Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 116 I don’t know

Tong Qian's matter might be kept from Wang Xiaoming for a while, but it's definitely not going to last. It's better to let headquarters investigate. Even if Wang Xiaoming can guess a thing or two, he won't be able to find out the whole story.

Tong Qian sat on the sofa, silent for a long time, before finally looking up at Yang Jian and saying:
"Don't worry, I understand what I should and shouldn't say."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "I'd like to... stay here for one night. I need to think about it. Is that alright?"

After such a dramatic change, anyone needs time to catch their breath and adapt, and Tong Qian needs time to think about her future path.

"There are still rooms available on the second floor. Please make your own way."

After saying that, Yang Jian picked up the golden shroud beside him and left the villa. He still had a lot of things to deal with: Zhang Jun's corpse, the coffin nails, and the strange black fire inside his body...
In the darkness, a small silhouette stood silently.

Yang Jian commanded the figure, "Come back with me."

A child, his body a bluish-black color and exuding an evil aura, immediately ran out, walking with stiff steps that didn't match his size, sneaking around behind Yang Jian.

A human and a ghost walked along a dark path and arrived at the old house from the Republican era. It had been renovated and transformed into a detached house with a very modern style.

Upon reaching the second floor, a cool and aloof figure was already standing at the top of the stairs. It was Wang Shanshan, who seemed to have sensed Yang Jian's arrival long ago.

"It's so late, aren't you resting yet?"

Wang Shanshan came out. She sensed Yang Jian approaching. As Yang Jian's ghost servant, Wang Shanshan had always had an extraordinary connection with him.

"Just wander around, don't worry about me."

Yang Jian glanced at the ghost child behind him. The thing seemed to have grown a little bit. Its bluish-black skin gleamed with a cold luster in the dim light. He wondered what Wang Shanshan usually fed it.

"Let it stay with you. Right now, it's more useful for my research."

Yang Jian walked to the table by the window and sat down, looking at the moon outside the window, which was still faintly crimson, without saying a word.

Those were remnants of the Ghost Domain that Yang Jian created when he was on the moon, but the red color is now just a superficial appearance and there is no supernatural element to it.

Seeing that Yang Jian was no longer speaking, Wang Shanshan understood that he probably just wanted to find a quiet place to stay, so she turned around and led the ghost child into the room.

The room was dark, and the moonlight from outside shone through the glass, casting a blurry and cold shadow on his figure.

Yang Jian took out a yellowed piece of human skin paper and remained silent.

This human skin is far too sinister; it constantly weaves deadly traps within the fabric of truth. To this day, Yang Jian still cannot determine whether a self-awareness lurks within this human skin.

But now, he has a question he must verify.

Yang Jian asked in a deep voice, "How did I control that black flame?"

This time, the paper did not appear with an opening statement as usual, nor did it fall silent.

Through the moonlight, one could vaguely see the yellowish human skin, with only three crooked characters, as if they had been barely sketched out with all one's might.

"do not know."

Under the same moonlight, far away in Dajing City.

Wang Xiaoming stood atop the high-rise building, gazing up at the blood-red moon in the sky, his expression inscrutable.

"Can we still see it?" Wang Xiaoming's voice was very soft, as if he was asking about the abnormality of the blood-red moon, or perhaps he was asking something else.

An old man stood beside him, silent for a long time.

Finally, the old man slowly turned and disappeared into the night, without saying a word.

The following morning, Yang Jian emerged from a state of half-asleep.

He doesn't need to sleep, but ever since he mastered Ghost Dream, he has had a need to enter dreams. Only in dreams can he feel his true self and touch the little sense of reality he has left as a "human being".

To avoid being gradually consumed by vengeful ghosts, he needs to maintain what little humanity he has left in his dreams.

Yang Jian returned to the villa alone without disturbing Wang Shanshan. The villa was empty in the early morning, as Jiang Yan and the others were still asleep.

My gaze fell on the dining table, where a piece of paper was pressed under a cup. I walked over and picked it up; the handwriting on it was neat and tidy.

“Yang Jian, by the time you see this letter, I will have made my decision. As I said last night, I still want to do my best to save those innocent people who are involved in supernatural events. I will uphold my ideals, but I will also stop pursuing absolute justice as before. You are right, this world is not black and white, and some people are not worth saving.”

“I’ve decided to go to headquarters. My experience and determination will probably be most effective there. If you need me for anything, you can come to me anytime. You’ve saved me twice. If you ever need my body again, come to me.”

"Thank you, Captain."

—Tong Qian.

Yang Jian put down the letter in his hand, his eyes flickered slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously paused for a moment on the rough paper.

I walked over to the refrigerator and casually picked up a can of Coke.

Just then, a flurry of footsteps and faint noises came from upstairs.

Then Yang Jian saw a disheveled figure rushing down the stairs, muttering in frustration as she ran, "Oh no! I'm going to be late again!"

At the corner of the stairs, she was caught off guard and bumped into a cold embrace, almost being thrown away.

"Jiang Yan, are you seeing a ghost?"

"Ouch, that hurts!" Jiang Yan rubbed her sore forehead, still sleepy, with deep dark circles under her eyes. She stared blankly at Yang Jian for several seconds before suddenly realizing what was happening.

"Ah! Yang Jian! Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?!" Her voice was hoarse from just waking up, but also filled with surprise.

Yang Jian looked at her while drinking his cola: "I'm going back to my own home, who do I need to greet?"

"It's over, it's over!"

As if suddenly remembering something, she touched her face: "You saw me like this! My image is completely ruined!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she dashed upstairs, seemingly to get ready for makeup.

She knew Yang Jian had gone abroad on a mission and hadn't slept well these past few days because of worry; otherwise, given how much she valued her work, she would never have been late.

After glancing at Jiang Yan who had run upstairs, Yang Jian went to the innermost room on the third floor. The room contained the ghost that had run out of the mirror last night, as well as the coffin nails he had brought back from the moon.

Zhang Jun's body was handed over to Deng Yashui last night, and was escorted to headquarters by special staff. It is said that Chen Yi and Guo Fan led the team. The headquarters gave the body of a team leader the highest level of attention.

(End of this chapter)