Mysterious Resurrection: Starting from the Hanged Man Path

Chapter 37: Mental Threshold (Seeking Follow-up Reading)
A total of five ghost riders have died so far. Excluding the source of the starving ghost, there are only two ghosts in the field.

Three ghost riders died at the hands of the source of starving ghosts, and the ghosts in their bodies were naturally devoured by it.

The ghost of the first ghost rider who died was bound by the spirit of the white bone tree, so the starving ghost naturally could not devour him in a short period of time.

now.

The surviving ghost riders didn't dare to breathe. They wanted to leave here very much, but they didn't dare to speak, for fear that they would say something wrong and lose their lives.

Zhao Jianguo, who was standing aside, was undoubtedly angry, or rather, resentful.

In his opinion, these people are indeed despicable, even brainless, but they should not be wasted here. They should be allowed to die for a good cause and maximize their value.

The most crucial thing is the subsequent chain reaction. What attitude should the headquarters take towards it?
The ability displayed by the young mysterious ghost rider in front of him is so strong that he can handle S-level supernatural events.

If the headquarters takes a tough stance and makes enemies with them, they will probably end up in trouble. But if they don't pursue the matter, where is the headquarters' authority?
Not to mention how the ghost riders outside would view it, even the ghost riders inside would probably not agree. At that time, people would only panic and be caught in a dilemma.

Even if the headquarters could handle the situation by imposing sanctions, the price to be paid would be incalculable, and it cannot be compared with the death of a few ghost riders.

But if no action is taken, the reputation accumulated by the headquarters will be wiped out, and the price will be even higher than the former.

Zhang Xiansheng naturally didn't know what Zhao Jianguo was thinking.

Even if I knew, I wouldn't care too much.

He walked up to the ghost rider who died first, who was still firmly fixed by white bones that appeared out of thin air.

He raised his right hand, and drops of scarlet ghost blood dripped down.

The card of blasphemy flew out and quickly absorbed the ghost in the ghost rider's body.

He came to the ghost rider who was lying on the ground and absorbed the ghost in his body by following his instructions.

Yang Jian stared at the drops of blood and thought of a person, Yan Li, codenamed Ghost Blood.

The supernatural power that the man in front of him seemed to be ghost blood. The two ghosts were drenched in blood and were immediately suppressed and made no movement.

It was a gray ghost realm with ashes like paper ashes falling from the sky, a thick, indissoluble black shadow, white bones appearing out of thin air, and now there was a suppressive power that seemed like ghost blood.

The other party has displayed four different kinds of supernatural powers. Does this mean that he has already controlled four ghosts?
The most important thing is that this is just what has been revealed. Does the other party have anything else to hide?
And that paper card seems to be able to absorb evil spirits. Is it a container that can imprison evil spirits?

Yang Jian couldn't help but think of the ghost mirror, which also has the ability to imprison evil spirits, and the most important thing is that it can resurrect.

He looked at the starving ghost nailed to the ground. If that card could contain it, then the coffin nails...

The scene in which the other party had just compressed the shape of the ghost domain and used coffin nails to remotely snipe the source of the starving ghosts emerged.

When Yang Jian thought of this, he was almost filled with uneasiness.

Is there anyone who can really fight against such an existence?

An enemy with coffin nails who can snipe from a distance...

After Zhang Xiansheng absorbed the two ghosts with the card of blasphemy, he picked up the source of the starving ghosts that were nailed by the coffin in his hand.

The next moment, the figure disappeared out of thin air.

The surviving ghost riders breathed a sigh of relief, all with expressions as if they had survived a disaster.

Some of them couldn't believe it and slapped themselves hard to verify whether they were dreaming.

"Haha, I'm not dreaming, I'm not dreaming, it's real, I'm alive, I'm alive."

"It's great, it's really great."

"........."

"Zhao Jian...Captain, I want to go home!"

"I want to go home too!" A ghost rider got directly into an explosion-proof vehicle and urged the staff sitting in the driver's seat to drive quickly.

The other ghost riders followed suit and rushed forward, either cursing or threatening the staff to drive quickly.

Everyone's mental state is not very good, and it is inevitable to suffer psychological trauma.

The staff member sitting in the driver's seat broke out in a cold sweat, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and left in a hurry.

Only a few staff members who were originally responsible for sheltering the source of the starving ghosts were left, including Yang Jian and Zhao Jianguo.

"Yang Jian, this might be a big deal." Zhao Jianguo said.

Yang Jian waved his hands quickly, "It has nothing to do with me. This is something the headquarters needs to consider. I am nothing."

"You can't say that. You have to give me some advice, right?" Zhao Jianguo sighed.

"My opinion is not to provoke them. The coffin nails can restrict S-level supernatural beings, and they can arrive in an instant. Think about it carefully." After Yang Jian finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Inside an abandoned warehouse in Dachang City.

Zhao Kaiming paced back and forth in front of the ice coffins.

He had already stopped the engine, so the refrigeration system was naturally shut down as well.

He muttered, "It's almost there, almost there, wife, daughter, mom, dad...you will be alive soon, and we will be reunited soon."

"I have money, and I have built a villa in my hometown. By then, our family will be well..."

Time passed little by little.

This was undoubtedly torment, and the time Zhao Kaiming estimated himself passed quickly.

The corpse in the ice coffin remained cold, stiff and pale, with no sign of revival.

Zhao Kaiming seemed to be in a trance at this moment. He kept persuading himself in his mind. His breathing became heavier and heavier, and his spirit was already tense to the extreme.

Half an hour passed, and the corpse in the ice coffin still showed no signs of revival.

An idea arose in Zhao Kaiming's mind: could the ghost's promise, the so-called resurrection, be just a lie?

He threw his crutches on the ground, held his head in his hands, and was almost emotionally collapsed.

"No, no, I risked everything and killed so many innocent people... My hands are stained with blood, and behind me are countless wronged souls and evil spirits..."

Zhao Kaiming squatted on the ground, unwilling to believe that this could be a lie.

It's not that he hasn't thought about this problem, he just subconsciously ignored it because resurrecting his family was the only thought that kept him alive.

"Come out! Come out! The deal is done, it's done!"

Zhao Kaiming staggered to his feet and rushed to an ice coffin where his wife lay.

"Honey, I'm sorry, it's all my fault!"

"Dad, Mom, you won't forgive me, right? Actually, I can't forgive myself either."

"If I hadn't made a wish, if I hadn't met that damn thing..."

"Why! Why!"

After venting his anger, Zhao Kaiming calmed down a lot.

He finally found an excuse, saying that resurrection might be difficult for that ghost thing, so it would take more time.

Now, only a little bit has passed since the agreed time. He should wait a little longer...

(End of this chapter)