Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 168 The Voice on the Other End of the Phone

The gloomy sky hung low, and dark clouds piled up in the air as if they might collapse at any moment; it looked like it was about to rain.

The green light flickered incessantly, and a chilling, burning sensation filled the air.

In the open space at the main entrance of the museum, the bronze leaf in Li Jun's hand was gradually returning to its original state. Along with this reversal, his entire being, along with the ghost within him, was being invaded by the bronze leaf.

This feeling is amazing.

His wounds were healing rapidly, his flesh was piecing itself back together, and even the restless demon within him was forcibly reversed. He could clearly feel his condition gradually returning to normal, as if time had rewound to just a few minutes earlier, to the moment before he clashed with Chen Qiaoyang.

However, the yellow paper and makeup on his face remained unaffected, still dull and lifeless. The supernatural power Liu San had implanted in his face seemed to be passively resisting this effect.

Li Jun was unable to manipulate the yellow paper any further, as it was a medium that Liu San had arranged long ago to prevent Li Jun from being attacked. He had no choice but to let the confrontation continue.

Feeling his own condition, Li Jun clenched his fist.

The next second, the green flames on Li Jun's body suddenly surged, and the entire area was instantly engulfed by the flames. His figure then disappeared from the spot.

...

At this moment, Jiang Shangbai was approaching Chen Qiaoyang step by step, but every step he took was extremely difficult.

The ground felt like a quagmire; the cement floor was completely soaked with the fluids from the corpses, forming a pool of stagnant water that reeked of a strong stench of death. Every step felt like standing on a cold, lifeless body.

It was heavy and sticky, making him feel cold all over.

He took off his coat, revealing the old burial shroud underneath. The fabric clung to his body, cold and stiff.

However, the burial shroud was already glistening with moisture, the corpse fluid slowly seeping in. Though the process was slow, it was deadly. Jiang Shangbai was about to collapse; he couldn't even hold off one of Chen Qiaoyang's ghosts.

It's not that the shroud couldn't keep out the ghost, but rather that humans have their limits.

Especially for someone like Jiang Shangbai, who controls ghosts, the vengeful spirit within him was not something he could control in the first place, so he couldn't even unleash half of the supernatural power of this burial shroud.

Jiang Shangbai wanted to use his bare feet to step on the corpse water, but at this moment his feet did not move at all. They were in a strange collision with the wounded corpse, and both of them were briefly frozen.

"Kid, be careful in your next life."

A hint of joy appeared on Chen Qiaoyang's face. The person in front of him seemed to be a half-baked idiot. He could kill Jiang Shangbai in ten seconds at most.

Jiang Shangbai was truly panicked at this moment.

The corpse fluid had seeped into the inner layer of the burial shroud, and his skin was melting little by little, a mixture of stinging and numbness. He instinctively turned to run away, but his feet were stuck to the flesh and blood floating in the corpse fluid, and he couldn't move at all.

At that moment, the wounded corpse behind him gradually regained its mobility. The situation took a sharp turn for the worse; Jiang Shangbai was dying.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind: It's over!

Suddenly, the phone vibrated.

"Jiang Shangbai, calm down, you still have a chance."

A calm, unhurried voice came through, and Jiang Shangbai immediately looked down. It was Fang Shiming's voice! He seemed to have been observing the situation through the satellite phone hanging on his chest.

"President Fang! Help me!" Jiang Shangbai immediately cried out as if he had grasped at a straw.

"Let those feet step on the corpse water first."

Fang Shiming's voice was extremely calm, without the slightest hint of panic.

"The person in front of you is in a very bad state. He's not using the supernatural powers of these ghosts, but rather manipulating them. So his own state indirectly affects his ghosts. Since that corpse can move, correspondingly, the ghost you're controlling can too." Jiang Shangbai's heart jolted, and he suddenly understood. He had been so flustered that he hadn't noticed such obvious information.

He immediately replied, "Understood, Mr. Fang!"

The next second, "thud..."

Those pale, bare feet gently touched the water's surface, and Jiang Shangbai's legs, which had been stuck to the corpse water, instantly freed themselves, allowing him to move again.

"It worked, Mr. Fang! What should we do next?"

Fang Shiming continued on the other end of the phone, "You can't control the corpse fluid for long. Go back and continue fighting that corpse. It has been suppressed and won't be able to tear your shroud in a short time."

"Okay!" Jiang Shangbai immediately turned around and ran back.

Just as Fang Shiming had predicted, the wounded corpse stood still, making no move even when Jiang Shangbai was standing right in front of it.

It wanted to attack Jiang Shangbai, but was stopped by the ghost's shroud, and a confrontation was formed between the supernatural beings.

Jiang Shangbai was overjoyed and exclaimed excitedly, "I did it! President Fang!"

"Very good, keep it up like this. It will take time for that person's medium to take effect. Hold on until the reinforcements arrive, and you will win."

"Okay!" Jiang Shangbai nodded heavily, hope rekindling in his eyes. The seemingly hopeless situation had been turned around by Fang Shiming's few words.

"Why is the person on the other end of the phone being so secretive and afraid to show their face?"

Chen Qiaoyang's face was extremely ugly at this moment. He was almost able to succeed, but Fang Shiming's sudden intervention caused the situation, which was about to be resolved, to fall into a stalemate again.

What alarmed him even more was that every command from the other party was extremely precise, as if calculated perfectly, keeping him completely under control.

Jiang Shangbai glared fiercely at Chen Qiaoyang, "What right do you have to criticize President Fang? I'll chop your head off in a minute!"

“Jiang Shangbai, stay calm. This man is extremely dangerous. If he weren’t currently under some kind of restriction, even I wouldn’t be confident in killing him. Don’t provoke him. Let’s slowly boil him down.”

"What's wrong?" Jiang Shangbai's expression changed. He hadn't expected Chen Qiaoyang to be so terrifying. In his eyes, no one in Asia except Ye Zhen could beat Fang Shiming. Yet he actually said that he himself might not be able to kill this person.

"You're quite arrogant, plotting to kill me right in front of me. You sound young, but you're so perceptive about the supernatural. Why don't you come out and meet me?"

Black blood continued to drip from his wrist, clearly indicating that his next attack would be extremely terrifying.

Fang Shiming's voice remained neither loud nor soft, "There's no need to waste time. You should know your current condition best. Although I wasn't there to know how many more attacks you can sustain, it shouldn't be many. I'm giving you two choices now."

"First, you can imprison a ghost and hand it over to Jiang Shangbai. I will ask him to let you pass. I won't force you. Just give him the corpse fluid."

"Second, if we continue this stalemate until reinforcements arrive, you'll die here."

Fang Shiming added, "By the way, even if you manage to escape later, the price you'll pay won't be less than losing a ghost."

After saying that, Fang Shiming hung up the phone and continued to observe Chen Qiaoyang on the other end of the line through the camera.

"Did you hear me! Hand over a ghost right now! Or you'll die here!"

With Fang Shiming's command, Jiang Shangbai's morale soared, and he even had the illusion that he could take on Chen Qiaoyang by himself.

He was also deeply moved, not expecting that President Fang was still concerned about his safety. This strengthened Jiang Shangbai's resolve once again; for his circle of friends and for President Fang, he was willing to risk his life without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)