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

That's right! It must be!

These ghosts are so cunning, how could they possibly obey a human!

Friends of Sakura Country, stop deceiving yourselves! If he were cannon fodder, would he have such a calm and collected expression?

Yang of Kyushu has created a miracle that we cannot comprehend! He is doing something unprecedented, and perhaps never to be repeated!

This is insane!

My heart is pounding! What will happen next? Where are they going?

Wait a minute... don't you guys feel like something's off?

The comments section was scrolling wildly.

The audience's emotions constantly shifted from shock to doubt, and then to fervor.

however.

The very next second that everyone was engaged in heated discussion.

Even more terrifying things...

happened.

Shila-

A soft sound, like a branding iron striking a damp cloth, suddenly rang out in the silent corridor.

Everyone could see it clearly through the camera lens.

At the end of the corridor.

Without warning, a charred footprint appeared on the dark red carpet!

The footprints were incredibly clear, with wisps of smoke rising from their edges, emitting a burnt smell.

Followed by.

Shila-

The second footprint appeared in front of the first footprint.

Shila-

The third one, the fourth one...

One by one, charred footprints, exuding an ominous aura, appeared out of nowhere.

They slowly and steadily moved towards the location where Yang Jian and the opera troupe ghosts were!

Seeing this scene.

All the seasoned viewers' pupils suddenly contracted!

It's it!

It was the first one to appear in the hotel, the one with the absolute rule of certain death... the Footprint Ghost!

Anyone who steps on its footprints will trigger the rule of certain death and be instantly annihilated!

It has appeared!

It actually appeared on the third floor, blocking Yang Jian and the group of ghost opera troupe members!

Is it...

Could it be...?

In the mouths of the opera troupe's ghosts, the so-called guardian who imprisoned them, "he"?!

This idea.

It flashed through everyone's minds like lightning!

……

Looking at this bizarre scene before me.

Global audiences are once again in a state of great confusion.

Aren't they all vengeful ghosts?

Why...

Why do concepts like "imprisonment" and "guardianship" exist among vengeful ghosts?

This completely overturned their understanding of the existence of "ghosts"!

Just when everyone was puzzled by this.

The group of ghost actors behind Yang Jian reacted.

Beneath their masks, which displayed expressions of sorrow, joy, anger, or resentment, the spectator-like demeanor they once displayed vanished.

Instead.

It's a deep-seated, indelible... chilling hatred!

boom!

A terrifyingly cold aura erupted from each of the ghosts!

These energies come together.

A black storm formed, sweeping across the entire third-floor corridor!

The oil paintings on the walls began to distort, the carpet on the floor seemed to come alive, with countless blood streaks spreading through it, and the chandelier on the ceiling swayed violently, groaning under the strain!

The entire space.

Under this terrifying energy, they all let out mournful cries!

They...are angry!

Faced with that unseen being that was constantly approaching, they displayed boundless rage!

however.

Yang Jian, standing at the very center of this storm, remained expressionless.

His gaze.

He stared intently at the charred footprints that kept appearing on the ground.

In his eyes.

There was no fear, no solemnity, but rather...

It gleamed with a barely perceptible, scorching light!

"Li Qingzhi..."

Looking at those familiar footprints before him, footprints that signified certain death.

In Yang Jian's mind.

These three words instantly came to mind.

That's right!

It can't be wrong!

Everything about this eerie hotel corresponds exactly to the horror masterpiece he read in his previous life called "Mysterious Resurrection"!

Since even the ghosts of the opera troupe, who are prisoners, exist.

So.

The warden who guards them, appearing in the form of footprints, must be the infamous and terrifying figure from the original work...

The Footprint Ghost was created from the corpse of Li Qingzhi, the Ghost Master, after his death!

And on its body.

He carries a supernatural weapon that could drive any ghost tamer mad!

in case……

If I could cooperate with the group of ghostly opera performers behind me to kill it...

No, it's suppression, even... dismemberment!

So!

I will have the opportunity to take that thing from it!

That item...

It can even break down ghosts; it's an unsolvable weapon!

Machete!

The mere thought of the words "hammering knife" made Yang Jian's heart race.

That's a hatchet!

In the original work.

The ultimate weapon that the protagonist Yang Jian relies on for survival and to cut through countless desperate situations!

It possesses the terrifying ability to ignore the defenses of vengeful spirits, directly harm them, and even dismember them!

Although using it comes at a huge cost.

But in this seven-day horror game where it's either you or me, what could be more important than such a deadly weapon?

there is none left!

This moment.

All of Yang Jian's plans and schemes converged into one ultimate goal.

That is……

Disarm him!

Woohoo! Woohoo! Woohoo!

In the instant that Yang Jian's mind raced with thoughts.

Another anomaly has occurred!

A series of faint sounds, like wallpaper being ignited by high heat, quietly emanated from the front of the corridor.

next moment.

Under everyone's watchful eyes.

The footprint ghost, whose sound was heard but whose form was not seen, finally revealed its true form!

That was a...

A man's figure.

A male corpse that was unusually tall, but whose entire body was a strange, charred black color!

Its body was already highly decomposed.

Large chunks of skin and flesh peeled off, revealing bones blackened by soot underneath.

An indescribable stench of decay mixed with the smell of burning flesh instantly filled the entire corridor.

Its facial features were no longer discernible, only two empty eye sockets, like two bottomless black holes.

It just stood there quietly.

Despite not making any movement, it gives people a heavy and oppressive feeling, like a mountain!

And in its hands.

He was holding it tightly...

A seemingly ordinary, even somewhat worn-out... wood-chopping knife.

The machete was rusted and rusty.

The blade was covered with nicks and slits.

The wooden handle of the knife has also cracked due to its age.

looks.

It's like the ordinary tools you see everywhere in a rural farmer's home.

however.

It was just a worn-out wood-chopping knife.

The moment it appeared.

Both Yang Jian and the group of ghost opera troupe members behind him felt an extreme sharpness from above that was enough to cut through everything and end everything!

That's a kind of...

The sharpness of the rules!

It is a machete!

Warden.

It appeared, carrying its instruments of torture!