Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 104 The Squad (End)

"Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. If I had always lived under your protection, I would never have taken this step. Only by facing vengeful ghosts alone and truly experiencing life and death can I truly understand the nature of the supernatural..."

"Thank you, Captain..."

Zhang Han raised his hand again, and this time, without hesitation, he grabbed his own face.
“Rip——!!!”

With a sudden burst of force, he ripped the skin off the face, revealing the bright red muscle tissue underneath.

He let out a muffled groan, his body trembling uncontrollably. Zhang Han had actually endured this excruciating pain that most people would find unbearable.

His entire face was a bloody mess, with blood dripping from his chin onto the grass. Zhang Han was now covered in bright red blood, looking like a blood-soaked figure from afar.

The face, a jumble of flesh and blood, was devoid of any expression, leaving only two exposed eyeballs, their veins stained bright red.

"it hurts.."

He was kneeling on the ground, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath; even breathing was painful.

But at this moment, the eerie laughter in his mind no longer affected him. He was no longer able to make any expressions. Now he only needed to focus on controlling the male corpse behind him and fighting against the ghost face.

"The fact that the crying face hasn't attacked me yet proves that Zhao Lei is still conscious."

"All I need to do now is keep creating a supernatural clash between the smiling face and me, and then wait until Zhao Lei completely suppresses the crying face, and I can save him..."

The moon in the sky was obscured by slowly moving clouds, and the surrounding environment became increasingly dark. If someone were to pass by, they would hear a woman's laughter coming from the bushes.

It sounded extremely faint, almost imperceptible, yet it lingered in my ears like a maggot clinging to my bone, as if a ghost was constantly snickering on my shoulder.
The faint stench of death gradually became pungent in the air, and Zhang Han's bloodied and mangled face remained expressionless.

To be on the safe side, he even tore off the muscle tissue from his face. He didn't understand human anatomy, so he had to hollow out his entire face, exposing pieces of pale bone.

At this moment, Zhang Han looked extremely terrifying; his entire face was no longer recognizable as human.

On his bloodied and mangled face, bits of flesh still clung to the bones, dripping blood. Only his two exposed eyeballs revealed a trace of emotion.

Behind him was a skinned man lying on his shoulder, with countless hideous tattoos extending from the man's body and piercing into the other half of the eerie smiling face.

Like a demon that had just crawled out of a corpse.
"That's fine. With this ghost behind me, I won't die for now... I'll hold on until Zhao Lei completely suppresses the crying face, or until Wang Shanshan and the others arrive."

Time passed second by second, and there wasn't even the sound of flying insects around. Only a strange laugh faintly echoed on this deserted road.

However, the unexpected situation still occurred.

No, it should be said that the paranormal is often like this: just when you think you are safe, unexpected situations will occur, catching you off guard and causing you to die a violent death.

The gaze fell on the tattoo, which had been motionless, and at that moment it began to tremble slightly.

"Are you kidding me...? Even supernatural things can vibrate?"

Tong Qian's smile was far too sinister; with the supernatural intervention of the newspaper, it could even influence the medium through which the ghost extended.

As the tattoo vibrated, the world that Zhang Han had perceived as absolutely quiet began to echo with a strange laugh once again.

"This voice is actively resisting the invasion through the tattoo... it's like someone is manipulating it... but Tong Qian wouldn't do that. The only plausible explanation is that Tong Qian's memory has been invaded by the newspaper, and the newspaper is manipulating the ghost face to attack me."

At this moment, the faint voice echoing in Zhang Han's mind showed signs of overlapping with the laughter in reality. As the two laughter intertwined and overlapped, something incredibly strange happened.

"Click...click"

At this moment, the bones in Zhang Han's face emitted a teeth-grinding grinding sound, then began to slowly deform and twist. The dense bones were stretched and deformed into strips, then gradually bent. Finally, they slowly formed a horrifying smiling face made of bone, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.

