Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 165 Chen Qiaoyang's Hesitation
The supernatural forces were fighting back, and Li Jun's ghost fire was clearly suppressed, being completely washed away by the corpse water within seconds.

Chen Qiaoyang looked down at his arm, which was wrapped in yellow paper. The flames were gone, but the yellow paper was still stuck to his skin. Although he could still feel his arm, it was temporarily useless.

"That's really scary," Chen Qiaoyang said, looking at Li Jun.

"I feel like I've seen this yellow paper somewhere before. It was used as a medium to temporarily fill in the missing pieces of the puzzle. If it were completely wrapped up, it would probably be burned to death immediately."

You seem to be afraid of something.

After observing for so long, Li Jun finally noticed that something was wrong with Chen Qiaoyang.

Chen Qiaoyang's eyes turned cold. Of course, he wouldn't be foolish enough to say that he was being chased by a ghost. He said coldly, "It has nothing to do with you. You should take care of yourself first. I don't believe you can produce a second one of these."

As they spoke, the second-generation member of the Wang family behind Chen Qiaoyang completely stopped moving, once again being restrained in place by the four ghosts.

"Let's see how much more you can come up with."

“Tick-tock.”

A drop of black blood dripped from Chen Qiaoyang's finger to the ground; his wrist was bleeding.

The thick, dark blood emitted a foul stench, like a corpse that had been rotting for too long, with some decaying human tissue mixed in with it.

The blood flowed faster and faster, eventually converging into a thin line. Then, the pool of blood beneath their feet began to writhe, as if being controlled by Chen Qiaoyang, forming several strange characters crookedly on the ground.

"Kill Li Jun."

The blood, which had formed characters, vanished the instant it appeared, immediately breaking into a straight line and flowing into the interior of a nearby, mutilated corpse covered in wounds.

The previously silent vengeful ghost suddenly began to move, as if someone had triggered its killing pattern.

His body swayed slightly, his neck twisted, and he suddenly looked at Li Jun.

The third attack began, and this one was even more terrifying. Chen Qiaoyang showed no mercy; he intended to kill Li Jun instantly.

At the same time, the second generation of the Wang family behind him made another move. This cursed attack method would immediately approach Chen Qiaoyang if he relaxed even slightly.

"Such a young general, what a pity."

Li Jun, on the other side, saw everything unfold. Chen Qiaoyang seemed to be controlling the actions of the vengeful ghost, but Li Jun didn't believe Chen Qiaoyang could maintain this indefinitely.

He remained expressionless, letting the yellow paper on his face peel away one by one. The paint became mottled, his features gradually blurred, and his outline seemed to be swallowed by flames, slowly fading away.

However, Li Jun did not stop; he was determined to fight to the death.

Beneath the pitch-black sky, a raging, eerie green sea of ​​fire suddenly erupted. The flames roared upwards, shooting straight into the heavens. Even across a city, many residents could see this deathly green light.

The clouds were illuminated with a lifeless, gloomy green.

A strong, nauseating smell of burning corpses spread rapidly.

In the sea of ​​fire, Li Jun was no longer recognizable as a human; his upper body was completely charred. Half of his face hung askew on his head, lifeless and seemingly about to fall off at any moment.

However, he persisted, believing that as long as the face Ah Hong had drawn remained, he would not die.

Deep within the dense flames, a terrifying figure loomed, and Chen Qiaoyang's ghostly movements were suppressed.

Although Li Jun only fully controlled the will-o'-the-wisp, the yellow paper Liu San gave him was extremely strange. After intervening with the will-o'-the-wisp, it briefly completed the puzzle, creating a terrifying supernatural effect. Chen Qiaoyang stared intently at the sea of ​​fire, his face grave, his eyes stinging from the flames. He had underestimated Li Jun; this major general was completely reckless in his actions, practically risking his life against him.

Chen Qiaoyang's main method of attack is to summon vengeful spirits; his own supernatural abilities are not particularly outstanding. This is why he has always maintained a behind-the-scenes style.

Now that the ghost has been completely suppressed by Li Jun, he will have to make a choice.

But whether he resisted the Wang family's second generation from getting closer, or withstood Li Jun's upcoming attack, both were extremely dangerous for him.

"If it weren't for the curse of the Wang family, how could I have ended up in such a wretched state... This Li Jun, his arrival was too untimely."

He took a deep look at the phantom of the second generation of the Wang family. "I can't worry about that now. I have to take a gamble. Once I get into the museum, the curse will be reversed."

After saying that, thick black blood flowed from his wrist again, dripping onto the ground and forming the four characters "Kill Li Jun".

This strange medium doesn't seem to manipulate vengeful ghosts; rather, it seems to give them a new rule for killing. Perhaps Chen Qiaoyang has always maintained a balance with the four ghosts through this method.

The second ghost moved, a pale, swollen corpse. Chen Qiaoyang had just used the corpse's vomit.

He abruptly turned his head and stared intently at Li Jun. The moment their eyes met, the acrid smell of burning corpses in the air faded, replaced by a cold, damp odor.

Li Jun suddenly felt a chill in his body, and his clothes were soaked with water, so much so that they looked like they could be wrung out.

This feeling grew stronger and stronger, and as time went on, water began to drip down.

No, that's not right. That's not water; it's blood mixed with human tissue.

Li Jun's body was slowly melting.

Sensing the changes in his body, the surrounding flames suddenly contracted, rapidly converging towards him. In the blink of an eye, Li Jun became a fireball engulfed in green flames.

However, this method was very effective; with targeted suppression, the attack of the corpse fluid was stopped.

Li Jun took a step forward, losing his advantage in range, and prepared to close the distance with Chen Qiaoyang.

However, at that moment, there were two ghosts attacking him.

"Tear..."

Suddenly, a slight sound came from inside Li Jun's body, as if the wound had not fully healed and had been suddenly torn open from the inside, making a sound that made one's scalp tingle.

Looking down, he saw that his abdomen had been torn open at some point, with his internal organs and intestines piled up and crashing to the ground.

His body swayed, and he was about to collapse to the ground. But Li Jun's willpower was amazing, and he managed to steady himself and stand tall in place.

"General Li..."

Chen Qiaoyang looked at him, his expression turning complicated in an instant.

Seeing Li Jun in this state reminded him of a long time ago, before he encountered those terrifying supernatural events. In that era, there were many outstanding individuals like Li Jun, who defended their country and died on the battlefield.

Their eyes were exactly the same as Li Jun's at that moment.

Chen Qiaoyang fell silent for a moment, finding it hard to bring himself to do it.

(End of this chapter)