Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 170 Cries for Help Amidst the Sound of Electricity

"What is this thing? I can't take it anymore!"

The blurry figure drew ever closer in the darkness.

Wen Zhong glanced back at Jiang Shangbai, who was currently confronting the vengeful ghost covered in wounds. Jiang Shangbai was swaying precariously and looked extremely miserable.

There was a line down the center of his face, the wound left by the attack from that half-corpse. If it weren't for the ghost shroud he was wearing, he would probably be dead by now.

The corpse covered in wounds in front of him was trembling slightly, as if it was about to regain its mobility. A pair of pale, bare feet gently stepped on the corpse. Jiang Shangbai was struggling to hold on, but judging from the situation, he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

Wen Zhong's eyes hardened as he watched this scene. "No, Li Jun needs more time; we need to buy him at least one minute."

No longer hesitate.

His stomach suddenly swelled up, and a grayish-white ghostly hand pushed up his skin, desperately trying to break free. But the mold on his body immediately covered it, blocking it back.

Immediately afterwards, the strange hand suddenly reached inward, and after groping around, it seemed to have grabbed something.

It twisted violently in one direction. This action seemed to trigger some kind of pattern, and the faint electrical sound inside Wen Zhong's body suddenly amplified.

"Zi-"

A piercing electrical hum suddenly amplified, filling the entire space with this noise.

Amidst the crackling of electricity, a hoarse and pained voice cried out, "It's weird...zzzz... I'm Wen Zhong! This ghost wants to kill me! It's weird!zzzzzz..."

Jiang Shangbai was so frightened that he almost ran away. He looked at Wen Zhong, who was covered in fungal hair, and he looked like a ghost no matter how you looked at him.

Wen Zhong glanced at him silently. "Don't get excited. It's just a ghost. He's lying to you."

Looking down at his swollen belly, he said coldly, "If you keep yelling, I'll swallow a few pounds of gold and die with you."

Wen Zhong's threat seemed to have an effect, and the sound did indeed stop. However, the static noise grew louder and louder, gradually becoming ear-piercing, as if he was venting his dissatisfaction.

The mold underfoot had turned almost grayish-black, and you could vaguely see a layer of flesh and blood underneath. It seemed that the mold was growing wildly by feeding on the flesh and blood.

"puff--"

Wen Zhong spat out a mouthful of blood, a condition he called "interrupted flow," which lasted only a short time and was extremely deadly.

However, the effect was very significant.

The mold spread rapidly along the ground like flowing water, covering the darkness in the distance. As the gray-black mold spread, the blurry figure came to a complete stop.

The supernatural collided and clashed at this moment. A brief balance was reached between the two sides.

In this state, Wen Zhong could be said to be very close to the level of a captain, especially after leaving the museum, he gained a deeper understanding of his own supernatural abilities.

"Not enough"

Wen Zhong glanced at Chen Qiaoyang. Since he had decided to do it, he should do it to the best of his ability.

Beneath the fuzzy mold on his face, two grayish-white pupils suddenly emerged; he was trying to recreate the state he had when facing the female corpse in the museum.

Supernatural elements combined.

And this time, he's going to go even further than the previous method of layering; he's going to layer three pupils.

"I thought that the ghost tamers of this era were all half-baked or brainless brutes. I never expected that there would be someone as talented as you."

Chen Qiaoyang was astonished. Wen Zhong's actions from his first appearance to now, seemingly dangerous, were in fact meticulously planned. He not only avoided the attack and saved Jiang Shangbai, but also stopped the third ghost at the same time. He almost thought that in his full form, he could roam freely in this era.

But now it seems that every era has its exceptionally skilled demon tamers, who stand at the forefront of their time, leading the way for others.

"You're stalling for time." Wen Zhong stared coldly at him.
"You can tell I can't stay in this state for long. But at the same time, I'm also waiting for support."

The mold on my body flickered incessantly due to the eerie electrical sound. It looked like a video tape repeatedly stuck in time.

"Also, I'm just a nobody. There are plenty of people more powerful than me. You're just lucky to have met me today. If it were any other captain, you would be dead by now."

"I'm lucky?"

Chen Qiaoyang almost laughed out of anger. If he were lucky, he wouldn't have been so unlucky as to run into him here.

As the two were talking, the three pupils covered by mold had already overlapped.

In an instant, the viscous gray light cascaded down like a waterfall, the surrounding corpse water suddenly dispersed, and even the darkness in the distance was somewhat dispelled.

"As expected, they managed to... they barely managed to stay afloat thanks to that old corpse."

The next second, Wen Zhong's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the mold on the cement floor quickly covered it like a living carpet, pointing directly at Chen Qiaoyang's head.

However, they stopped just as they were about to reach Chen Qiaoyang. Wen Zhong reappeared, standing not far away with a look of surprise on his face. He was surprised that he couldn't even get close in his current state.

"Kid, you think you can kill me? You're still too green."

Chen Qiaoyang's withered skin showed no signs of life; he looked like a dried-up corpse that had been drained of blood.

"Ok?"

Wen Zhong looked at Chen Qiaoyang, and his pupils now saw something different.

They were extremely pale gray threads, like withered, wispy fibers, extending from Chen Qiaoyang's body and connecting to the three ghosts. Unless observed up close, they would be completely undetectable.

"medium?"

Wen Zhong understood that the superposition of the three pupils had caused a qualitative change, allowing him to glimpse some mediums that did not exist in reality.

"He is manipulating these ghosts through these mediums. Could it be that his own supernatural abilities are not that high, which is why he needs four ghosts to protect him? If he could get close... he might be able to kill them with one blow."

"Wait! What is that!"

Wen Zhong looked behind Chen Qiaoyang and saw a phantom figure, lifeless, as if it would disappear at any moment.

At this moment, the terrifying figure was slowly approaching Chen Qiaoyang, almost motionless, yet unstoppable. This gradual approach seemed like an inevitable, deadly attack.

"Is he hiding another ghost?" Wen Zhong's heart sank.

"Something's not right!" He suddenly looked at the fourth ghost beside Chen Qiaoyang. It was a well-preserved male corpse, dressed in the same style of Republican-era clothing as Chen Qiaoyang. If one didn't look closely, one might even mistake it for a living person.

"He never used the last ghost, which means my guess was right. He was indeed afraid that someone would get close and kill him."

My mind was racing; at a time like this, every bit of information was crucial.

"But in this situation, even though he was just one step away from killing me, he still chose to keep the ghost alive. This shows that it wasn't that he didn't want to use it, but that he was afraid to..."

(End of this chapter)