"Outrageous... Absolutely outrageous!"

At this moment, Zhang Han was filled with despair. He had just seen a glimmer of hope, but he never expected that what awaited him was an even more terrifying death.

"Is this a consciousness-type attack? Even though it's just an incomplete puzzle, it's still incredibly absurd. The laughter in my consciousness overlaps with that in reality."

Zhang Han tried to break the bones, but as soon as his fingers entered between the bones, they were crushed by the deformed bones. The broken fingers, influenced by the laughter, merged with the flesh on his face, forming an even more terrifying smiling face.

Looking at the five broken fingers, Zhang Han laughed from the bottom of his heart this time, but it was a bitter laugh, a self-mocking laugh at himself for still not being able to figure out the vengeful ghost.

However, because the muscles and bones in his face were completely deformed, he could only let out a series of miserable screams.

"I've done everything I can. Feng Quan is going to find Wang Shanshan; it shouldn't be long, they should be on their way. All I need to do is maintain the status quo and prevent Zhao Lei from dying here too..."

"After I die, the vengeful ghost will revive and we can fight against it to create a balance. As long as Wang Shanshan comes, the matter can be resolved. The captain's backup plan is something that even Tong Qian can't handle."

Zhang Han's eyes, which had been exposed to the air, became abnormally red and swollen from the stimulation, but he still turned his gaze to the sky and looked at the incomplete moon in the clouds.

Since the incident of losing control, Zhang Han has been following Yang Jian. He has learned a lot from Yang Jian, but at the same time, he has become less vigilant about the vengeful ghost.

Yang Jian's original intention was to have Zhang Han lead the team to handle some low-level supernatural events to train them, since they couldn't live under Yang Jian's protection forever.

But when faced with the supernatural, no one can predict the future. Yang Jian had no choice but to deal with even more terrifying supernatural events. In the past, when the sky fell, there were tall people to hold it up. Now, Yang Jian was one of those tall people. He had no choice but to leave Zhang Han and others to guard Dachang City.

The team members had no choice. The increasingly frequent paranormal events forced them to deal with them. Even if Zhang Han refused headquarters' request for help today, he would face even more dangerous events in the future.

"Wow"

Zhang Han suddenly vomited a mouthful of black blood from his Adam's apple. He could no longer hold on and slumped against Zhao Lei's body in front of him. His swollen eyes began to lose focus and gradually became unfocused.

"Zhao Lei, are you still conscious? That newspaper is connected to you, so you should be able to hear what I'm thinking."

"Next, I will actively revive. The vengeful spirits I control can temporarily and forcibly piece together vengeful spirit puzzles with different characteristics."

"At the moment of resurrection, my supernatural abilities will be maximized. I will forcibly splice the two faces and the newspaper together, and help you suppress the newspaper."

Blood gushed out from the gaps in his facial bones like a jet of water. Zhang Han could no longer feel his body, but his last shred of consciousness was still struggling to hold on.

"You only need to use my tattoo to forcibly suppress Tong Qian's consciousness, which is now controlled by the newspaper, Zhao Lei! You must control this body and assist the captain in solving the paranormal incident."

The dim moon still hung in the sky, and the stench of decay in the air was nauseating. A gentle breeze blew by, carrying with it a mournful laugh.

"Captain, I've failed in my duty."

Amidst the intertwined flesh and blood, the dense bones had completely formed a terrifying smiling face. Zhang Han knelt before Zhao Lei's chest, motionless.

Red, scarlet
First, the moon hanging in the sky suddenly brightened, and the dazzling red light instantly illuminated the earth.

The dazzling red glow could be felt throughout Asia, and everyone looked up at the red moon in the sky.

Dynamic vision is difficult to capture, and vision becomes blurry intermittently.

Then, a strange red line shot straight down from space, piercing the atmosphere in the blink of an eye, and hurtling towards Dachang City.

(End of this chapter)