Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 173 Rag Doll

It was a rag doll with crooked stitches, the tattered cloth and black hair roughly sewn together.

Thick, charred blood kept oozing from Li Jun's chest, dripping down and covering his body.

The doll suddenly trembled. Then, strangely, it rolled over on its own and stood up straight. Its crooked head tilted slightly upward, as if curiously looking around, like a child looking left and right.

Upon closer inspection, the doll bore a striking resemblance to Li Jun, bearing about seven or eight points of resemblance.

The rag doll tilted its head back, glanced at the male corpse from the Republican era, then suddenly turned around, took a few quick steps, and ran off into the distance.

This little thing looked small, but it was incredibly fast, disappearing into the darkness in the distance in less than a few seconds.

"Damn it!"

Chen Qiaoyang was shocked, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. He knew all too well the origin of this strange rag doll.

Even if Chen Qiaoyang were to kill the person who created it, he wouldn't dare to provoke him.

As the rag doll moved away, the male corpse from the Republican era miraculously released Li Jun's neck. It mechanically turned around, its stiff legs taking steps in its wake as it chased after the rag doll.

The distance between them was constantly shrinking. The grayish-white, stiff hand of the male corpse from the Republican era almost grabbed the rag doll's head several times. However, each time, just as they were about to make contact, the rag doll's chubby little legs would suddenly kick out, pulling them back away.

This rag doll's survival ability is unusually exaggerated; the male corpse from the Republic of China era was unable to do anything to it in a short period of time.

After repeating this process several times, the crooked rag doll even turned around, put its hands on its hips, and seemed to be mocking the slow-moving male corpse with disdain.

It's clear that the person who made this doll must have a very strange personality.

However, the doll was ultimately made of old, pieced-together fabric. During its escape, the fabric was constantly rubbed against the ground, gradually wearing down and tearing. With a "rip," several pieces of paper-like material fell out.

Stumbling, the rag doll fell to the ground. The Republican-era male corpse immediately bent down and grabbed it. The rag doll struggled violently in his hands, its limbs flailing wildly, and it actually tore off one of its own left legs, using the opportunity to break free and fall smoothly to the ground.

A piece of the rag covering its face was missing, but the rag doll still stubbornly limped forward with all its might.

The two strange creatures chased each other, and Wen Zhong and Jiang Shangbai felt the space return to normal at this moment. The two quickly moved towards Chen Qiaoyang.

At the same time, Li Jun had already approached Chen Qiaoyang.

The situation had reached its final stage. He understood that the rag doll wouldn't last much longer; it was ultimately a consumable item.

However, the evaporated corpse fluid in the air did not dissipate; the ghost could not be killed, the corpse fluid was merely altered by Li Jun's ghost fire. Its attack remained effective.

Li Jun and Chen Qiaoyang were only one step apart. But that one step was blocked by the rising steam of the corpse water, becoming an insurmountable chasm.

"You're going to die," Chen Qiaoyang said coldly, staring at Li Jun's unfocused eyes.

Li Jun showed no fear, his voice hoarse: "I'll take you down with me before I die."

The green flames on his body flickered and swayed precariously, ignoring the steam from the corpse water.

At this moment, only a pair of eyes and a mouth could be barely seen on Li Jun's face; the rest of his features had completely disappeared.

Although he had only been attacked once by that old corpse from the Republican era, it was still more than Li Jun could withstand. The surrounding fluids began to surge again, and he could no longer suppress them.

Suddenly, rain began to fall from the sky.

Chen Qiaoyang raised his head. "Heaven is helping me."

The long-awaited rain finally fell.

Large raindrops pelted down, mixing with the corpse's fluids, pouring down on Li Jun.

His entire body was riddled with small holes, and the will-o'-the-wisp flickered erratically at his heart. Li Jun's body was being dissolved bit by bit.

Li Jun had nothing left to offer in his resistance.

Wang Xiaoming had considered that Li Jun might encounter danger, but he was only human and couldn't predict the future. He hadn't expected Li Jun to meet a ghost tamer of Chen Qiaoyang's caliber.

Two ghost candles and a rag doll—these are extremely important strategic materials. They are things that will be lost as soon as they are used.

The three of them took turns battling it out until this point, even when Chen Qiaoyang was in extremely poor condition, but they had used up all their trump cards.

But there are no miracles in the supernatural. Li Jun lost. Although reaching this point was already beyond Chen Qiaoyang's expectations, Li Jun is now dying.

"Zi——!"

Suddenly, a piercing crackling sound of electricity exploded through the rain.

A gray-white afterimage flashed by and rushed straight at you.

That was Wen Zhong! He had returned to normal, but now he was wearing an old burial shroud that exuded a chilling aura of death.

Chen Qiaoyang was startled and looked not far away. Jiang Shangbai was lying on the ground, his stiff body covered with a thick layer of mold. His life or death was unknown. He took off the ghost shroud and gave it to Wen Zhong.

Fang Shiming's voice came through the satellite phone on his chest: "You need to be quick, or Jiang Shangbai will die immediately. The fourth ghost is currently being held back by that rag doll. Don't attack him. Ignore the third ghost and focus all your efforts on suppressing the corpse fluid so that the phantom behind him can kill him."

Wen Zhong did not respond, but reached out and grabbed at the void. With the existence of the Ghost Shroud, the time of his interrupted flow state was extended and gradually became more controllable. For a Ghost Tamer, "controllable" means stronger.

The raindrops in mid-air were instantly covered with a thin layer of fungal hyphae. Then, Wen Zhong pulled hard, and the entire raindrop was suddenly deformed by his pull, and the torrential rain stopped at that moment.

The corpse fluid that had originally condensed into droplets was torn apart by him at this moment and turned back into water vapor.

But the supernatural comes at a price.

The next second, half of his head suddenly bulged up, and a terrifying ghost face suddenly appeared.

The attack of the third vengeful ghost has begun.

This was a emaciated, mummified corpse, with grayish-black mold rapidly spreading up and halting the body that was about to be completely replaced.

However, the mold is rapidly decaying, and Wen Zhong won't be able to hold on for much longer.

"You are the second such a perverted ghost tamer I have ever encountered."

Wen Zhong had to admit that facing Chen Qiaoyang gave him the feeling of confronting that tall man in the museum.

Chen Qiaoyang is far beyond their capabilities. Even in this state, they are still unable to launch an effective attack against him. So far, all their actions have relied on the phantom behind Chen Qiaoyang.

(End of this chapter)