Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 155 The Museum of Souls (18)

Zhou Deng suddenly bent down and managed to bite the paper with his teeth before his arm completely broke.

"You're very good..."

The tall man's legs had sunk completely into the ground due to his increased weight. His lifeless eyes stared at Zhou Deng as he said, "Let go, or next time it will be your head."

"Hmph," Zhou Deng's face turned pale, and he let out a muffled groan.

"Go ahead and try it. I'm not the only one here."

Before he could finish speaking, a thin figure rushed over from the side.

That was Tian Xiaoyue, holding a beautiful quilt in her hand.

"Zhou Deng! Cover it up! Use the mask to counter its attack!"

Without hesitation, in this situation, even a second of hesitation could result in being killed by that man.

The moment the cover was placed on, a chilling sensation suddenly came over me; it felt limp and hollow, as if I were being hugged by a corpse whose organs had all been removed.

"This is?"

Zhou Deng looked into the innermost layer of the quilt, where a pale human skin, sewn into the shape of clothing, was pasted on the innermost side.

He instantly realized that the blanket was just a disguise; the real supernatural thing was the garment made from the skin of a dead person.

The tall man's attack stopped—no, it should be said that it was stopped by the human skin garment. This human skin seemed to have an extremely strong insulating effect; Zhou Deng gradually regained his mobility at this moment, and even the restlessness of the vengeful ghost within him ceased.

However, his arm was still bleeding. He was, after all, a living person, unlike Yang Jian, who was an anomaly and would still die from excessive blood loss. Being able to stand here was already his limit.

Just then, a strange laugh drifted over, faint and intermittent. It was almost imperceptible unless you listened carefully.

The man turned his head, his face completely distorted by the weight, becoming a blurry mass of flesh, but it seemed that his upper body was still able to move.

The gaze fell on Zhao Lei, whose three faces had completely disappeared, replaced by a terrifying ghost face that seemed to be both smiling and crying. In the very center of the ghost face, a hideous tattoo pierced through it.

"Zhao Lei, just say so if you can't hold on any longer. This method is too dangerous."

Zhang Han sat weakly on the ground to the side, the horrifying male corpse on his back already halfway out.

"Can't hold on?! Didn't you see Leg Bro is almost hacked to death?! Damn it, kill him!"

Zhang Han and Zhao Lei had been waiting for this moment, and Zhao Lei asked Zhang Han to connect his two ghost faces together using the tattered newspaper as a medium, so as to achieve a true superposition.

However, this method was too dangerous, and Zhang Han barely achieved the state that Zhao Lei wanted by risking a relapse.

Although the cost was high, the results were remarkable.

Yang Jian is now unable to move, and the tall man's condition is deteriorating further. Zhao Lei is now qualified to face him.

Zhao Lei's deep voice emanated from beneath that terrifying ghost face.

"Zhou Deng! You're something else! If you ever come to Dachang City, Brother Tui and I will treat you to internet access!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Lei's figure disappeared from the spot, and a chilling sound of crying and laughing immediately rang out all around.

The tall man's face showed a slight surprise, seemingly taken aback by Zhao Lei's unusual angle in exploring the supernatural.

"By using the superposition of sounds in the environment, you've actually created a ghostly realm? You guys are truly amazing!"

The bones were creaking, and the massive body could no longer bear the invisible weight, beginning to deform violently.

“However, I cannot let this place continue to exist. I also have an era that I must protect.” After saying that, he raised his hand and grabbed at the void, actually pulling Zhao Lei out of the ghostly realm formed by the superimposed sounds.

"Damn... this guy is outrageous..."

Zhang Han lay helplessly on the ground in the distance, only able to turn his head to observe the situation.

"You're definitely cheating...you're a total cheater!"

Zhao Lei was lifted into the air like a chick by the tall man, his eyes filled with disbelief. He had originally thought that he could definitely subdue the man in his current state, but he never expected to be slapped in the face by reality.

However, he did not stop attacking. He grinned, pulling an extremely strange expression onto his lifeless face, as if he were crying or laughing at the same time.

The next second, the same distorted crying and laughing expression slowly appeared on the man's head, which had previously been unrecognizable as human.

Zhao Lei's attack began.

With no other option, the man was forced to give up pulling Zhou Deng. Most of the ghostly figures beneath his feet suddenly stood up and surged towards Zhao Lei.

However, Zhao Lei forcefully blocked the ghostly shadow's coverage. The almost tangible crying and laughing sounds prevented the ghostly shadow from completely covering his ghostly face.

At this moment, blood was gushing from both of Zhao Lei's ears, and it was clear that he could not maintain this state for long.

The terrifying volume increased again, and his voice reached the man's ears.

"I can see that you won't last much longer. Once you lose that piece of paper, you'll be forced offline soon."

The supernatural forces clashed. Whenever the ghostly figure was about to completely cover Zhao Lei, a sinister chuckle would ring in the man's ear, and then the two would return to their initial confrontation.

Zhao Lei was clever; he didn't try to forcefully suppress the man. He realized that the man couldn't hold out for long, so he chose to stall for time and create a stable confrontation.

If they can hold out until Yang Jian regains his mobility, they will win.

According to Zhao Lei, he chose the most conservative approach.

On Yang Jian's side, the blackness in the lake water beneath his feet was gradually fading, but a faint, deathly blackness remained. His hand, holding the woodcutter's knife, began to move, and his condition was slowly recovering.

"Captain Yang..."

Wen Zhong stood by Yang Jian the whole time.

He participated in the entire headquarters training program, so he can be considered very professional.

Faced with this situation, the training he received from headquarters led him to conclude that the best option was to protect Yang Jian until he regained his mobility.

He said, "The ghostly figure beneath that man's feet is on a completely different level from the ghost within us. Even if you regain your mobility now, I don't think you could completely dismember it with a single strike. Simply put, there's a difference between a jigsaw puzzle and a complete vengeful ghost."

He glanced again at the tall man who was no longer human: "That man is starting to fight desperately. Once Zhao Lei's current state disappears, he can kill everyone present in an instant."

As he spoke, he pointed to the pupil on his forehead.

“But we have the advantage now, and I think you should have felt it too. My pupil and your ghost eye should be a puzzle piece, and we have a great chance of winning.”

Yang Jian turned and glanced at Wen Zhong.

"You might die if you do that."

"Captain Yang, you've already saved me once. When faced with the supernatural, we never have a choice. Let's begin."

(End of this chapter)