Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 164 An Inescapable Curse

Li Jun moved even faster, and the walls of fire that had already risen around them suddenly closed in. The green flames surged against the wind, completely engulfing Chen Qiaoyang in the blink of an eye.

Yet, deep within the flames, Chen Qiaoyang's figure stood firmly, showing no sign of collapsing. His sinister eyes pierced through the flames, coldly landing on Li Jun.

"A ghost attack? I never thought that after all these years, someone would still use such an outdated method."

The flames on his body were rapidly extinguishing—no, not extinguishing! The will-o'-the-wisp hadn't even gotten close to Chen Qiaoyang; his position had changed at some point.

Will-o'-the-wisps are attacking Li Jun!
His vision blurred, and Li Jun felt his position abruptly change, instantly disappearing from his original spot. This state was strange, as if several people had lifted him up and forcibly moved him to another location.

When he came to his senses, he found himself standing in the same spot where Chen Qiaoyang had just been.

The two men switched positions in an instant. This abrupt change left Li Jun no time to react. A strong burning sensation rushed over him, disrupting the balance within his body.

Fortunately, the will-o'-the-wisp was a vengeful spirit controlled by Li Jun, and Li Jun managed to withstand it.

"Although the Ghost Realm's attacks cover a very wide area, they are prone to errors. When you attack others, they can also invade back. If you try to kill me, I will kill you instead."

Chen Qiaoyang glanced back and saw the corpse take another step toward him, now less than eight steps away.

His face darkened. This meant he had at most eight more chances to act. Once the corpse got close, the balance among the four ghosts would be completely disrupted, and he would surely die.

But Chen Qiaoyang was shrewd and experienced, having faced countless dangers. In their recent exchange, he had already ascertained Li Jun's capabilities. He was certain that this man had no chance of withstanding the next attack.

He continued, "General Li, you should know that people of my generation greatly respected someone like you. I can let bygones be bygones for what just happened. If you let me in, I will exchange intelligence for it."

Li Jun's bright features were tinged with a burn mark, and he resolutely refused: "One thing at a time. If everyone were like you in the future, wouldn't everything be in chaos, and the headquarters' prestige would be completely destroyed?"

Chen Qiaoyang shook his head helplessly: "Stubborn to the end, it's like a scholar meeting a soldier, you can't reason with him."

With a fierce look in his eyes, Chen Qiaoyang decided to kill Li Jun. Since he couldn't reason with him, he would have no choice but to kill Li Jun right there.

He slowly raised his hand and pointed to Li Jun's side.

"Then you go die."

Li Jun suddenly turned his head to look at his side, and his expression immediately changed.

Four old corpses were holding hands, surrounding him like a cage, and Li Jun was the prisoner inside.

The earlier attack, which involved switching positions, was a setup for this moment. If Li Jun had reacted faster, he might have been able to escape the attack using the Ghost Domain. But he was too impatient, focusing solely on attacking Chen Qiaoyang.

The four ghosts took a step forward towards Li Jun at the same time. Immediately afterwards, Li Jun felt the space of this cage being compressed by one part, and a huge weight surged from all directions, making it hard for him to breathe.

Even the slow-witted Li Jun understood that when the four ghosts held hands, they formed a terrifying ghost domain, protecting Chen Qiaoyang while also restricting him.

The fact that his own ghost domain was invaded earlier shows that this small area of ​​ghost domain is extremely terrifying, requiring at least a ghost domain of Yang Jian's level to fight against it.

However, he did not panic. He took out a bright red candle from his pocket, and a wisp of green will-o'-the-wisp flashed. Without hesitation, Li Jun lit the candle.

The dim candlelight immediately spread out, protecting Li Jun. However, the area illuminated by the ghost candle was very small, only covering the surface of Li Jun's body, and it could not break through the blockade of the four ghosts. Seeing the ghost candle, Chen Qiaoyang was somewhat surprised, "I really didn't expect that there would still be people in this era who know how to make ghost candles. But unfortunately, you are facing four ghosts, and one candle cannot last long."

The ghost candle was burning fiercely, making crackling sounds. It looked like it would last for at most half a minute before burning out completely.

Just now.

A faint footstep sounded from behind Chen Qiaoyang. It was very light, but it was particularly clear in the environment.

Chen Qiaoyang's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around abruptly, a look of horror in his eyes. The second generation of the Wang family was less than seven steps away from him.

"Damn it..." Chen Qiaoyang looked at Li Jun, then at the ghost candle in his hand. The candle was only half lit. Li Jun could hold on for another ten seconds or so, but Chen Qiaoyang didn't dare to gamble. He couldn't be careless in the face of the second-generation Wang who attacked him through the Wang family's curse.

Left with no other choice, he abandoned his plan to continue attacking Li Jun.

The oppressive weight around him suddenly dissipated, and Li Jun felt a sudden lightness throughout his body, almost causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground. This sense of oppression was very strange; even the vengeful spirit within him was compressed at the same time, creating a vague feeling of the supernatural being forcibly squeezed together.

"Wang Lu, you never let me go when I was alive, and you won't let me rest in peace even in death!"

Chen Qiaoyang looked unwell at the moment, his face was gloomy.

The living only see ghosts, but the dead never see the shepherd of ghosts.

Chen Qiaoyang's abilities are quite unique. His most proficient attack method is to conceal his whereabouts and kill from behind. However, due to the Wang family's second generation's counter-invasion, he was forced to confront the enemy head-on.

It's fair to say his current condition is extremely poor, perhaps the worst he's ever been in his life—even being trapped inside the Wang family mansion wasn't this bad. While he couldn't move inside the Wang family mansion, he didn't face constant attacks like he does now, which is incredibly difficult for a ghost tamer like him.

He couldn't use many of his methods because the second generation of the Wang family was right behind him, and the four ghosts had to keep an eye on him at all times, otherwise he might die suddenly if he wasn't careful.

But Li Jun didn't give Chen Qiaoyang a chance to catch his breath. Wrinkled pieces of yellow paper peeled off his face and ignited immediately upon contact with fire. A series of flames rapidly approached Chen Qiaoyang along the ground.

As the yellow paper was peeled off, the bright red makeup on his face also faded. Although it was a slow process, with each piece of yellow paper that fell off, the bright red makeup became increasingly dull. This attack on Li Jun could not last long.

Chen Qiaoyang thought this attack was the same as before and didn't take it seriously at all, while at this moment the four ghosts were fighting against the Wang family curse behind them.

The next second, the will-o'-the-wisp suddenly burst into flames, and the yellow paper quickly spread along Chen Qiaoyang's arm, with flames climbing up and engulfing the entire arm in the blink of an eye.

Chen Qiaoyang's expression changed drastically: "How is this possible?! This isn't the same will-o'-the-wisp as before! What did you add to it?!"

However, Chen Qiaoyang reacted very quickly. He was a well-known ghost tamer during the Republic of China era and had encountered all sorts of situations. He was not likely to be killed by an attack of this magnitude.

Suddenly, droplets of water seeped from his shoulder, growing denser and denser until they quickly formed a patch of cold, stagnant fluid.

The corpse fluid slid down his shoulder and along his arm, forcibly pushing back the will-o'-the-wisp. At the same time, the swollen and pale ghost beside him fell silent, as he was using the ghost's power to fight against the will-o'-the-wisp.

The water was extremely foul-smelling, like the filthy water vomited by a drowned person, emitting a strong stench of decay.

(End of this chapter)