Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 102 The Squad (Fifteen)
Everyone in Yang Jian's team was familiar with the place, especially Zhang Han, who had a deep impression of it. He went there with Yang Jian to retrieve the machete. The tall male corpse should still be inside the hotel, but without the machete, it's unclear how it would kill someone.

The sun was about to set, casting a dim, golden glow.

The airport in Dachang City was deserted. The headquarters staff had already evacuated the area, fearing that the four people's vengeful ghosts might resurrect.

As the group disembarked, a limousine was already waiting for them not far away.

Zhang Han scanned the airport. During the days he had been following Yang Jian, he had been imitating Yang Jian's habits in dealing with supernatural events. Whenever they arrived at a new place, they would first observe the surrounding environment to avoid any unexpected situations.

"It seems that headquarters is afraid that we ghosts will be resurrected and die on the plane, so they evacuated the people here."

Zhao Lei followed the crowd toward the car, looking at the empty airport with some surprise.

"What's the background of this headquarters? How come it can mobilize an entire airport?"

At this moment, a man wearing glasses swayed his hips and walked up. He took over the conversation and said:
"Headquarters can be considered a response department established by the country to prevent the spread of paranormal events and to detain out-of-control vengeful spirits. In this era of vengeful spirit resurgence, the headquarters has a very high priority, so this small matter can still be handled."

After listening, Zhao Lei showed an expression of understanding. This was the first time he had come into contact with these things. It seemed that people in this world had already begun to notice vengeful ghosts and had established special departments to fight against them.

The man wearing sunglasses extended his delicate fingers to open the car door for the group, and then said in a sweet voice, "I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Deng Yashui, the staff member temporarily assigned by headquarters to Dachang City to handle the handover with you."

He looked at Huang Ziya and sized her up.

"Sister, your skin is so well-maintained! Do you do skincare every day? If you have any secrets, you can tell me!"

"Alas"

Several people simultaneously made sounds of disgust, then scrambled into the car and sat in the last row of seats.

Deng Yashui winked at Zhang Han through the rearview mirror: "Handsome, why are you sitting so far away? I'm not a ghost."

Zhang Han immediately said, "Stop talking! Drive!"

"Handsome guy, you're so fierce! I like you so much!"

"Shut up!"

Deng Yashui tilted her head back, gave a sweet, coquettish hum, and then started the car.

The vehicle traveled smoothly along the designated route from headquarters towards Guanjiang Residential Area. It was already dark, and a crescent moon hung obscured in the center of the clouds.

Zhang Han gazed at the moon, pondering when Yang Jian would return. He had only led a team on one mission, yet he felt unprecedented pressure, and the loss of a teammate only intensified his anxiety.

Seeing this, Huang Ziya asked a question softly.

"Still thinking about the captain?"

"Mm," Zhang Han nodded.

"A paranormal event that requires going to the moon to resolve is enough to show that the level of terror has exceeded our imagination. Now that the captain is not in Dachang City, what we need to do is to do our best to maintain the safety here."

Huang Ziya comforted him, "Don't worry, the captain can handle it. This is just one of the many paranormal events he has experienced. We all have absolute trust in him, don't we?"

"Thanks.."

Zhang Han turned his head.

"I never expected that you, who usually seem so frivolous, would be so good at comforting people."

Huang Ziya patted his shoulder and said angrily, "What are you saying? Do you know that at the headquarters training base, if it weren't for my reckless courage and exceptional intelligence, the captain would have died there long ago!"

"I know, you took on the ghost messengers one-on-one with a doll, everyone in the paranormal community knows that. I've heard your glorious deeds dozens of times..." "Tch, that's true!"

The scenery outside the window rushed by. Feng Quan was fast asleep in the back seat, while Zhao Lei sat in front of Zhang Han, craning his neck to look curiously at the luxury car. Deng Yashui occasionally winked at Zhang Han through the rearview mirror, and Huang Ziya and Zhang Han chatted idly.

The atmosphere lightened for a moment, and for a brief instant, everyone felt as if they had returned to the past, to an ordinary day when the world was functioning normally and people lived in peace and contentment.

If there were no terrifying ghosts in this world, perhaps they would be very good friends.

But when you're in hell, you can't control whether you come together or go; reality is often the cruelest thing.

Just then, a rustling sound came from the front row, as if someone was quickly flipping through papers.

That was Zhao Lei's spot. Zhang Han immediately asked, "Zhao Lei, are you alright? Is there anything wrong with your health?"

There was a moment of silence in the front row; no one responded, and a sense of oppression filled the air.

The car was very long, with four rows of seats. Zhang Han and the others sat in the back, while Zhao Lei was in the middle. Zhang Han couldn't see what was happening in front of him.

"Zhao Lei?"

Zhang Han called out again, tentatively.

However, the front row remained deathly silent. Even the delicate Deng Yashui didn't utter a sound, as if only Zhang Han, Huang Ziya, and Feng Quan were left in the car.

Zhang Han's eyes narrowed, and he instantly realized something. He shouted, "Deng Yashui! Stop the car!"

No one responded to him, and the vehicle continued to speed forward.

'boom! '

With a loud bang, Zhang Han smashed the front seat with his fist. He saw Zhao Lei's stiff back and could vaguely see newspapers flipping through his face, gradually covering the two terrifying ghost faces.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Deng Yashui's feminine face was also covered with a thin newspaper, but it was completely blank, smooth and delicate, looking just like human skin.

"Damn it...something's happened."

Zhang Han immediately turned around and woke Feng Quan.

"Feng Quan! Move us out of here!"

A light white mist quickly filled the entire carriage; Feng Quan had already taken action when Zhang Han smashed the seats.

As their vision gradually disappeared, Zhang Han and the others felt their bottoms suddenly sink, and they landed on an open grassy area.

"Zhao Lei!"

Zhang Han immediately turned Zhao Lei's body around, but the scene before him was horrifying.

On the left side of his face was Zhao Lei's pained expression, as if he was about to cry at any moment.

On the right side... Tong Qian was smiling at him, her skin and flesh being flipped open like a newspaper. As her skin was flipped open, Tong Qian's eerie smile gradually became more exaggerated, and even the corners of her mouth began to slowly crack.

"Hey hey hey"

A chilling laugh came from Tong Qian's mouth.

(End of this chapter)