Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 172 Twenty Seconds of Life and Death

A blinding green flame hurtled from afar, like a straight green line, and crashed into the center of the arena in the blink of an eye.

Li Jun's figure appeared. Without pausing, the will-o'-the-wisp suddenly expanded, causing the corpse water beneath his feet to crackle and pop. The firelight and stench intertwined, and a thick plume of smoke rose from the surroundings.

Will-o'-the-wisps can ignite supernatural phenomena, and the intervention of yellow paper amplifies this effect to the extreme.

Wen Zhong suddenly felt a sense of lightness throughout his body. His body, which had been almost completely soaked by the corpse fluid, was now dry again.

"Captain Li!" Wen Zhong was invigorated upon seeing Li Jun; they still had a chance!

He quickly pulled the fungus from his throat and roared, "This man is in terrible condition! He's being chased by a ghost! The ghost is right behind him! Less than two steps away! Find a way to make that ghost attack him!"

"You little brat..." Chen Qiaoyang's face turned ashen, and he almost ground his teeth to powder.

At this moment, he wished he could tear Wen Zhong to pieces. This man possessed an observational ability that ordinary people did not have. Without him here, he would be much more relaxed, and the situation would not have become so tense.

Li Jun didn't speak, but simply nodded to Wen Zhong. The green flames on his body grew even stronger. He was almost completely engulfed in flames.

The corpse fluid and the will-o'-the-wisp were locked in a fierce battle.

Gradually, the surroundings filled with moisture, severely obstructing visibility. The corpse fluid, after being evaporated by the will-o'-the-wisps, actually formed a large patch of cold, eerie steam.

The stench grew even stronger; under the combined impact of these two supernatural forces, the corpse fluid was at a disadvantage.

However, ghosts cannot be killed; the corpse water was merely altered by Li Jun.

The entire space was gradually enveloped by the chilling vapor of the corpse water. Visibility decreased, as if the entire museum was isolated by a hazy fog.

In this blurry vision, a glimmer of green light appeared and disappeared, flickering incessantly.

Li Jun walked slowly through the steam, his figure twisted and terrifying, with lingering green flames on his body, making him look like a demon in the smoke. He was approaching Chen Qiaoyang step by step.

"Li Jun! Why are you so determined to keep attacking me! If this continues, we'll all die here!"

Chen Qiaoyang panicked a little. In his mind, this was a conflict that could have been completely avoided, so he never thought of fighting to the death.

If Li Jun hadn't been here today, he was even confident he could have persuaded the other two. But he was unlucky enough to run into Li Jun. Despite his best efforts to reason with Li Jun, who was so stubborn and inflexible, Li Jun remained unmoved.

He was cornered by the three men, perfectly illustrating Fang Shiming's words: like a frog being slowly boiled in water, he was gradually worn down and killed by them.

At first, he thought it was just a minor skirmish, since he considered these three people to be of very low threat.

But to his surprise, it happened again and again. The three of them managed to force him into this predicament through a relentless barrage of attacks.

Chen Qiaoyang is going to fight this hard.

"Want to kill me? You'll pay with your life!"

Beside him, the male corpse that had remained motionless suddenly moved.

This was a corpse dressed in a Republic-era long gown, its skin covered in mottled bloodstains. Its cloudy eyes suddenly shifted, their gaze falling on Li Jun.

Strangely, this male corpse gives the illusion that it still retains its self-awareness.

The moment those eyes locked onto Li Jun, Li Jun froze. The step he was about to take was abruptly forced back.

Li Jun felt as if he and the surrounding space were locked in place. He dared not move at all. This feeling of death enveloping him was very strange, as if he had unintentionally triggered a certain rule that would lead to certain death, and he would be killed by a vengeful ghost in the next second.

At the same time, the second generation of the Wang family, which was less than two steps behind Chen Qiaoyang, also took action, and it once again started to move its stiff legs.

The countdown to death had begun. At the pace of the second generation of the Wang family, they only had twenty seconds.

Chen Qiaoyang must kill Li Jun within these twenty seconds.

Li Jun and the others, on the other hand, need to withstand Chen Qiaoyang's attack within those twenty seconds.

This is a battle of time.

In the three people's view, the male corpse from the Republic of China era stiffly raised his arm, and with this movement, the space seemed to change at that moment.

The next second, the male corpse instantly crossed the distance between itself and Li Jun, its hand suddenly reaching out and gripping Li Jun's neck tightly. It was too fast; it didn't seem like something from the Ghost Realm.

The supernatural entity momentarily lost its balance, but was quickly suppressed.

The yellow paper on Li Jun's face was peeling off frantically, and his originally dull skin became increasingly transparent, as if it would disappear completely at any moment.

The attack came so fast that no one had time to react.

By the time Wen Zhong realized that Li Jun was about to die, it was too late.

He roared, "Jiang Shangbai! Forget about that ghost! Come and help!"

With a swift movement, Wen Zhong abandoned his attempt to suppress the third ghost. The mold on half of his body vanished rapidly, and the attack on him began; the ghost was about to replace the other half of his body.

Jiang Shangbai understood that this was a life-or-death situation, and his face contorted with rage. Then, a pair of pale, bare feet gently stepped onto the shoulders of the male corpse from the Republican era.

However, a strange thing happened: both of their attacks missed completely.

Logically speaking, once a supernatural attack is launched, it is almost certain to hit unless there is a supernatural force capable of countering it.

But at this moment, the entire space underwent a strange change under the influence of the male corpse from the Republican era.

Those pale, bare feet actually missed a step.

At the same time, the distance between Wen Zhong and Li Jun seemed to lengthen. The darkness before them receded, and Wen Zhong found himself in a narrow path that seemed endless. It appeared as if he would never reach the end of what seemed like only a few steps.

The two men's attack was nullified. Wen Zhong shouted loudly, but even his voice seemed to be affected, and Li Jun could not hear Wen Zhong's voice at all.

However, Li Jun still retains some consciousness and is still struggling to hold on.

With difficulty, he raised his arm and aimed it at his chest, then with all his might, he dug it out.

With a muffled "thud," intense pain shot through his body. He had painstakingly torn off a large chunk of charred flesh.

As flesh and blood were torn away, the chest cavity was ripped open. Inside the dark, gaping hole, instead of a heart beating, a cold, burning green flame pulsed within.

The will-o'-the-wisp seemed to have taken over the function of Li Jun's heart, sustaining his life.

The real Li Jun may have died long ago. What remains here now is perhaps merely a vengeful ghost carrying Li Jun's will.

"Crack..."

The charred chunks of meat fell to the ground, seemingly containing something inside.

Chen Qiaoyang stared intently, and when he saw what it was, his expression changed drastically, revealing a look of extreme terror.

He shouted, "How did you get this thing?!"

(End of this chapter)