Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 123 Wen Zhong
The two were both stunned, and exclaimed in unison, "You're not Ghost Eye Yang Jian?!"

The man looked at him like he was an idiot and retorted, "When did I ever say I was Ghost-Eyed Yang Jian! How do I look like Ghost-Eyed Yang Jian at all!"

The young man emerged from the red light, and the two were able to see his appearance clearly. His pale face was covered with filamentous mold spots, making him look extremely creepy.

Zhou Deng breathed a sigh of relief. He had seen Yang Jian's photo before, and the man was clearly not as pretty as some people thought.

"My name is Wen Zhong." The man tugged at the mold clinging to his skin and continued:
“Zhou Deng, Shen Liang asked me to talk to you. He said that colleagues should maintain good relationships instead of resorting to violence at the drop of a hat. If everyone acted like you, wouldn't headquarters be in chaos?”

Zhou Deng sneered. He had been intimidated by the name of Ghost Eye Yang Jian and dared not make a move.

But after confirming the identity of the person, he realized that although the mold was strange, he could definitely handle it. The only thing he needed to be careful of was the pupil in the red light, which looked very strange.

He said coldly, "Trying to build good relations? Why doesn't he go and talk to Yang Jian? Who in the entire supernatural community doesn't know that Yang Jian killed someone at headquarters? I think he's just bullying the weak and fearing the strong."

Wen Zhong shrugged and said nonchalantly, "This has nothing to do with me. I'm just going through the motions. I'm not interested in your personal grudges."

As the red light faded, he continued, "I've done what I needed to do. This is my only chance. I'm not foolish enough to use supernatural powers to mediate a fight."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Deng's expression softened slightly. It seemed that this person was just going through the motions to get by.

Since he said he would only make this one move, all I need to do now is avoid his intermediary and kill Zhou Lian.

Zhou Deng said, "Wen Zhong, right? We're all just trying to make a living. You've done your job. I hope you'll keep your word and not interfere in the rest of the matter. In the report afterward, I'll write that you did your best to mediate and that you won't suffer any losses."

He then added, "I'm very good at writing reports."

Zhou Lian looked at the two of them, and now it was his turn to panic, his face showing fear once again.

He shouted hoarsely, "Wen Zhong! Headquarters won't easily give up on a person in charge! I have something that can protect against supernatural attacks! If you save me, I'll give you everything!"

Wen Zhong spread his hands, looking indifferent: "This has nothing to do with me. You know, unless a vengeful ghost revives, a ghost tamer should avoid making enemies. Nobody wants to be chased and killed by a ghost every day. Besides, I've already saved you once."

He looked at Zhou Deng again: "My work is done. I will stay here until the end, and then go back to report."

Zhou Deng glanced at the scarlet pupil on Wen Zhong's forehead. This man seemed indifferent, but in fact, he had already done a comprehensive analysis of the situation.

Zhou Lian was clearly on the verge of a vengeful ghost awakening; even if he were forcibly rescued, he wouldn't live for more than a few days.

Most importantly, Wen Zhong wasn't confident he could suppress Zhou Deng. Rashly rescuing him might only create a deadly feud, and no one would do something so unprofitable.

So he might as well save himself the trouble, go through the motions, and at least give headquarters an explanation.

Thinking of this, Zhou Deng nodded to Wen Zhong.

“Friend, I’ve remembered this favor. After I kill that person, I will be the person in charge of Dayang City. You are welcome to visit anytime.”

Wen Zhong didn't say anything more and stood there quietly, seemingly intending to stay there until the two of them finished.

In the cold, dusty air, the bloodless hand reached out again, grabbing Zhou Lian's ankle. Without Wen Zhong's intervention, the remaining medium was no match for Zhou Deng's attack.

"Zhou Deng..." Zhou Lian's face was contorted with extreme anger as he glared venomously at Zhou Deng: "Since you're forcing me, then let's die together!"

At this moment, Zhou Lian's body became blurred, and the color of his skin gradually blended into the surrounding dust. He intended for the vengeful ghost to revive and drag Zhou Deng down with him.

"You're still as brainless as ever." Zhou Deng had already taken precautions. Although it was terrifying for a ghost tamer to actively revive a vengeful spirit, it was a process and not entirely uncontrollable.

"It's time to finish."

With a sudden push of his feet, Zhou Deng voluntarily sank into the dust, while Zhou Lian, who was already halfway into the dust, sank even further.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Zhou Lian was dragged underground, with only his head sticking out.

His face was deathly pale, staring blankly at Zhou Deng without any expression. Zhou Lian was dead, dead before he even had time to react.

He pulled his foot out of the dust, walked towards Zhou Lian, took out a portable golden body bag, and put it over Zhou Lian's head.

Wen Zhong had been observing from the sidelines, and he frowned slightly when he saw Zhou Deng's final attack.

It seems that Zhou Deng used Zhou Lian's own supernatural abilities to kill him; he had never seen such a method of attack before, it was extremely bizarre.

After sealing the body bag, Zhou Deng looked at Wen Zhong.

"It's over. Now there are only some remnants of the medium left here, and it will slowly dissipate even if left alone."

Wen Zhong nodded and stepped forward.

"I heard you mention Ghost Eye Yang Jian earlier. Are you close to him? I've only been in charge for a short time, so I don't know much about the people in charge at headquarters, and I don't have that much authority."

“Not familiar with it.” Zhou Deng picked up the body bag and walked towards the end of the street.

"I've only heard of him. He's a newcomer, but he's incredibly strong. Even Li Jun can't beat him."

"Is that so..." Wen Zhong's eyes flickered slightly, and he touched the pupil on his forehead, as if he was thinking about something.

Zhou Deng suddenly stopped, turned around and said, "How about I ask my operator for you?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhong immediately followed and said, "Thank you very much."

Zhou Deng then remembered that his previous operator had died in the line of duty due to the recovery of a certain person in charge, and that headquarters had just assigned him a new operator today.

Turning on the satellite phone, Zhou Deng said directly, "Hello, can you hear me?"

A woman's voice immediately came from the other end of the phone.

"Can you hear me? You just turned off your phone. Did something unusual happen?"

"No, just some personal business to take care of."

Zhou Deng slapped his forehead, as if he had forgotten something. He asked, "Right, what's your name again? My operators always die so quickly, I can never remember your names."

A relaxed laugh came from the other end of the phone.

"Don't worry about that, I'm notoriously hard to kill."

Then, her tone shifted, and she said crisply and decisively:
"Let me introduce myself again. My name is Tong Qian. Starting today, I will officially take over as your operator."

(End of this chapter)