Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 113 Zhao Lei
The ghost eye watched Wang Shanshan and the ghost child. As long as it didn't intentionally obstruct them, the two of them could indeed freely enter and leave its ghost realm, because in essence, Wang Shanshan was its ghost slave, and the ghost child also had countless connections with it.

The ghost child's sinister eyes were staring blankly at Yang Jian, seemingly very curious about the state of his 'father'.

Yang Jian said to Zhang Han, "Zhang Han, before you went to DQ City, did you look in that mirror?"

Zhang Han nodded: "Captain, before the mission, I followed your instructions and had everyone take turns appearing in front of that mirror."

"Hmm," Yang Jian nodded slightly, and the outline of his dark head swayed accordingly.

"Take everyone back to Guanjiang Community first."

"Okay."

Zhang Han stood up. After being suppressed by Yang Jian, his body no longer felt any signs of revival, as if the fact that he had actively revived as a vengeful ghost had never happened.

Wang Shanshan stared at Yang Jian in silence for a moment, then turned to the ghost child and commanded, "You stay here. If anything happens to Yang Jian, you must bring him back."

Upon hearing this, the ghost child immediately ran to Yang Jian's feet with his short legs, raised his strange, bluish-black face, and stared blankly at Yang Jian.

Watching the group leave, Yang Jian didn't say much. In fact, whether the Ghost Child was there or not made no difference to him. However, to put Wang Shanshan at ease, he left the Ghost Child behind.

"Woo...woof!"

A low bark broke the silence, and a large, jet-black dog with fur as dark as ink leaped out of the cold lake, baring its sharp white teeth and growling menacingly as it stared intently at the ghost child not far away.

Yang Jian immediately commanded the big black dog, "Come here!"

This black dog is "Ghost Dream" itself, an anomaly possessing complete supernatural abilities and self-awareness. It is not controlled, but merely resides deep within Yang Jian's consciousness, obeying his commands.

But at this moment, the ferocious ghost dog showed a hint of fear. It looked at Yang Jian's head, which was burning with black flames, and its gaze involuntarily darted away.

On the moon, it was nearly destroyed by the black fire, and as a self-aware creature, it had an instinctive fear of it.

"It led me to invade the consciousness of this body."

Unable to determine who was in control of the corpse, he had no choice but to forcibly invade it through Ghost Dream.

"Woof!" the black dog barked wildly. The next instant, Yang Jian felt his consciousness blur, and the surrounding scenery rippled and disappeared like water. When he regained his footing, he found himself in a white, boundless world.

At this moment, Yang Jian returned to his normal state, subconsciously shaking his severed hand, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

"The speed at which it enters dreams has become faster. On the moon, this black dog devoured the spirit of a king."

Looking at the black dog, it seemed to have grown a bit larger.

"Nightmare...Are the puzzle pieces complementary?"

However, this complementary nature of the puzzle pieces is a good thing for Yang Jian. As long as it does not exceed the upper limit of the supernatural power of the Ghost Dream itself, it can maintain its self-awareness no matter how many fierce ghosts it controls.

"Woof!" The black dog suddenly barked warningly into the depths of the thick fog ahead, crouching low as if ready to pounce at any moment.

Amidst the swirling white fog, Tong Qian's figure slowly emerged from the depths of the smog.

However, she looked extremely horrifying at this moment, with only half of her face hanging on her head, while the other side was completely blank.

"Yang Jian..."

Her eyes were unfocused, as if a faint remnant of her own self still lingered.
But that half-face immediately twisted, becoming incredibly ferocious, its malevolent gaze fixed on Yang Jian. "Yang Jian! You're the ones who killed me! You all thought Zhao Lei was more useful than me, so you chose to let him live, right?!"

Yang Jian silently stared at the being before him, almost completely altered by the newspaper ghost. At this moment, she resembled more of an evil spirit carrying Tong Qian's memories.

"I came here just to confirm one thing."

Yang Jian's calm voice echoed in this pure white world.

"If you still retain a shred of self-awareness, I will save you, whether by finding you a new body or by temporarily having you share a body with Zhao Lei..."

"But now it seems that you no longer have any reason to exist."

Just as Yang Jian was about to give the order, another voice rang out from behind him.

"Yang Jian, wait a minute."

Zhao Lei's figure emerged from the mist, his appearance mirroring Tong Qian's, with only half of his face visible on the other side of his head.

“Tong Qian should still be saved. I have also experienced the horror of having my memories altered. I can sense that she still retains a trace of consciousness trapped inside.”

Yang Jian turned his cold gaze to his former classmate, with whom he had once been very close.

However, the supernatural era has long since crushed everything from the past. What stands here now are just two outcasts reshaped by terror.

“Zhao Lei, your understanding of the supernatural is too low. Although she hasn’t been completely corrupted by the vengeful ghost yet, it’s only a matter of time.”

Yang Jian's voice was low.

"Under the influence of the supernatural, her consciousness will be replaced by the instinct of a vengeful ghost over time, and she may eventually become a vengeful ghost with the memories of a living person. Once she loses control, no one knows what will happen."

Yang Jian bent down and stroked the restless black dog beside him, then continued, "However, I can give you two choices. I can only save one of you and her. If I erase your consciousness, Tong Qian can perfectly control this body."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding pure white began to fluctuate violently, and the scene rapidly faded and reformed.

The next moment, Yang Jian returned to reality, and Gui Meng forcibly dragged Zhao Lei's consciousness back as well.

Zhao Lei looked around blankly, his gaze finally settling on Yang Jian's terrifying ghostly form. He opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out.

At this moment, Yang Jian was a complete and utter vengeful ghost.

This was the first time Zhao Lei had met the real Yang Jian after piecing together his memories from the newspaper.

But the Yang Jian in front of him was very different from the one he remembered. If it weren't for that familiar face, Zhao Lei would have thought that the person in front of him had been controlled by a vengeful ghost.

A terrifying appearance, a cold personality, indifference to life and death, devoid of human emotions, and a mechanical, almost demonic, killing style.

It was as if the body now contained nothing more than a vengeful ghost that had inherited the memories of a boy named Yang Jian.

The real Yang Jian may have already died, in some terrifying supernatural event.

What stands before him now is merely a supernatural construct carrying his will.
Yang Jian's cold voice broke Zhao Lei's daze.

"My time is limited..."

(End of this chapter)