Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 121 Zhou Deng
Wang Xiaoming continued, "Zhang Wei, an ordinary person, underwent a significant change not long after Yang Jian became a Ghost Tamer."

He then tapped his fingers on the keyboard and pulled up a video from a satellite perspective.

The image above shows Zhang Wei practicing target shooting with two Golden Desert Eagles. He hits the target almost every time, but what's even more surprising is that his left hand is just as proficient as his right, as if he has undergone years of training.

“I investigated Zhang Wei. He has never used his left hand since high school. After Yang Jian was resurrected in the Hungry Ghost incident, I have always suspected that Zhang Wei died once at some point, but Yang Jian resurrected him with that mirror. That is why Zhang Wei has the ability to shoot with his left hand.”

Wang Xiaoming stood up and walked towards the laboratory, and Li Jun immediately followed.

"Professor Wang, are you implying that Tong Qian also died once?"

"Indeed, the position of those two faces, as well as the unusual coordination of their hands, perfectly match my previous assessment of Yang Jian and Zhang Wei."

"Should we lock her up to avoid another Zhao Jianguo incident?"

Wang Xiaoming shook his head: "Not for now. I need to observe and study her daily life. Some subconscious behaviors can often reflect a person's subconscious."

"understood."

The two arrived at a laboratory, pushed open the heavy alloy door, and saw several tattered paper figures. Xiong Wenwen sat in the middle, looking at her own body with curiosity.

He stretched his skin out to a very long length, then released it again, but the skin seemed to have lost its elasticity, piling up into a wrinkled mess.

As soon as he saw Wang Xiaoming enter, he immediately got up and hid behind a paper figure.

Xiong Wenwen was terrified of Wang Xiaoming. He once used the vengeful spirit within him to make a prediction about Wang Xiaoming, but the result surprised him greatly, as several possible futures intertwined appeared.

This means that the bespectacled man in front of you has designed at least several action plans every minute for what is about to happen.

Wang Xiaoming stepped forward, examined the tattered paper figures for a while, and then said, "Xiong Wenwen, you can leave now."

"Oh!" Xiong Wenwen felt as if she had been granted a pardon and immediately ran out of the laboratory, hugging the wall.

Before leaving, he even politely said, "Goodbye!"

Wang Xiaoming turned to Li Jun and said, "Have Zhang Lei deliver it. The situation outside is quite chaotic right now. It's not just in Europe; recently, there have been quite a few lurking organizations making moves in Japan as well."

Li Jun immediately took out his phone and notified Zhang Lei.

"Where's Gao Ming?" Wang Xiaoming suddenly asked.

"He's on vacation. You know his personality; he refuses to work overtime. He's already on annual leave at the beginning of the year and probably won't be back until next week."

Wang Xiaoming pondered for a moment: "Call him back. I need to confirm one last thing about Tong Qian."

"Okay, I'll have Qin Meirou inform him."

Dayang City.

The streets were somewhat desolate in winter, with few pedestrians; only a few office workers wrapped tightly in their coats hurried past with their heads down.

A man who looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old stood by the roadside. He looked very young, but he had a sharpness that was beyond his years and he seemed extremely arrogant, making him hard to ignore.

"Zhou Deng, it's been a long time."

A man's figure appeared across the street, looking extremely eerie.

The man was covered in a deathly gray, shrouded in a thin layer of dust, making him appear hazy and as if he were made of dust.

Zhou Deng remained expressionless and coldly said, "Zhou Lian, I don't want to mention what happened abroad before. I've come to Dayang City to find you today because I want to take back what rightfully belongs to me." A mocking laugh came from the gray shadow.

"What originally belonged to you?"

As they spoke, wisps of dust drifted in the wind, gradually approaching Zhou Deng.

A faint stench of decay had begun to permeate the air, lingering there. Even as the wind continued to blow, the stench grew stronger, as if emanating from a nearby, rotting corpse.

"A thief is a thief! If you steal once, you'll be a thief for life! Don't think that you can whitewash your identity by stealing a few national treasures and handing them over. Those things don't belong to anyone. If you want them, come and take them yourself."

"Oh dear," Zhou Deng shook his head self-deprecatingly.

"I thought you'd become a bit smarter after you came out of there, but I didn't expect you to still be so stupid even after becoming the person in charge."

He reached out and gently touched the drifting dust; the cold touch felt like the soil from a grave where the dead were buried.

"You still only dare to hide in the back. Can't you make some progress?"

Surprisingly, the cold dust that Zhou Deng had touched suddenly changed direction and attacked the figure.

The blurred face in the dust rippled slightly, and a surprised voice came from within: "What did you do...? What kind of ghost did you control in that tomb?"

"Didn't you say I was a thief? If a thief controls a ghost, guess what kind of ability he would have."

Zhou Deng casually waved his hand, and his face began to emerge from the blurry figure. Although it was not very clear yet, it gradually became more stable.

"If you don't hand it over, I'll kill you. Go find it yourself."

After saying that, Zhou Deng looked at the street corner, where the stench of corpses was coming from.

Then, a man walked out, his body still emitting wisps of dust, and he looked somewhat similar to Feng Quan.

"Stop... I'm the person in charge. Even if you kill me, headquarters won't let you off the hook."

Zhou Lian was shocked. The supernatural forces were out of balance. He felt that the supernatural forces within him were decreasing, as if they were being stripped away or stolen.

Its already unstable state collapsed rapidly at this moment.

Zhou Deng said coldly, "So what? I'll just kill you and take over your position. You've been in the museum for too long and know nothing about the current situation outside. The city I'm in charge of has been destroyed by a storm. Now I can fill your vacancy. Ghost tamers often die very quickly, don't they?"

"Don't push me! At worst, I'll risk being resurrected as a vengeful ghost! If I die, you won't live either!"

A ferocious look flashed across Zhou Lian's face, and more cold dust surged up from the soles of his feet.

The next second, Zhou Deng felt a chill run down his spine, and his vision was quickly swallowed by the gray haze. A bloodless, pale hand suddenly rose from the ground and gripped his ankle tightly!
"A vengeful ghost has resurrected?" Zhou Deng remained calm.

"Did you think I came to see you unprepared? I think you've been staying home for too long, so not only has your brain deteriorated, but you've also lost your judgment."

He took a step forward, landing squarely on the ever-spreading dust.

"The use of supernatural power by a ghost tamer doesn't mean you have to be as mechanical and rigid as a ghost. The key is to be flexible and adaptable, like this!"

As Zhou Deng took a step, a completely identical, chilling sensation suddenly came from Zhou Lian's own ankle.

He suddenly looked down, his pupils contracting instantly. On his right foot, an identical, deathly pale hand had appeared, exactly like the hand of the ghost he was controlling.
(End of this chapter)