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

【Oh My God!】

Just how many abilities is Yang Jian hiding? He can even control this level of supernatural power?!

This is a monster!

Who exactly is he? Is he even human?!

No wonder he dared to withdraw from the Ghost Domain and confront that charred male corpse head-on!

He still has a trump card up his sleeve!

[And it's such a terrifying trump card! The impact power of the ghost bus is enough to directly interfere with the operation of vengeful spirits and supernatural phenomena!]

I feel like all my previous understanding of the paranormal is a joke in comparison to Yang Jian's.

Every ability he's demonstrated is enough to overturn our understanding of the supernatural; he's simply a miracle!

That's right.

This supernatural power, bursting forth from Yang Jian, carried a powerful sense of impact.

It all originated from that infamous "ghost bus" in the supernatural world.

In the mysteriously revived original work.

Ghost bus.

It was a strange vehicle that traveled through various haunted places, carrying vengeful ghosts to unknown destinations.

It is itself an extremely powerful auxiliary type of vengeful spirit.

Its core competence.

It was that terrifying power that could strike, suppress, and even shatter other vengeful spirits.

This force.

It can forcibly interfere with the supernatural operation of evil spirits, causing them to fall into chaos and stagnation, or even temporarily "crash".

Yang Jian in the role of Yang Jian in the mysterious resurrection.

As the role-playing progresses, more of Yang Jian's abilities are gradually unlocked.

Ghost Hand is one of them.

The Ghost Bus's ability to suppress is his hidden trump card.

When facing a vengeful ghost of the charred male corpse level.

A single supernatural force is often ineffective; only the combination of multiple supernatural forces can create a decisive advantage.

Yang Jian was well aware of this.

That's why he didn't hesitate to use this power that he had never shown to anyone before at the crucial moment.

While the ghostly hand was firmly pressing down on the charred male corpse's wrist.

The ghost bus's supernatural power, like an invisible giant hammer, slammed heavily into the charred male corpse.

boom--!!!

Although no real sound was made.

But on a supernatural level...

The charred male corpse looked as if it had truly been hit head-on by a speeding ghost bus.

It was a violent tremor from the depths of the soul, a terrifying shock powerful enough to instantly disrupt the supernatural workings of even vengeful ghosts.

The massive, charred male corpse staggered suddenly.

His whole body leaned backward, as if he had been pushed hard by an invisible force.

Its already stiff body jolted violently and began to shake uncontrollably.

The two flickering will-o'-the-wisps in the male corpse's empty eye sockets instantly dimmed.

It seemed as if it could go out at any moment.

Only a faint light struggled in the darkness.

The supernatural power within it.

Under the combined pressure of the Ghost Hand and the Ghost Bus, chaos reigned.

That originally ancient and powerful supernatural energy was now fragmented and chaotic.

The thoughts of the male corpse.

At this moment, unprecedented chaos ensued.

Its originally clear supernatural operating procedure was forcibly interfered with by the power of the ghost bus, becoming fragmented, like a computer system eroded by a virus.

It can no longer clearly perceive external attacks, nor can it effectively control its own body.

The whole thing is a ghost.

They all fell into a state of confusion and sluggishness.

It's like being suddenly disconnected from the power supply, temporarily losing all ability to react.

Its charred hand, which had been gripping the woodcutter's knife tightly, began to loosen at this moment due to the loss of control over the supernatural power.

Those originally tightly knit finger bones.

Amidst the violent tremors, a sliver of a crack finally appeared.

"Now!"

Yang Jian's vertical pupils suddenly contracted; he sensed it.

He felt the power in the male corpse's hands completely disintegrate.

At this moment, all conditions have been met, and all the waiting has been for this moment.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Jian exerted his strength.

His left hand, which had returned to its normal skin color, now unleashed a terrifying strength far beyond that of ordinary people, gripping the male corpse's wrist tightly.

Simultaneously.

He suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed the handle of the wood-chopping knife.

His movements were lightning fast and precise, leaving the charred male corpse no chance to react.

Snap! Snap!

A crisp sound of bones breaking pierced the quiet third-floor corridor.

That was the charred wrist of the male corpse.

The sound of something being twisted and broken by Yang Jian's powerful strength.

A stream of black liquid gushed out from the break, carrying a strong, putrid stench.

Under the combined suppression of the ghost hand and the ghost bus, the charred male corpse was completely unable to put up any effective resistance.

Its body was stiff.

My thoughts are in disarray.

The supernatural power is on the verge of collapse.

It could only watch helplessly as its weapon was taken from its hands by this tiny human.

Yang Jian's palm.

He gripped the cold, rough handle of the wood-chopping knife tightly.

A chilling, fishy stench filled the air.

Yet it carried an aura of boundless power, instantly transferring from the hilt of the sword to Yang Jian's hand.

That knife.

It was as if, at that moment, it had become a part of his body, resonating with the supernatural power within him.

He succeeded.

Yang Jian successfully snatched the machete, capable of dismembering anything, from the horribly charred male corpse.

The moment the machete left the charred male corpse's hand.

The ghosts from the opera troupe, who had been frantically attacking, suddenly stopped.

They stared blankly at the rusty woodcutter's knife in Yang Jian's hand, then at the charred male corpse whose wrist had been twisted by Yang Jian and whose body was stiff in place.

Their brains.

It seems that at this moment, I have short-circuited and cannot understand what is happening in front of me.

next moment.

All the actors and actresses in the opera troupe erupted in deafening cheers.

It was a kind of despair that had been suppressed for countless years, which erupted into ecstasy at this moment.

"He succeeded! He succeeded! The machete has been taken! We're free!"

"The woodcutter's knife! He snatched it from us! We don't have to be afraid of being dismembered anymore!"

"We're free! We're finally free! This hotel can't hold us back anymore!"

The eyes of the ghosts in the opera troupe were filled with ecstasy and excitement.

They were no longer afraid of the charred male corpse.

That terrifying weapon capable of dismembering them has now fallen into Yang Jian's hands.

Their last concerns vanished completely.

All the fear and despair.

At that moment, it transformed into endless rage and the flames of revenge.

"Kill him! Avenge our comrades! Avenge our torn brothers and sisters!"

The martial arts ghost roared and charged towards the charred male corpse first.

Its massive body, filled with unparalleled rage, slammed violently into the male corpse.

The other ghosts in the opera troupe, as if a fuse had been lit, let out hysterical roars.

They no longer had any scruples.

It frantically lunged at the charred male corpse, whose body was stiff and whose mind was in disarray.

They tear and bite with their teeth.

Scratching with sharp claws.

To collide with one's body.

They used every bizarre means imaginable to vent all their resentment and anger on the vengeful ghost that had once filled them with dread.

A male corpse without a machete.

At this moment, it's like a tiger that has lost its claws and teeth.

It remains powerful.

However, they were unable to inflict fatal damage on these opera troupe ghosts.

not to mention.

It was also being hit by the ghost bus, its body was abnormally stiff, and its supernatural operating procedures were chaotic, making it unable to effectively resist the attacks of the opera troupe ghosts.

It could only passively endure everything, its body teetering on the brink of collapse under the onslaught.