Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 103 The Squad (Sixteen)
Zhang Han was closest to him, and his face instantly froze. He almost couldn't help but smile, his mind in complete chaos. Zhao Lei's loss of control was so sudden that Zhang Han didn't have time to react.

"Damn it... Huang Ziya can't move right now, and Feng Quan has already pushed his Ghost Domain to its limit. What should we do...?"

"Wait... the captain told us before he left... Wang Shanshan..."

In that instant, he suddenly thought of Wang Shanshan and immediately turned to Feng Quan: "Feng Quan! Take Huang Ziya and go first! Find Wang Shanshan!"

Seeing this, Huang Ziya was about to run up to help, but Feng Quan reacted quickly and grabbed her.

"Calm down, Huang Ziya. Now is not the time to be reckless. We are both in very bad shape. If we die now, Zhang Han will be facing more than just one ghost. Leave this to him. We should retreat and find Wang Shanshan. Brother Leg said that if there are any problems in Dachang City that we can't solve, we should go to her."

Huang Ziya was stunned for a moment before she remembered that Yang Jian had a backup plan. Her eyes lit up immediately, and she had absolute trust in Yang Jian's arrangements.

"it is good!"

Looking at Zhang Han, Huang Ziya said, "Hang in there! We'll be back to save you right away!"

After saying that, she and Feng Quan got into the car and sped off.

Zhang Han felt relieved once the vehicle was far away, and turned to look at the face that was now either Zhao Lei's or Tong Qian's.

"Hey hey hey"

Another sinister laugh came from Tong Qian's half-face.

Zhang Han said in a low voice, "No matter who you are now, if you can hear me, cooperate with my next move."

With a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, Zhang Han was almost unable to resist the eerie power of that smiling face after being attacked at such close range.

"I will use tattooing as a medium to pierce your face. If you are Tong Qian, respond once; if you are Zhao Lei, respond twice. I don't want to save the wrong person."

Zhang Han didn't have Yang Jian's keen observation skills. The laughter that was almost plastered on his face made him very flustered at the moment, and in his desperation, he could only say such useless words.

But Zhang Han's actions did not stop.

On his back, a horrifying tattoo could be vaguely seen, depicting the shape of a man's corpse.

The wound, which had not yet healed, reopened, and Zhang Han knelt down in pain. At this moment, the man in the back, covered in blood and flesh, stood up straight, his bloody hands suddenly reaching forward and grabbing Zhang Han's shoulders as if to crawl out.

Zhang Han said with difficulty, "I'm going to start taking action."

He gritted his teeth and stood up, reaching out to place his hand on Tong Qian's strangely shaped face. The grotesque tattoo crawled along Zhang Han's arm and slowly disappeared into it.

Zhang Han plans to use the tattoo to pull out the vengeful ghost. Whether it's Tong Qian or Zhao Lei, he has to save one of them and absolutely cannot let this ghost revive here.

However, Zhang Han overlooked one problem: his understanding of the supernatural was not as comprehensive as Yang Jian's.

A vengeful spirit with a conscious mind cannot be easily contacted simply by entering its head.

As the two bodies came into contact, the tattoos served as a bridge, connecting two completely different supernatural puzzle pieces together.

The tattoo was deeply embedded in Tong Qian's smiling face, and the medium was complete.

The supernatural clash between Zhang Han and three vengeful ghosts began, though incomplete, it was still beyond his capacity to withstand.

At this moment, a strange smile appeared on Zhang Han's face, and for a fleeting instant, he felt his consciousness slowly fading away.
"Impossible. Ghost faces don't possess consciousness-type intrusion capabilities. Could it be because of that newspaper? Did an unpredictable change occur between the two?" Zhang Han frantically recalled information about Tong Qian and the two ghost faces in his mind.

"It's transmitted through sound, meaning if I can't hear the sound, I won't be attacked..."

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Han raised his finger and thrust it into his ear. His fingertip plunged deep into the bottom of the cochlea, and blood gushed out from inside the ear.

The whole world suddenly became quiet.

Zhang Han didn't utter a sound, still staring intently at the two ghostly faces in front of him.

Something's wrong; the sound is still there.

The sounds around him had indeed disappeared, but Zhang Han could still sense a very faint sound gently echoing in his mind.

The sound was so faint it was almost negligible, and Zhang Han could currently withstand this level of laughter.

Looking at the tattoo that had invaded the ghost face, Zhang Han thought of another possibility.

"Could it be that the voice is directly invading my consciousness through the tattoo as a medium?..."

"The captain said we can't judge the supernatural by ordinary standards. That newspaper possesses an intrusive spirit, and I'm currently in direct contact with it, which means my guess is entirely possible..."

"But I still have a chance... The newspaper is a fragmented puzzle of a vengeful ghost, and what's truly deadly are these two ghostly faces."

Looking at Zhao Lei's half-face, which was in a state of half-crying, it seemed that he was being suppressed by Zhao Lei.

"As it stands, Zhao Lei should still be conscious. He has suppressed the crying face, so he hasn't lost control yet."

"What truly threatens me now is Tong Qian's smiling face; all I need to do is control that smiling face."

"Tong Qian's file clearly states that as long as she doesn't laugh, she can avoid triggering the murder pattern..."

Zhang Han always knew in his heart that he did not have Yang Jian's almost abnormal observational ability when facing the supernatural, nor did he have the high-intensity supernatural power of having several ghosts in his body at the same time, like the other leaders.

Having only controlled one ghost, he now faces three fierce ghosts simultaneously, one of which is the most bizarre type of consciousness. Although it is an incomplete puzzle, it is still beyond the capabilities of a ghost tamer of his level.

However, at this moment, a hint of madness flashed in his eyes.

"Face death and live on, Captain, you're right..."

"Every supernatural event comes at a price. Even if you figure out the murder patterns of a vengeful ghost, it doesn't mean you can handle supernatural events without getting hurt. Faced with unsolvable terror, only by putting yourself in a life-or-death situation can you survive..."

Looking up at the sky, it was already very dark, with only a crescent moon hanging precariously in the center of the clouds, looking dim and unclear.

"Captain... I think I understand your meaning. Supernatural powers are merely a byproduct of the living's exploration of the supernatural..."

"While it is important, it is not the most crucial thing."

"Perhaps one day an exception will emerge, an ordinary person who will uncover the true nature of the supernatural, eliminate all vengeful spirits, and finally end this era of the supernatural..."

Looking again at Tong Qian's strange face, which seemed to be smiling but wasn't, the madness in his eyes transformed into resolute courage.

(End of this chapter)