Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 161 Different Paths Lead to the Same Destination
Wen Zhong also stepped forward at this time. Because of the presence of that bronze leaf, his condition had recovered the best. At this time, apart from some grayish-white mycelium remaining on his skin, he still looked almost like a normal person.

"Then I'll stay here. I'll report to headquarters and arrange for some people to come and help seal off this place. Captain Yang, don't worry, I know what to say and what to keep to myself."

Wen Zhong was very clever. Yang Jian clearly didn't want too many people to know about this place, which was why he was preparing to completely seal it off.

But this is a huge project. No matter how good Yang Jian is at catching ghosts, he can't manage such a large area by himself. He needs someone to help him with this kind of thing.

This is where a person of Wen Zhong's caliber is needed. He has considerable authority and came out with Yang Jian. When asked about key information, he can reasonably avoid talking about it.

"Hmm." Yang Jian nodded and looked at Tian Xiaoyue. "Ask me anything else now. I don't have time to chat with you."

"I have only one request." Tian Xiaoyue looked at Yang Jian, her eyes filled with a hint of stubbornness.

"I know I'm not in a position to negotiate with you, but if you find out I'm dying, I hope you'll save me this once. We've been through life and death together, so I don't expect you to do everything in your power to save me. I just hope you won't turn a blind eye when the time comes."

Tian Xiaoyue was still wary. Even though Yang Jian had told her about the post office, in this supernatural place, she could die at any moment from something insignificant.

If she could get a promise from Yang Jian, even just a symbolic one, she would feel more confident. After all, someone like Yang Jian, even a casual remark from him, carries a lot of weight.

Without a second thought, Yang Jian said directly, "I never give up on someone who deserves to be saved, as long as you can prove your worth."

His approach has always been consistent: he puts his words into action. He never promises anything he cannot do, but if someone is of value to him, he will do his best to save them, whether they are ordinary people or demon tamers. He treats everyone equally.

Tian Xiaoyue breathed a sigh of relief. Since Yang Jian said that, it meant he was giving her a chance. As long as she could survive in the post office, she would definitely be able to return here again.

Hope rekindled in her heart, and she gave a somewhat weary smile, waving to the crowd. "Then I'll head back. I hope we'll all be alive when we meet again."

After saying that, she turned and walked into the museum without looking back. In the end, she had no hatred for Yang Jian and the others; it was just that they had different ideas about dealing with the supernatural.

Being able to shoulder the safety of an entire city alone requires immense willpower. This shows that her thoughts are the same as most leaders; they are all protecting the safety of the world in their own ways.

It could even be said that Tian Xiaoyue is the true head of Dayang City, but she has no headquarters or support behind her, and no one knows her.

All she did was put on that mask day after day, trying her best to lure away one more vengeful ghost before she completely became one.

Looking at Tian Xiaoyue's thin figure, Zhao Lei couldn't help but ask, "Brother Leg, Tian Xiaoyue looks about your age, right? Are you really comfortable letting her go alone?"

"Whether you're reassured or not is irrelevant." Yang Jian led the group out of the museum.

"She had no choice, and neither did I. That's how the supernatural is; no one is special."

Zhang Han chimed in from the side:

“Lei Zi, ghosts won’t spare you just because you’re young. Look at Xiong Wenwen, how old is she? She almost died too.”

Zhao Lei paused for a moment, then sighed, "That's true, but I feel sorry for her. She's been in this place all this time, having to maintain the safety of the entire city. She has no friends, no family, and no one to talk to."

"What's up?" Zhang Han put his arm around Zhao Lei's shoulder and said half-jokingly, "You've got your eye on that girl? Should I talk to the captain and ask you to go in and keep her company?" "Don't talk nonsense." Zhao Lei quickly waved his hand, "Brother Leg, you know me, I just like girls with pigtails and JK skirts."

Yang Jian nodded without replying. He seemed to be losing what a human being should possess.

Something called emotion is slowly disappearing from his body.

Especially since he created that real timeline through the black fire, he seems to be gradually turning into a cold corpse. Perhaps one day, he will lose everything that Yang Jian should have and finally become a vengeful ghost carrying Yang Jian's memories and will.

Fortunately, he still had that dog, the greatest gift his father had left him. In his dreams, he could briefly experience true joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. Upon waking, this influence subtly changed him, preventing him from becoming a completely cold corpse.

Now Yang Jian finally understood the warning left by Yang Yuan: do not let the black fire enter his consciousness.

Yang Yuan knew that he needed to regain his humanity through Ghost Dream, but once the Black Fire collided with Ghost Dream, no one knew what unknown consequences it would cause, which is why Yang Yuan wrote down that warning.

However, Yang Jian's thinking always went straight to the heart of the matter. If they didn't use the black fire, they wouldn't be able to defeat that tall man.

So even if he had to choose again, Yang Jian would still do the same thing. He never regrets his actions. What has already happened cannot be undone. What he needs to do now is to continue down this path until he reaches a certain end or dies completely.

"Captain Yang, I'll be going now. People from headquarters are already on their way. They seem to be taking this very seriously. I heard Li Jun is here too."

Wen Zhong put down his phone and came over to say goodbye to Yang Jian and the others. He had just been reporting the situation here to headquarters, and he would be very busy from now on.

"Hmm." Yang Jian nodded. Wen Zhong was a very reliable person, and Yang Jian felt at ease entrusting him with tasks.

“If Li Jun tries to force his way in, call me.”

"Understood, Captain Yang."

After greeting everyone, Wen Zhong left, still holding the bronze leaf in his hand. Tian Xiaoyue didn't ask Zhou Deng and Wen Zhong to return it to her. Such supernatural items with minimal danger were already difficult to obtain, so the two of them tacitly took it with them.

Especially for Zhou Deng, the bronze mask and the human skin garment were extremely important to him. These two supernatural items, which had a strong ability to protect him, combined with the vengeful spirit he controlled, gave him more confidence in the face of supernatural events.

The group got into the car and sped off towards the airport.

Inside the carriage, Zhou Deng leaned back in his seat, his face pale and his voice weak: "Old Zhang... could you drive a little faster? I feel a bit dizzy."

"My feet are practically touching the ground, how much faster do you want me to go?!"

Zhao Lei comforted him, "Zhou Deng, relax. It's normal to feel dizzy. Do you feel cold? Feeling cold is what's really bad."

"Stop talking, I really feel like I'm about to die."

"It's okay, think about something happy. How about I tell you a joke? I have a good buddy who likes to eat instant noodles while he's taking a dump."

(End of this chapter)