When that mangled corpse, dragging its heavy, decaying steps, walked out from behind the door, only those two words remained in Su Qiaoqiao's mind.

Her body was completely out of her control.

Extreme fear, like countless cold steel needles, pierced every nerve in her body, pinning her to the spot.

She wanted to scream.

All that could come out of his throat was a "hoarse" sound.

She wanted to back away.

His legs were as weak as mud, and he could only watch helplessly as the terrifying outline representing death drew closer and closer in the dim light.

The overwhelming, pungent stench, mixed with the aura of death, enveloped her completely like an invisible net.

She could clearly see the wriggling flesh buds on the monster's body.

You can see two scarlet will-o'-the-wisps in its empty eye sockets, burning with resentment and hatred towards all living beings.

So this is what death feels like.

Cold, desperate, powerless to resist.

This moment.

Not only Su Qiaoqiao, but the hearts of hundreds of millions of viewers in the entire Great Xia National Fortune live broadcast room felt as if they were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, almost stopping their beating.

On the screen, the terrifying ghost was slowly approaching Su Qiaoqiao, who was lying on the ground.

And they can't do anything about it.

It's all over...it's all over...

[I knew it! I knew that door was a trap! Why didn't I listen to Yang Jian?!]

What's the point of saying all this now! We're doomed! When an ordinary person encounters a ghost, death is the only outcome!

Our Great Xia... this was our last chance... why did this happen...?

[I'm not reconciled! I'm so unwilling to accept this! Is our Great Xia Dynasty really going to perish?!]

[Waaaaah... Someone please save her... Someone please save our Great Xia...]

The comments section went from initial fear to anger, and finally to utter despair.

Countless people closed their eyes in anguish, unable to bear watching the bloody and cruel scene that followed.

Many others had bloodshot eyes, staring intently at the screen, their fingernails digging deep into their flesh.

Those who walked step by step were not vengeful ghosts.

That was a death knell that struck at the very fate of their Great Xia Dynasty!

Once Su Qiaoqiao dies, this challenge to the nation's destiny will be declared a failure.

The last remaining chance for Great Xia is about to be completely exhausted.

At that time, the eerie phenomena that have been suppressed in the real world for a hundred years will be fully revived, and the entire Great Xia Dynasty, with its 1.4 billion inhabitants, will become food for the vengeful ghosts!

The destruction of the nation is imminent!

……

The Great Xia, the "Heavenly Secrets" operations room.

The atmosphere was eerily silent.

The commander-in-chief was ashen-faced, leaning weakly against the back of his chair, his cloudy eyes fixed on the screen, his body trembling slightly.

The chief analyst put down his laser pointer, slumped to the floor, and muttered to himself:

"We lost...we lost..."

All the experts and staff were like puppets whose souls had been taken away, staring blankly at the screen as the scene gradually led to its end.

Their last shred of hope was utterly crushed with the appearance of the vengeful ghost.

"wrong……"

In the midst of this despairing silence, the criminal profiler suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice.

His voice became shrill with fear and agitation, "This ghost...this ghost is strange!"

Everyone turned to look at him.

"Do you guys remember what the intelligence described about the real ghost in this instance?"

He pointed at the screen, his fingers turning white from the force.

"When that ghost appeared, it brought with it a darkness that devoured everything!"

"It's a terrifying magnetic field that renders all instruments malfunction! It's an endless despair that drives people mad with just a glance!"

"But this ghost..."

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"While it is terrifying, compared to 'that one' described in the intelligence, it's several levels below in terms of both oppressiveness and terror!"

Upon hearing this, the entire operations room seemed to be injected with a faint electric current.

The chief analyst jumped to his feet, his eyes gleaming:

"You mean... this ghost isn't the real boss in the dungeon?"

"Very likely!"

Another expert specializing in bizarre creatures immediately added.

"Based on our research into the 'Ghost Realm,' some powerful vengeful spirits can enslave weaker spirits, or transform the humans they kill into mindless 'ghost slaves' who only know how to kill!"

"Ghost slave?!"

This word really lifted everyone's spirits!

"That's right!"

"This ghost is very likely not the real old ghost in the dungeon, but rather... its ghost servant!"

This conclusion, like a bolt of lightning, cleaved through the thick, impenetrable despair in the operations room.

But just a second later, the light quickly dimmed.

The commander-in-chief shook his head bitterly, his voice filled with helplessness: "Even if they're ghost slaves... so what?"

He pointed to the monster on the screen, which was almost within reach.

"It is still a ghost."

"They remain an existence that ordinary people cannot contend with."

"It only takes one second to kill Su Qiaoqiao and that Yang Jian."

"The game... is finally coming to an end."

The glimmer of hope that had just been ignited was instantly extinguished by an even crueler reality.

Yes.

Even if they are ghost slaves, they are still ghosts.

For an unarmed ordinary person, there is no difference.

The operations room fell silent once again.

The commander-in-chief slowly picked up the red secure telephone on the table; his hand was trembling.

he knows.

Once the call is connected, he will personally report to the highest level that the Great Xia national destiny challenge has failed and requests the highest level to make the final decision.

That was a decision that determined the fate of 1.4 billion people.

Meanwhile.

Far across the ocean, in the command center of Sakura Country, bursts of unrestrained, maniacal laughter erupted.

"Hahaha! Did you see that?! The desperate expressions on the faces of the Great Xia people!"

"How wonderful! This is the consequence of defying our Great Sakura Empire!"

"That woman is dead! Great Xia is finished too!"

"Commander, it's time to present our final conditions to Great Xia!"

"Make them hand over all their high-tech data, and... submit to us!"

"That's right! Only by kneeling down and becoming our dogs can we show them mercy and leave them a patch of land to barely survive after the strange resurgence, so that the flame of their civilization... won't be completely extinguished! Hahahaha!"

on the screen.

The countdown to the death of the Da Xia contestant became the most dazzling fireworks in their eyes.

……

A bizarre dungeon, a terrifying high school.

"Drag...drag...drag..."

The rotting footsteps were already in front of Su Qiaoqiao.

The mangled, bloody hand, reeking of a stench of death, was raised high.

Five twisted fingers with black nails aimed at her head and slammed down!

Su Qiaoqiao closed her eyes in despair.

however.

At this critical moment.

A figure appeared out of nowhere, blocking her path.

It was a figure that looked somewhat frail, yet incredibly composed.

It's Yang Jian!

He appeared before Su Qiaoqiao without her noticing, like a silent wall, completely blocking out the overwhelming aura of death.

His face was expressionless, devoid of fear, tension, or even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Those dark eyes calmly gazed at the bloodied and mangled monster before them.

It was as if I were looking at a...inanimate object.