Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 175 A tragic victory

Chen Qiaoyang seemed to have been hit where it hurt; his resentful eyes stared intently at Wen Zhong as if he wanted to devour him.

Wen Zhong guessed most of it correctly. This bridal sedan chair was a vicious creature that the Wang family couple had spent a great deal of money to imprison, and its level of terror was ridiculously high.

People in the Republican era called this bridal sedan chair "Wan Gong Sedan Chair". Its specific origin is unknown. It was a dangerous object that Wang Lu encountered while searching for a pendulum clock. It was so dangerous that even Wang Chaling did not know of its existence.

If it weren't for the clock in the Wang family's old house, Chen Qiaoyang would never have been able to use it.

When he left the old house, he set up a large number of mediums around the sedan chair, waiting for the sedan chair to attack him when he was about to die, so that he could save his life.

Even if it meant returning to that state of imprisonment, he would accept it. For Chen Qiaoyang, survival was the only meaning. He was convinced that he could escape from the Wang family mansion a second time, having escaped once himself.

"It should be over."

Li Jun withdrew his gaze and nodded. This bridal sedan chair was extremely strange; his ghost fire couldn't touch it at all. But now that Chen Qiaoyang had lost his ability to move, neither the sedan chair nor the ghost beside it showed any signs of going out of control.

All that's needed is to transport it back to headquarters and hand it over to Wang Xiaoming for disposal.

"And what about this thing?"

Jiang Shangbai pointed to a corpse not far away, which was swollen and pale. The corpse fluid that the three of them had vomited had been suppressed by the three of them. Now the ghost had fallen into a dead state and was not moving at all.

"Take it back to headquarters together."

After saying that, he sat down next to a pillar, took out a cigarette, lit it, and closed his eyes to rest.

He could feel that he was about to die.

He was well aware of his situation; this level of supernatural confrontation was still too much for him to handle.

However, he had already sent a message to headquarters, and support would be arriving soon with the gold container; his mission was complete.

Wen Zhongze fell into deep thought. Chen Qiaoyang had just mentioned something.

bus.

His intuition told him that there was a significant secret hidden here. Unfortunately, his condition was also terrible; the resurgence of the vengeful ghost could kill him at any moment. He needed to see Wang Xiaoming as soon as possible to confirm the truth of this news.

Jiang Shangbai limped over to Li Jun's side and sat down heavily, panting heavily.

"Captain Li, get me one too."

Li Jun glanced at him, said nothing, and tossed him a cigarette.

Although Jiang Shangbai is unreliable, he's willing to risk his life in crucial moments. Fang Shiming's initial choice of him wasn't without reason. This collaboration with the circle of friends has come to a successful conclusion.

For a moment, the surroundings fell into a brief silence. The ground was covered with bodily fluids, and a faint stench of decay hung in the air.

Li Jun and Jiang Shangbai leaned against each other, smoking, while Wen Zhong warily observed the strange bridal sedan chair.

Chen Qiaoyang kept his eyes fixed on the three men, his resentment was intense, and if he were allowed to escape, he would kill them immediately.

"Stop looking, just stay inside."

Chen Qiaoyang's eyes then turned to Li Jun, as if to tell Wen Zhong that they were about to die as well.

Not long after, the sound of approaching vehicles could be heard in the distance.

Footsteps and exclamations followed, rising and falling in waves.

Medical teams, defense teams, and even a dedicated psychological counseling group—a large group of people rushed up quickly.

They were normally well-trained, but when the scene before them unfolded, they all froze in place. Blood flowed freely, and internal organs were scattered everywhere.

"Look! There's someone there!"

A staff member discovered the three people.

"It's Captain Li! Captain Li is still alive!"

"Where's the medical team? They need to be here right away!" "Move the boxes over there! Don't touch the corpses or that bridal sedan chair!"

"Hurry and bring the gold from the vault! We don't have enough!"

These people are very professional and have clearly received rigorous training.

The medical staff immediately split into several groups. One group went straight to Li Jun, while the other group prepared to deal with Jiang Shangbai and Wen Zhong.

Others immediately began to clear the battlefield to prevent any possible accidents.

The defense forces quickly deployed to encircle and seal off the outer perimeter, preventing ordinary people from approaching.

Although the psychological counseling team dared not approach the center, they had already set up a temporary post on the periphery to deal with any mental health issues that might arise among the individuals.

Even though they were professionals, they couldn't help but gasp when they saw this.

The air was filled with a nauseating stench of corpses.

The eerie bridal sedan chair stood there silently, cold and gloomy, its very appearance sending chills down one's spine.

A swollen, pale corpse was even more gruesome, and many people instinctively dared not approach it.

"Bring the stretcher! Quickly!"

"Captain Li is not doing well; his breathing is very weak!"

Several medical staff members carefully approached Li Jun, only to find that he had already stopped moving, leaning against a pillar with a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Wen Zhong silently watched the man, a strange emotion appearing in his eyes; at this moment, he felt only admiration.

If Li Jun hadn't driven Chen Qiaoyang to the brink of despair, the three of them might still be locked in that sedan chair right now.

He forced himself to walk over.

"Call a few people over to carry Captain Li into the golden coffin and seal it up. Professor Wang should have a way to bring him back."

The staff around him were stunned, their eyes filled with shock as they looked at Wen Zhong.

The man before me was covered in grayish-black mold, his condition was extremely poor. An ordinary person would have collapsed long ago, but he could still speak and maintain his composure to give orders.

One of the staff members immediately replied:

"Hey you guys over there! Go and bring a coffin over here!"

Several staff members carefully carried the golden coffin over and then prepared to approach Li Jun.

Throughout the process, they moved extremely slowly, following a strict procedure at every step. It was clear that even when training these ordinary people, headquarters still treated them like ghost tamers.

The pale, swollen corpse not far away was also put into a body bag by several staff members.

Meanwhile, another group of people were setting up various items around the bridal sedan chair, and a large box of gold was being transported over.

They were carrying welding tools, intending to build a golden container on the spot that could completely accommodate the bridal sedan chair.

The entire scene fell silent for a moment. Everyone knew what they were supposed to do, and only the sounds of everyone working remained.

Wen Zhong was carried onto a stretcher, and together with Jiang Shangbai and the golden coffin containing Li Jun, they were put onto a helicopter.

Wang Xiaoming, Ah Hong, and others were already waiting at headquarters, ready to begin the rescue as soon as the three arrived.

The helicopter slowly took off. Wen Zhong looked down through the window. The lockdown of the museum was nearing its end, and the bridal sedan chair at the main entrance was now completely covered by a golden shell.

Slowly closed his eyes.

He was too exhausted. The vengeful spirit within him was completely out of balance. The only reason he was still conscious was because when the third ghost attacked him, he indirectly absorbed half of the supernatural energy from the radio, which kept him hanging on by a thread.

(End of this chapter)