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

When that old, worn-out wood-chopping knife appeared.

The entire third-floor corridor fell into a deathly silence.

The terrifying ghost domain that had been released by more than thirty opera troupe ghosts, which was powerful enough to distort reality, seemed to be choked by an invisible hand at this moment.

The storm has subsided.

The wailing stopped.

All restless supernatural forces.

They all seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, instantly shrinking and freezing.

That was an absolute suppression originating from a higher level of rules!

The emotions of the group of ghost opera performers behind Yang Jian, hidden beneath their masks, shifted from raging fury to extreme terror in a mere second.

They stared intently at the machete in the hand of the charred male corpse.

That look in his eyes was no longer filled with hatred, no longer with anger.

Rather... fear!

It is a fear that is like a mouse seeing a cat, a fear that penetrates to the very core of one's soul and is utterly irresistible!

This is the knife!

This one looks quite ordinary.

They were even imprisoned on the fourth floor of this hotel by broken machetes, never to be reborn!

It cannot truly kill a ghost.

But the consequences it can bring are more terrifying than death!

It can dismember vengeful spirits!

It can cleave and disintegrate a complete ghost, along with the supernatural rules it possesses!

Once it hits you.

They will lose a portion of their own power, suffer a significant loss of strength, and may even fall into a permanent slumber due to the fragmentation caused by the supernatural.

This.

That's the real reason they're kept so tightly "locked up"!

This charred male corpse.

The mutated corpse of Li Qingzhi after his death was merely an executor.

What truly suppresses them is this unsolvable supernatural weapon in its hand!

The air seemed to solidify into a tangible substance.

Heavy pressure.

It made every viewer in the global live stream feel a little breathless.

Right here in this deathly silence.

A particularly tall ghost, wearing a majestic martial arts mask, slowly turned his head.

Its gaze.

It passed its companions and landed on Yang Jian, who was at the very back.

Its voice was hoarse.

Dry.

With a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

"Do you... really have a way to deal with him?"

this problem.

He voiced the unspoken thoughts of all the ghosts in the opera troupe.

They had had enough of being imprisoned. They longed for freedom, to break free of their bonds and descend into the world of living people they had never seen before, just like the other ghosts in the hotel.

Yang Jian is their only hope.

If even he failed.

Then what awaits them is the tragic fate of being dismembered again and imprisoned on the fourth floor.

And this time...

Their guardians will never give them another chance.

Upon hearing the inquiry.

Yang Jian, standing at the center of the storm, showed no sign of tension.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

His gaze remained fixed on the rusty woodcutter's knife, the intensity in his eyes growing ever stronger.

A slight smile played on his lips, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable confidence.

"certainly."

"However, you'll have to hold out for me for a while."

They received this affirmative answer.

The tall, martial arts ghost, and all the ghosts from the opera troupe behind it, seemed to have been reassured.

They no longer hesitated, no longer feared.

The desire for freedom outweighed the fear of the machete!

They all nodded.

next second.

The tall, martial arts ghost let out a shriek that was not human!

"start!"

At a single command!

Without hesitation, Yang Jian retreated like a ghost, instantly creating distance between himself and the battlefield.

He is not a key player.

His goal, from beginning to end, has always been the same.

That's a knife!

And in the instant Yang Jian retreated.

boom--!!!

The terrifying ghost domain, which had just been suppressed by the aura of the woodcutter's knife, erupted once again, and for the last time, without any reservation!

The entire third floor space.

It was instantly stained with a layer of gray and bleak color!

The oil painting on the wall came to life completely, and the scenes in it turned into distorted, wailing human faces.

The blood streaks on the carpet spread rapidly.

They transformed into scarlet tentacles, coiling around the charred male corpse at the end of the corridor.

The chandelier on the ceiling shattered with a deafening roar, sending countless shards of glass flying out like bullets!

More than thirty ghosts from the opera troupe.

At this moment.

He risked everything!

Their figures transformed into streaks of black lightning, launching a desperate charge towards the charred male corpse from all directions!

Heartbreaking cries, shrill laughter, furious roars...

Countless sounds imbued with supernatural power intertwined, transforming into a death symphony powerful enough to drive any ghost tamer to the brink of madness!

however.

Faced with this devastating siege.

The charred male corpse, Li Qingzhi's body, remained motionless.

Its empty eye sockets.

They seemed oblivious to the terrifying scene that was enough to overturn the entire third floor.

It was simply following its last conviction before death, fulfilling its duties as the "warden".

Suppress all prisoners attempting to escape!

next second.

Under the watchful eyes of tens of billions of viewers worldwide.

It moved slowly.

He raised that charred and withered hand.

And in his hand, a rusty... machete!

There was no earth-shattering fanfare.

There were no earth-shattering energy fluctuations.

It simply performed the most basic and unassuming action.

劈！

Crash—!

An invisible gust of wind swept out as the woodcutter's axe fell!

This strike.

It looks incredibly slow.

It moved so slowly that every viewer in the live stream could clearly see its trajectory.

but!

The battlefield is on the third floor.

To the ghosts in the opera troupe, the speed of this slash was incredibly fast!

It's almost reached the point where it transcends thought and perception!

It ignores spatial distance!

It ignored the barrier of the ghost realm!

It ignored all attacks from supernatural forces!

puff!

A soft sound.

At the very front, a ghost from a theatrical troupe, his face painted with the makeup of a female opera character and his body radiating a chilling aura, suddenly froze.

