Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 112 The New Balance
In Dachang City, two horrifying corpses knelt beside an empty highway.

A flash of red light appeared, and a sinister figure suddenly appeared, carrying an old woodcutter's knife.

Dark black intertwined with dazzling red light, and within this crimson expanse, lake water and black flames churned faintly.

Everything in this space came to a standstill. This was Yang Jian's sixth-level ghost domain, and time here had stopped the moment he arrived.

Before me lay the corpses of Zhang Han and Tong Qian.

"Zhao Lei?"

Yang Jian stared at the half-familiar face, unaware of what had happened.

However, judging from the current situation, it seems that Zhang Han has encountered Zhao Lei. Yang Jian has been trying to find Zhao Lei's face, but has had no clues. He never expected that Zhang Han would run into him.

The ghostly hand touched Zhang Han's face, which was a hideous grinning face made of bones.

"Completely dead."

Zhang Han was lifeless at this moment, and if it weren't for Yang Jian's suppression, the vengeful spirit inside him would have immediately gone out of control.

The red light grew increasingly intense, and the things around them that had been frozen in time began to function again. No, the entire area was being rebooted. Yang Jian planned to use this area-wide reboot to save Zhang Han.

A terrifying supernatural force is forcibly pushing everything in this area back to the past.

Everything was bathed in a rich, blood-red light.

Time passed second by second, but Zhang Han's body remained unresponsive.

Ten seconds
Yang Jian silently counted down the time in his mind.

Twenty seconds...
The cold lake water churned, and the headless ghostly figure was blurred within it. The ghostly eyes suddenly closed, the red light dimmed instantly, the eight-layered ghostly domain collapsed, and it retreated back to the sixth layer.

His brows furrowed slightly.

"It's taking too long; I can't maintain a restart for that long."

Yang Jian noticed the anomaly as soon as he entered the Dachang City area. Although he rushed here immediately, too much time had passed, at least a minute or more. Even he couldn't have restarted the area for such a long time.

But now that Yang Jian has returned, he is determined to rescue Zhang Han.

Behind him, a huge headless ghostly figure slowly stood upright, pure darkness coalescing into the shape of a head, with black flames dancing around its edges.

A faint crimson shimmered on her forehead.

Just as he initially achieved a balance with the headless ghost and the ghost eye, Yang Jian now intends to use this black fire to forcibly suppress the ghost eye and create a new balance.

He abandoned his human body, using a headless ghost as his body and black fire to form his head.

A terrifying vengeful spirit descends upon this frozen space-time.

The ghost's head looked extremely strange. Although it was completely black and no shape could be seen, anyone who looked at it would clearly recognize that it was Yang Jian's face.

The faint crimson on his forehead became even more glaring, and as a patch of cold lake water flowed out, eight crimson eyeballs were superimposed on the pitch-black head once again.

The second large-scale restart has begun.

This time, the out-of-control red light surged wildly, instantly filling the entire space, and even the crescent moon in the sky seemed to be covered with a layer of dim scarlet.

Yang Jian's gaze was fixed on Zhang Han's corpse. The restart time had been almost a minute. A faint restlessness came from the Ghost Eye. Even under the suppression of the black fire, Yang Jian could not maintain this restart that reversed life and death for too long.

Suddenly, Zhang Han's finger twitched slightly. "Success. With the help of the black fire, I can achieve a localized restart of at least one minute."

The dark, ghostly figures surged up like a tide.

A series of crackling sounds came from Zhang Han's face as the ghostly figure reassembled his completely deformed skull.

"team leader?"

Zhang Han stared blankly at Yang Jian in his inhuman form, feeling that familiar aura, and felt a sense of disbelief.

He had prepared himself to sacrifice himself, but he never expected that at such a critical moment, the person he had always longed for would actually come to save him.

"It's me." Yang Jian's voice came through the black flames, cold and calm.

He pointed to Zhao Lei next to him and asked, "Tell me what happened, why are Zhao Lei and Tong Qian on the same face?"

Zhang Han immediately gave a brief account of how he was approached by people from headquarters seeking his assistance, how he met Cao Yang and Zhao Lei, and how Tong Qian ultimately sacrificed herself to awaken Zhao Lei's consciousness.

"Is there such a thing?"

The faint crimson mark on his forehead rippled slightly. He had always thought that Zhao Lei's face had disappeared into the Caesars Hotel room along with the newspaper, but he never expected that Zhao Lei would survive and even escape with the help of a vengeful ghost inside.

"Captain, Tong Qian seems to be dead. The newspaper has taken control of her mind, and Zhao Lei and she are fighting over the body."

"No, she's not dead..."

Yang Jian's gaze shifted to Tong Qian. The ghostly figure had already sealed her mouth, preventing the eerie laughter from spreading further.

Yang Jian could sense that Tong Qian was still conscious, but at this moment, she was staring at them with an extremely resentful look, as if she had an irreconcilable hatred for them.

"It's very similar to Zhao Lei's situation back then. His memories were altered, and this time the alteration is even more extensive. Is it a ghost controlling people...?"

Looking at Tong Qian's almost cannibalistic gaze, Yang Jian thought of the Reform Society he had encountered before. Their behavior was almost like that of a vengeful ghost, a state of deeper interaction with vengeful ghosts, and the supernatural power they could control was even more terrifying.

However, Tong Qian did not have any supernatural means to counteract this state. Her consciousness would gradually be taken over by the vengeful ghost, and her behavior would become more and more like that of the vengeful ghost, eventually turning her into a ghost with a remnant of a living person's consciousness.

Just then, Yang Jian sensed a child-sized being enter his ghost realm, followed by several others. He was all too familiar with one of the auras.

"A ghost child?"

Sensing the changes in the ghost realm, Feng Quan and Huang Ziya arrived with the ghost child and Wang Shanshan. Yang Jian moved his mind and directly teleported them in front of him.

"team leader?!"

"Leg Bro?"

"Yang Jian?"

At this moment, Yang Jian's body was a huge, pitch-black ghost shadow, his head was burning with silent black fire, a scarlet dot was faintly emerging on his forehead, and the cold lake water under his feet was slowly spreading, and a ferocious dog could even be vaguely seen pacing in it.

To anyone who looked at it, this was a terrifying and vengeful ghost. If it weren't for the outline of Yang Jian's face that could still be vaguely made out by the black flames, the group would have turned around and fled immediately.

Wang Shanshan stepped forward, her pale, cold face showing concern: "Yang Jian, what happened? How did you become like this?"

A chilling voice emanated from within the pitch-black head:
"I'm fine, I'm in good condition, I'm just trying out a method to control the supernatural."

(End of this chapter)