Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 169 The Approaching Mold

Chen Qiaoyang silently glanced back at the terrifying phantom. Neither Li Jun nor Jiang Shangbai could hinder him.

The real threat came from the second-generation member of the royal family behind him, who was bound to him by the royal family's curse. If he relaxed his guard even slightly, he would be killed by it.

The illusory figure was now only three steps away from him. This meant that he had at most three more opportunities to attack.

"This is outrageous..."

Chen Qiaoyang's face was ashen. "I never imagined that I, the Shepherd of Ghosts, would fall to such a state. The Wang family... you truly won't let me go even in death!"

As he finished speaking, black blood suddenly gushed from his wrist. The cold, viscous blood splattered onto the ground, pooling into a jet of blood that fell straight down.

Jiang Shangbai, however, was not afraid at all. A cold smile appeared on his lips. Since Fang Shiming had told him to stand here, he was absolutely certain that Chen Qiaoyang could not do anything to him.

On the other end of the phone, Fang Shiming frowned as he observed Chen Qiaoyang's condition through the television screen.

Deep down, he was gambling. This was already Jiang Shangbai's limit; if Chen Qiaoyang was determined to kill him, Jiang Shangbai would surely perish. So he was gambling that Li Jun and Wen Zhong would arrive before the attack began.

"Your surname is Fang, right..." Chen Qiaoyang's eyes were sinister as he stared at the satellite phone he was talking on, his voice hoarse and raspy, "Once I get away, the first person I'll kill is you."

Jiang Shangbai's expression immediately changed. "Oh no! I let it slip again!" But he quickly realized, "You're about to die, why are you scaring me?"

Chen Qiaoyang looked extremely creepy at this moment, his skin clinging to his bones as if all the blood had been drained, making him look exactly like a dried-up corpse.

The black blood seeping from the ground meandered and gradually coalesced into several distorted characters. However, due to the distance, Jiang Shangbai could not make out what was written on it at all.

Over the satellite phone, Fang Shiming suddenly spoke, "Be careful, cover your body with the Ghost Domain."

"Understood, Mr. Fang!" Jiang Shangbai immediately did as instructed.

As the writing on the ground faded, the already gloomy night grew even darker.

The third ghost left Chen Qiaoyang's side.

The sky was dimly lit, and in the shadows, a blurry human figure swayed.

Like a shadow, it is indistinct and indistinct.

A strong stench of decay wafted from that direction, carrying a chilling aura that only the dead possess.

Jiang Shangbai shuddered and looked around in terror. His back was covered in cold sweat, and he could clearly feel that he was being watched by a terrifying ghost.

Suddenly, Jiang Shangbai felt his left eye's perspective blur, and he actually saw himself!

No! It's half of myself!
Half of it was his own terrified face, while the other half was pieced together from a horrifying mummified corpse. That half of the corpse grinned, its mouth splitting open to reveal a row of gleaming white teeth.

Two terrified gazes collided, each seeing half of themselves and half of the ghost pieced together.

Jiang Shangbai's pupils contracted sharply as he discovered something that sent chills down his spine: the ghost shroud had also been neatly cut in half, just like his own body, which had been forcibly dismembered.

He then realized that it was the ghost shroud that had blocked most of the attacks for him; otherwise, he would have been dead long ago!

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode. Without me even realizing it, a ghost had swapped half my body with mine.

You should know that under the protection of the ghost shroud, very few ghosts can harm him directly, but now even the shroud has been split in two.

The attack was not over yet. If he were completely replaced, he might die. He wanted to call out to Fang Shiming, but with only half a mouth left, he could not make a sound.

Right now.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

A strange voice rang out.

It sounded like an old-fashioned radio being suddenly turned on, emitting intermittent static. Upon closer listening, there seemed to be an eerie sound within the static.

The voice sounded like a scream, or perhaps a constant, desperate cry: "Save me! I am Wen Zhong..."

Then, in the gloomy night sky, a gray hue suddenly appeared. That gray spread rapidly like a haze, pressing down all around.

On the cement floor, large patches of mold grew wildly, instantly spreading the bodily fluids.

Jiang Shangbai saw that half of his body was covered by gray mold, but he was unable to get close to the other half of the corpse.

However, Wen Zhong's target was not the half-corpse, but Jiang Shangbai. He was smart and did not choose to confront it head-on, but instead tried to snatch the person from the ghost.

Jiang Shangbai's vision blurred at this moment, and he could feel himself slowly returning to his original position.

In a daze, Jiang Shangbai seemed to see a figure covered in mold, with a dead white pupil growing across its forehead.

As the gray light shone down, Jiang Shangbai's consciousness jolted, and he became fully awake.

"Jiang Shangbai, are you still able to move?"

Wen Zhong's deep voice reached my ears.

He turned his head, and Wen Zhong looked extremely terrifying at this moment, like an ancient corpse that had been stored for many years and was about to turn into a zombie. His body was covered with fuzzy mold, and he looked like a monster covered with corpse hair.

These mold spots were extremely strange, wriggling like living things, and even moving closer to the gray pupil. However, once the mold got close, it was immediately driven back by the gray light emanating from the pupil.

Through repeated cycles, a balance is formed between the two.

The supernatural is fighting back, and Wen Zhong is maintaining this state through his pupils. Once the mold completely covers his body, a ghost will completely replace his existence.

This is a kind of vengeful ghost resurrection that belongs only to him.

Wen Zhong acted decisively, unleashing his full power from the outset; it could be said that he was at his strongest right now.

Just from Li Jun's description, he knew that what he was about to face was extremely dangerous, and if he held back, he would probably be in grave danger.

"Jiang Shangbai!"

Wen Zhong let out a low growl.

“I’m here!” Jiang Shangbai responded instinctively.

"Stop spacing out!" Wen Zhong glared at him fiercely. "You keep an eye on that corpse covered in wounds in the back, and help me suppress the bodily fluids on the ground. Leave this to me."

"Okay!" Jiang Shangbai nodded repeatedly. He couldn't wait to continue watching over the ghost, since Fang Shiming had told him to do the same thing earlier.

"Another one."

Across from him, Chen Qiaoyang had already accepted reality. Today was the unluckiest day of his life. All the retribution from the past few decades had come true today. He probably wouldn't be surprised if someone else appeared later.

"It seems we can't leave without paying a price today."

He stared intently at Wen Zhong, his expression serious. This man who had suddenly appeared was clearly no pushover.

His condition is strange; he doesn't seem human.

It gave him more of a feeling of facing a real, vengeful ghost.

The surrounding lights flickered incessantly, indicating that too many vengeful ghosts had appeared in this place at the same time, and were beginning to subtly influence reality.

With each time the lights went out, a withered, blurry figure would take a step closer to Wen Zhong.

But it seemed unable to pinpoint Wen Zhong's location. Every time the lights came on, the patch of dead gray mold would immediately cover it, forcing it to retreat.

However, this terrifying figure always advanced a greater distance than it retreated each time.

Wen Zhong frowned, a hint of surprise in his eyes. Even in this state, he couldn't stop this ghost.

In the supernatural confrontation, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

(End of this chapter)