Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 114 The Person Who Was Resurrected Again
Zhao Lei looked at the glaring scarlet mark on Yang Jian's forehead and said:

"Yang Jian... I don't want to die, but I also don't want to kill others in order to survive. However, as you said, I know too little about vengeful ghosts. I trust your judgment. If Tong Qian really can't be saved, kill her..."

After listening, Yang Jian nodded. It seemed that Zhao Lei wasn't foolish enough to risk his own life for someone who might not even be saved.

He lowered his head and gave commands to the black dog.

"Bite that woman to death."

The moment the words fell, the black dog pounced, but not in reality; it pounced into the consciousness space filled with thick fog.

A giant dog with jet-black fur tore through the mist without warning and appeared out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, a second, a third, and countless other black dogs with identical shapes emerged from every corner of the thick fog, filling the entire space in the blink of an eye, their scarlet eyes locked onto the stiff figure in the center.

"Woof—Woof woof woof!!"

A deafening bark echoed, and a barrage of afterimages rushed toward Tong Qian.

At this moment, Tong Qian's face had completely lost its color, and she stood there blankly, watching the dark mass of dogs rush towards her.

Tear, gnaw.

The terrifying supernatural forces are being forcibly suppressed in a more violent and absolute manner.

Tong Qian is dead. Perhaps she can still be saved, but Yang Jian has no choice. He has always been like this when facing the supernatural. He is not sure what unpredictable changes will occur between Tong Qian and that half of the newspaper. He has no choice but to give up one person and save Zhao Lei, who has a higher chance of survival.

With a sudden appearance of a wisp of black fire, the newspaper reappeared on Zhao Lei's head, and then his face slowly emerged from under the newspaper, gradually becoming clear, filled with horror and disbelief.

He himself almost lost his life when facing this ghost, and even had his body taken away, but Yang Jian completely suppressed the ghost in less than a minute.

Zhao Lei was in excellent condition at this moment. The newspaper ghost, which was already incomplete, was only a small piece of the puzzle, but when facing a fierce ghost like Gui Meng, which was very complete, he was almost completely suppressed.

"It's time to go back."

A chilling voice rang out, but it was no longer lifeless like before. Yang Jian had returned to normal; the monstrous black shadow shrank back to his feet, the icy lake water flowed back into his body, and the rampaging hound and the ominous black flame vanished simultaneously.

The matter wasn't completely resolved yet; Yang Jian still needed to finish up the remaining issues.

"What were you like just now?"

Zhao Lei was still somewhat shaken. The huge black shadow he had just seen made him feel as if he were facing an extremely terrifying ghost.

Because of the existence of Ghost Dream, Yang Jian's consciousness can exist within the black fire through Ghost Lake. In that state, he is almost equivalent to a vengeful ghost, and no one can kill him, because ghosts cannot be killed.
"Just a completely new attempt."

Yang Jian didn't explain much; the extreme crimson light tore through the sky and headed straight for the Guanjiang residential area.

Guanjiang Residential Area was originally a sales office, but it was transformed into a detached villa after Yang Jie took over.

At this moment, deep inside the villa's third floor, in the innermost room, there wasn't even a door to enter, and it was pitch black.

In the very center of the room stood an old-fashioned dressing mirror, about the height of a person, its surface completely covered by a thick black cloth.

Suddenly, a clear handprint appeared on the surface of the black cloth. After struggling violently for a few moments, the black cloth slid down, revealing a smooth mirror surface.

The mirror didn't reflect the room. Instead, it showed a woman who looked exactly like Tong Qian, her face filled with terror, her hands desperately reaching forward as if trying to climb out of the mirror.

But behind her, bluish, pale, and rotting hands reached out from all sides of the mirror, grabbing Tong Qian's body and feet, and constantly pulling her into the mirror.

My consciousness went blank for a moment, and I was in a state of intense confusion.

Fragments of memory flashed back suddenly, and the events that occurred before I woke up resurfaced in my mind.
"Zhang Han, why does this mirror look so eerie? Are you sure there's no danger if I look in it?" Huang Ziya was standing in front of the mirror, fiddling with various poses.

Zhang Han stood to the side with his arms crossed, expressionless: "Just take the picture when I tell you to. That's what the captain ordered."

Huang Ziya looked at herself in the mirror and felt something was off. She felt that something was not normal. The more she looked, the more she felt something was wrong: "Oh, why do I feel like the me in the mirror is different from usual?"

You talk too much nonsense.

"Shouldn't we ask clearly? What if I get killed by the light?"

Huang Ziya put her hands on her hips, pouted in dissatisfaction, and then touched her face and body.

"I think I need to get my waist fixed, and my chest too..."

"Huang Ziya, step aside, it's my turn."

Feng Quan came closer, reeking of the putrid, damp smell of mud.

Huang Ziya immediately pinched her nose and jumped far away.

"Feng Quan, can't you go take a shower first? There's enough dirt on you to build a grave!"

Feng Quan ignored her and simply brushed the dust off his clothes as usual: "Go talk to my ghost."

He stood in front of the mirror for a moment, then said, "Tong Qian, it's your turn."

"okay."

Tong Qian walked up and looked at herself in the mirror. Those lifeless, empty eyes seemed to be staring at her, staring straight at her... which made her feel uneasy.

Then, her consciousness abruptly ceased, as if someone had slashed her head with a knife, severing it abruptly. When she awoke again, she was already inside this mirror.

Countless cold arms were pulling her body, dragging her little by little into the mirror. At this moment, she gritted her teeth and struggled desperately, her fingernails scraping against the cold frame of the mirror, making a piercing sound.

But it was all in vain. She tried to use the two ghost faces, but was surprised to find that she could not sense the presence of the supernatural at all, and seemed to have turned back into an ordinary person.

A deep despair filled his eyes, his strength was rapidly draining from his body, and he was irreversibly being pulled into the endless darkness behind him.

"Ah"

With a bitter laugh, Tong Qian seemed ready to give up the struggle.

But at that moment, without warning, a dense, scarlet light suddenly shone into the sealed, dark room.

It was a hand that didn't belong to a living person. It suddenly reached out and grabbed her outstretched wrist tightly, then pulled hard.

Immediately, she felt an irresistible force pull her out of the mirror.

Tong Qian was stunned. She fell heavily to the ground, breathing rapidly and trembling all over.

Still shaken, he looked up at the figure in front of him.

"Yang Jian? Where is this...? Wasn't I just about to go on a mission...?"

Yang Jian's emotionless voice rang out from the darkness:
"You died, and I saved you again."

(End of this chapter)