It didn't even have time to react, and it didn't even know how it was hit.

A clear crack.

It started from the top of its head and went all the way down, instantly piercing through its entire body.

Followed by.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone.

This terrifyingly powerful ghost was thus... split in two!

Its body.

It was neatly divided into two halves, and slowly fell to either side.

There was no blood.

Only thick black smoke was escaping wildly from the cleaved wound!

Its strength is being weakened!

The supernatural rules it possessed, the very foundation of its existence, were utterly...dismembered by this single strike!

Seeing this scene.

All the opera troupe ghosts who were charging forward suddenly stopped moving!

At this moment, the expressions on their faces, whether sad or happy, all froze into the same one.

heavy!

It was incredibly heavy!

That's the power of the warden!

This is the most troublesome and unsolvable part of that wood-chopping knife!

It is impossible to kill a vengeful ghost.

But a machete.

However, it can dismantle them at the level of rules, completely disintegrating the supernatural power upon which they depend!

This is a higher rule that transcends the characteristics of immortality!

It is every vengeful ghost.

The ultimate power that they all fear from the bottom of their hearts!

This is the fundamental reason why they would rather be imprisoned than face the male corpse!

fear.

It began to spread in their hearts once again.

They were afraid.

If that human named Yang Jian fails to fulfill his promise.

Then, the vast majority of them will be dismembered by this wood-chopping knife, their strength greatly diminished, and then dragged back to that eternally dark cage on the fourth floor!

but……

When they saw the male corpse, after making a single slash, they slowly raised the machete in their hands again.

When they sense it.

Deep within the hotel, even more terrifying and ancient beings are stirring, seemingly using the hotel's curse as a springboard to plot their descent into the real world.

Their resentment instantly overwhelmed their fear!

Why should I?!

Why should they be locked up here forever?

Why should they be mere spectators, forced to watch other ghosts enjoy the taste of freedom?

Do not!

They were not reconciled!

Rather than rotting in endless imprisonment, it's better to take a gamble on the path to freedom with great passion!

"kill!!"

The towering martial arts demon roared once again!

This time.

Its voice was filled with determination and madness!

The rest of the opera troupe are ghosts.

Inspired by this spirit, they launched another attack!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.

Yang Jian, who had retreated to a safe distance, watched all of this with indifference.

His eyes remained completely still.

It was as if the ghosts in the opera troupe who were risking their lives to create opportunities for him were just a group of tools that had nothing to do with him.

His entire focus was on the male corpse and the woodcutter's knife in its hand.

He is analyzing.

Analyze the attack patterns of the male corpse.

Analyze the rules of using a machete.

Searching for that... opportunity that might only come once in a lifetime, to seize the knife!

……

The real world.

The global live stream room was already completely silent.

Everyone was completely stunned by the sight before them, a battle that resembled a war between gods and demons.

Any one of those thirty-odd ghost opera troupe members, if placed in the real world, would easily cause an A-level supernatural event, resulting in the destruction of a city.

however.

They are a terrifying group.

now.

But he was suppressed by a charred male corpse, who used a broken wood-chopping knife to chop melons and vegetables as easily as cutting vegetables!

puff!

puff!

Each swing of the machete.

Inevitably, one of the opera troupe ghosts will be dismembered on the spot, lying on the ground in two halves, with black energy surging wildly.

The male corpse's movements were slow, even somewhat sluggish.

But every cut it made.

They are all incredibly accurate, and they all contain incomprehensible rules that guarantee a win!

It only took a dozen seconds.

Seven or eight opera troupe ghosts had already been forcibly split open and temporarily lost their ability to move!

This battle.

From the very beginning, it was a complete massacre!

Seeing the terrifying ghost of the opera troupe so easily suppressed by the male corpse, everyone fell silent.

The strength of this charred male corpse is truly terrifying!

It has exceeded the scope of human comprehension!

of course.

What shocked everyone the most, even to the point of hysteria, was the weapon in the male corpse's hand.

That wood-chopping knife!

[Oh my god... what did I just see? A ghost... a ghost cut in half?]

That knife! There's something wrong with that knife!

It can harm ghosts!

No, it wasn't harm, it was decomposition! It decomposed all the ghost's energy!

Holy crap! This is like a game-changer!

No wonder those opera troupe ghosts were so afraid of it! Who wouldn't be afraid of it?!

Wait a minute... have you guys ever thought about this?

If... if this wood-chopping knife can dissolve the supernatural power of vengeful ghosts... does that mean that if we humans could obtain it...?

【!! Upstairs! Stop talking! I'm getting goosebumps!】

[Humanity's hope in the fight against vengeful spirits! This knife is humanity's only hope!]

[Yang Shen! Yang Shen must be after this knife! He sent those ghosts to their deaths just to seize it!]

This is insane!

What exactly is Yang Jian trying to do? Can he really snatch the knife from that terrifying monster?

Whether he can succeed or not, from this day forward, Yang Jian is my one and only god! He is fighting for a future for all of humanity!

The Nine Provinces must spare no effort to ensure Yang's safety!

If he can return with this knife, the entire landscape of the human world will be completely rewritten!

Bullet comments.

After a silence of more than ten seconds, it erupted completely in an unprecedented manner!

Everyone realized the value of that machete!

That's no longer a simple weapon.

That is hope!

It was the first glimmer of hope that humanity saw in the face of the desperate end of the world, where vengeful spirits were resurrected... a ray of light that could turn the tide of the battle!