Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 179 Chen Qiaoyang's Second Ghost
“Okay,” Wang Xiaoming agreed immediately.

"You want to ask me about the bus, right?"

Wen Zhong nodded. He had grown accustomed to communicating with Wang Xiaoming. This almost prophetic way of thinking made Wen Zhong feel that there were no secrets between them.

"The file was sent to your satellite phone when you boarded the helicopter."

Wen Zhong immediately took out his satellite phone, and sure enough, it contained the file sent by his operator.

Code name: Paranormal Bus, Level: X.

Wang Xiaoming continued, "It's very dangerous up there. Judging from Yang Jian's report, the danger level is no less than an S-level paranormal event. You can take that leaf now; the ghost candle is already on its way. There's also a colleague on the bus; you can look out for each other."

Looking at the information in the file, Wen Zhong's face showed a hint of joy. If the information was correct, then at least on the bus, he would have a relatively safe period of time to think about how to solve his own problems.

"Did Captain Yang go up there too?"

Wen Zhong couldn't help but ask. He had wanted to ask Yang Jian for confirmation for a long time, but he didn't expect that the other party had also had such an experience.

“That’s right, you can ask him about some details about the car. He has a pretty good relationship with that colleague.”

"Understood!" Wen Zhong nodded immediately.

"Then I'm leaving. You can stay here. Ghost Candle should be arriving soon."

After finishing his sentence, Wang Xiaoming turned and left in a hurry. This has always been his style of doing things: simple, direct, and decisive.

Wen Zhong sat down, staring blankly at the busy scene behind the glass wall.

...

the other side.

"Failed again..."

Ah Hong braced herself on the operating table, half of her makeup ruined, the remaining color seemingly burned away by flames, making her look extremely unsightly.

"It's impossible to draw it on..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu San suddenly burst into flames. A large patch of green flames instantly illuminated the entire laboratory, spreading wildly and completely burning his body in the blink of an eye.

"This fire is really interesting. It's specifically designed for the supernatural and can even create a ghost domain in ghost paintings. It's a pity it encountered a stubborn person."

A voice came from the darkness, and another Liu San emerged from the darkness, his face ashen and his empty eyes devoid of any spirit. This was yet another paper figure.

Ah Hong, whose face was only half-covered with makeup, revealed a cold expression and glared at him fiercely.

"Liu San, watch your mouth. Li Jun is about to die, and you're still making sarcastic remarks."

Liu San shrugged indifferently.

"We're saving them right now, and besides, look at all this."

As he spoke, Liu San pointed around.

"He didn't kill me so many times, so he's not at a loss."

The surrounding area was littered with the remains of burnt paper figures, and the air was filled with a strong, acrid smell of burning.

Judging from the horrific scene, the two must have tried many times, but they were helpless against the will-o'-the-wisp that was about to fully revive.

Ah Hong glared at him again, annoyed. None of these team leaders had normal tempers, and she just couldn't afford to offend them.

She opened the makeup box in her hand and continued to touch up her makeup on her damaged face.

"Let's leave it at that for now. Professor Wang should be here soon. Let's hear his thoughts when he arrives."

Li Jun lay on the operating table, his chest cavity hole stuffed with yellow paper. However, the paper didn't last long before being burned away by the will-o'-the-wisps. Liu San kept tearing skin off his body, replacing the yellow paper as it burned. Li Jun was barely clinging to life thanks to Liu San's yellow paper.

It's like a bucket about to be filled with water, and Liu San keeps filling it with more water. But he will eventually run out of strength, and when the bucket is completely full and overflows, that will be the moment Li Jun dies.

He complained, "Sigh, Gao Ming is right, working for headquarters is the most awesome job in the world."

A moment later, Wang Xiaoming pushed open the door and entered. Ah Hong immediately went to greet him, "Professor Wang!"

"Hmm." Wang Xiaoming got straight to the point.

"Tell me, to what extent can you achieve this?"

Behind him, four staff members pushed a gold body bag in.

"What other extent can it go? The will-o'-the-wisps keep reviving, and my yellow paper can't intervene at all. If we increase the intensity, Li Jun won't be able to withstand it."

It seems Liu San is indeed very resentful. From the start of the plan to raid overseas until now, he hasn't stopped working; he's practically the most hardworking of all.

Ah Hong nodded, "Even ghost makeup can't be applied. Once Liu San's yellow paper is used up, the painted face will be burned immediately."

Wang Xiaoming paused for a moment, then stepped forward: "Try again, let me see the process."

The staff behind him were startled and advised, "Professor Wang! I suggest you go back to the observation room!"

Wang Xiaoming waved his hand, "No need, let's begin."

The four staff members exchanged glances but said nothing more. Having worked together for so long, they understood Wang Xiaoming's temperament.

"Don't blame me if you die."

After Liu San finished speaking, he tore off his own face and roughly stuffed it into Li Jun's chest.

Supernatural confrontations are just that simple and unpretentious.

The yellow paper immediately burst into flames, burning very quickly, as if gasoline had been poured on it.

At the same time, Ah Hong also began to act, steadily drawing on Li Jin's blurry face with her hands. Her movements were swift, and in just a few breaths, she completed a full face.

His eyelids twitched slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

However, after Liu San's yellow paper had completely burned out, a large patch of green ghost fire immediately appeared on Li Jun's face. The face that had already been painted melted rapidly under the scorching of the ghost fire, and finally turned into a pool of bright red fuel.

Liu San pointed at Li Jun's chest and said, "My yellow paper can only intervene to this extent, otherwise he can't withstand it."

Ah Hong, standing to the side with a grim expression, said, "Professor Wang, please, you must save Li Jun. Headquarters cannot do without him."

Wang Xiaoming certainly understood Li Jun's importance. He had considered using other ghosts to balance the evil spirit inside Li Jun, but the supernatural is always full of uncertainty. Therefore, Wang Xiaoming always proceeded cautiously and never took any rash actions when dealing with Li Jun's condition.

But now that Li Jun is dying, Wang Xiaoming has no choice.

He brought up the display screen above his head, which was showing a scene of Li Jun fighting against the corpse water. At this moment, the corpse water on the ground, after being invaded by the ghost fire, actually changed its form, forming a cloud of water vapor composed of corpse water.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at the body bag behind him, which contained Chen Qiaoyang's second ghost, a vengeful spirit whose body was swollen and pale, and which attacked through corpse fluid.

The corpse was merely its outward form; it never actually appeared during the fight against Chen Qiaoyang. Wang Xiaoming deduced that the real ghost was the pool of bodily fluids residing within the corpse.

"We have no choice but to take a gamble..."

Wang Xiaoming has never been a gambler.

But when faced with the supernatural, no one is an exception, including him. He was forced to take the risk only under the pressure of despair time and time again.

(End of this chapter)