Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 174 The Thousand-Worker Sedan Chair

Otherwise, the three of them would probably have been killed by him in an instant.

Time seemed to slow down under such intense competition; twenty seconds was still too long for the three of them.

"Li Jun!" Wen Zhong roared.

His previously unfocused eyes suddenly regained their clarity, as if in a final burst of energy before death, as Li Jun was about to burn out his last shred of willpower.

At this moment, even Li Jun could see the illusory figure behind Chen Qiaoyang.

The time was less than five seconds.

Will-o'-the-wisps burned in the air, sending a chilling, scorching sensation through him. Beneath his feet, a patch of dead black mold spread towards Chen Qiaoyang.

Above his head, a pair of pale, bare feet gently stepped on him. Jiang Shangbai was still alive, and even in this state, he still launched one last attack.

"Die!"

Li Jun suddenly pulled the ghost fire from his heart, swung his fist, and, carrying the ghost fire, slammed it down on Chen Qiaoyang.

At the same time, the second generation of the Wang family had already raised his arm, lifeless and on the verge of death. That illusory arm seemed unstoppable, reaching towards Chen Qiaoyang's back.

will die!

At this moment, Chen Qiaoyang had only one thought in his mind.

Without a moment's hesitation, he crushed a piece of wood in his hand.

"Click——"

The next second, a terrifying and supernatural phenomenon descended upon this space.

The entire space seemed to fall silent, and everything seemed to come to a standstill. Unlike the phenomenon of time stopping in Yangjian Ghost Domain, it was more as if this space had been tightly sealed off by something.

Immediately afterwards, the arm of the second-generation Wang family member, which was about to touch Chen Qiaoyang, froze in mid-air and came to a complete stop.

Everything, including the vengeful spirits present, was frozen in place at that moment.

Suddenly, there was an extremely faint sound of metal clashing, very far away, as if it were on the distant horizon.

Immediately afterward, a creaking sound of wood rubbing against wood came from afar, slow and heavy, as if someone was carrying something heavy, slowly making their way along the cement road.

The sound is getting closer.

Four heavy footsteps followed.

Soon, a blood-red shadow appeared in the steam of the corpse water, blurry and indistinct.

"Tap tap tap tap!"

The four footsteps grew increasingly rapid, and the group finally saw what was in front of them.

It was an elaborately crafted sedan chair, its gold paint peeling off and looking extremely old, and it was also covered with mottled bloodstains.

The entire sedan chair was assembled using mortise and tenon joints made of mahogany.

Countless tiny, densely packed gold ornaments, carved into exquisite patterns, are inlaid on it, making it look quite substantial.

Rusty ironware hung from the four corners, swaying in the wind and making clanging sounds.

Looking through the half-lifted curtain of the sedan chair, the cramped space could barely fit one adult woman. It was like an open coffin, completely empty at the moment.

The entire bridal sedan chair was intricate and exquisite, as if it embodied the hard work of countless craftsmen.

The bridal sedan chair moved steadily through the dark open space, accompanied by footsteps, as if four unseen "people" were carrying it together.

"The Wan Gong Sedan Chair... There aren't many things in the Wang Family Mansion, but this thing is the most dangerous. It seems that bringing it out was a wise choice."

This is Chen Qiaoyang's backup plan, a tactic he would never use unless absolutely necessary.

He originally intended to take another paper sedan chair, but since the Wang family mansion was already out of control, he decided to go all the way and left many mediums next to the Thousand-Crafts Sedan Chair. Once the Thousand-Crafts Sedan Chair was activated, although he could protect himself, he would be trapped in a permanent lockdown, just like he was locked inside the Wang family mansion.

But now, he has to do it; he's about to die.

Suddenly, their positions changed, and they found themselves inside the bridal sedan chair. The already cramped interior now comfortably accommodated four adult men.

Face to face, bone to bone, intestines and internal organs squeezed together. The group was crammed into a ball.

The curtain of the bridal sedan chair was slowly falling, and the light inside was getting dimmer.

Li Jun suddenly felt that he could move again. He immediately prepared to pull out his already crushed and deformed arm and was about to use his last bit of strength to smash it at Chen Qiaoyang.

At the same time, Wen Zhong also began his operation.

In such a confined space, Chen Qiaoyang had nowhere to hide.

He looked at the two of them in horror.

He screamed inwardly, "Madmen! Two madmen!"

Then, another male corpse was forcibly shoved in.

"puff"

Wen Zhong's throat tightened, and he spat out a fragment of internal organs, nearly crushing several people.

The next second, the male corpse suddenly turned its head, its lifeless eyes sweeping over the three of them. They then felt their positions shift, being transported outside the bridal sedan chair and falling to the ground.

The body of the man from the Republican era was used to move the group out.

Chen Qiaoyang had originally intended to take the three of them down with him, but he hadn't expected that Li Jun and Wen Zhong would still want him dead under these circumstances. Not daring to stay with them any longer, he had no choice but to move them before the bridal sedan chair curtains had completely fallen.

The three of them collapsed to the ground, staring at the strange bridal sedan chair in front of them.

Through the small window of the sedan chair, one could vaguely see Chen Qiaoyang huddled inside, his body shapeless, like a lump of mud forcibly stuffed inside.

However, he seemed to remain conscious, his venomous eyes fixed on the three of them.

"Is it over...?"

Jiang Shangbai's head had been squeezed in two, but he was still alive. Wen Zhong immediately put a shroud on him. Although the shroud was full of holes, it still saved his life.

"It seems so at the moment..."

Wen Zhong was breathing heavily, his body covered in mold, and the electric shock in his stomach was getting weaker and weaker. He dared not continue to maintain the state of no current.

"Try it."

Li Jun, his face completely obscured, walked up and touched the bridal sedan chair. A chilling aura emanated from it, but the sedan chair did not react at all.

"A balance has been formed among the supernatural."

Wen Zhong struggled to his feet and pointed to a shadowy figure not far away, which was the second generation of the Wang family.

At this moment, the lifeless figure stood still, motionless, with only a pair of empty eyes staring straight at the bridal sedan chair.

"Wen Zhong, what do you mean? How did a balance come about?" Jiang Shangbai asked, puzzled.

"This ghost must be the one that has been attacking him all along. If it weren't for it, we would have been dead long ago."

Wen Zhong cautiously approached the bridal sedan chair and looked at Chen Qiaoyang inside.

"This bridal sedan chair must be his trump card. Once he can't stop that ghost, he will activate this sedan chair and get in."

"but.."

"Judging from his condition, he wouldn't have chosen to use this unless absolutely necessary. He's trapped. The ghost wants to kill him, but it can't break through the bridal sedan chair. At the same time, the sedan chair is also attacking him, but it's being stopped by the ghost. He probably planned this a long time ago. If no supernatural entity of the same level intervenes, he'll probably stay here for the rest of his life, unable to live or die."

(End of this chapter)