Mysterious Resurrection: What If

The Supernatural Clash Begins in Chapter 180
Ah Hong, standing to the side, seemed to have figured out Wang Xiaoming's thoughts. "Professor Wang, do you want Li Jun to control a new vengeful ghost?"

“That’s right.” Wang Xiaoming nodded.

"Ordinary methods are no longer able to bring the will-o'-the-wisp back from this state. We must take a risk and intervene with a second ghost to create a confrontation between the two. Only then can we find a glimmer of hope."

With that, Wang Xiaoming turned and left, saying to the four staff members, "Seal off this area, evacuate people from the vicinity, and don't let anyone approach this place for the time being."

"I understand!"

The group immediately turned and ran away.

Wang Xiaoming stood outside the door, and the thick alloy wall at the entrance immediately closed, isolating the entire laboratory. As the wall rose, golden glass appeared around the perimeter, completely sealing off the interior space. The laboratory became an airtight, sealed room.

"Are you sure you want to stay here? I can use that makeup box, but I just can't do a very good job of applying makeup."

Liu San stared at Ah Hong, a stiff smile tugging at his sallow face. He knew Wang Xiaoming was getting serious; if he failed, Ah Hong might not be able to get out. He himself didn't care; after all, she was just a paper doll.

"Thanks, Captain Liu."

Ah Hong thanked him sincerely, knowing in her heart that Liu San and Li Jun actually had a good relationship.

During the hurricane, Li Jun risked his life to clear a path for him to escape, and afterwards, Liu San continued to protect Li Jun's body. Even on the moon, he was the one who protected Li Jun.

However, Liu San had an eccentric temperament, but he didn't seem to care at all.

Ah Hong continued, "But this makeup box is strange. The more realistic the makeup looks, the higher the chance of success. I don't want anything to go wrong."

"Alright, I'll begin then."

Liu San stopped trying to persuade him, ripped open the body bag, and plunged it into the corpse.

"It completely crashed."

He drew out a clump of eerie, corpse-like fluid. This fluid was strange; it clung to Liu San's hand without dispersing.

The cold, damp touch felt like the viscous vomit of a drowned person—slippery and utterly disgusting.

Instantly, the room became damp, and a layer of water vapor rose from the floor.

A smell of river water, accompanied by a faint stench of corpses, permeated the air, and even my body became damp, as if water might drip out at any moment.

This ghost is affecting reality, and this is even though the ghost is already in a state of malfunction.

It is extremely difficult to completely kill a ghost through external force. Even Yang Jian could only dismember the vengeful ghost with a wood-chopping knife, rather than suppressing the ghost to complete shutdown.

It's hard to imagine how many attacks this ghost endured from the three of them.

Liu San dropped his nonchalant expression. "Are you ready?"

Ah Hong nodded, her hand already on the makeup box.

Without any fancy procedures, just this simple and unadorned, Liu San inserted his entire hand, along with the corpse fluid, into the hole in Li Jun's heart.

Contact has begun.

A vengeful ghost that had completely crashed began to make contact with the will-o'-the-wisp that was about to fully revive, through Liu San's yellow paper as a medium.

The next second, a green light flashed, and the ghost fire suddenly surged, spreading wildly along Liu San's arm.

Liu San was startled, but he did not back down at all. The clash of supernatural forces had already begun. He was now a medium, acting as a bridge connecting the two completely different supernatural forces.

The scene of the will-o'-the-wisp going out of control, as imagined, did not occur. The will-o'-the-wisp on Liu San's arm gradually went out, and wisps of water vapor spread out.

"The form has changed?! That was too fast..."

Liu San was very experienced and could immediately see the changes that occurred when the will-o'-the-wisp and the corpse water clashed. However, this change in form was a bit too rapid. When facing Chen Qiaoyang, the will-o'-the-wisp was able to turn the corpse water into steam only because of the intervention of the yellow paper.

But now Liu San is merely acting as a mediator between the two, buffering their supernatural conflict.

In other words, the will-o'-the-wisp that is about to revive will be no weaker than before, and may even be stronger.

"Ah Hong!"

Liu San let out a muffled groan. His body was dripping water, and half of his arm had melted under the influence of the steam. The feeling was very strange, as if his skin was first charred and then peeled off by the steam.

Ah Hong immediately began to work, her hands steadily drawing the familiar face on Li Jun's face.

She applied a thick layer of paint, but this time she was very slow. She knew she only had one chance, and if she failed, Li Jun would die completely, so she used almost half of the paint.

At this moment, thick fog was continuously billowing from Li Jun's heart; this was steam formed after the corpse fluid evaporated.

It was incredibly cold. The entire sealed space was filled with steam, and visibility was rapidly decreasing. The figures of the two people became increasingly blurry, as if they were about to melt into the steam of the corpses.

...

And on the other side of this moment.

Wen Zhong walked down the corridor. Staff members were evacuating from the front, looking flustered, as if some accident had occurred ahead.

Out of professional habit, Wen Zhong subconsciously moved closer to that direction. If something happened at headquarters, he couldn't just sit idly by.

"Wen Zhong! Go back!"

Tong Qian and several staff members ran towards him, looking nervous.

Wen Zhong asked in confusion, "What happened up ahead?"

Tong Qian blocked his way: "Professor Wang has ordered that this area be completely cleared, and no one is allowed to approach."

Suddenly, it was as if a gentle breeze was blowing. This breeze was strange; it made people feel very slow, as if the movements of the whole body were slowed down.

Then a faint, almost imperceptible stench of decay wafted over, startling Wen Zhong, who thought he had encountered a ghost.

A calm, unhurried voice rang out from the side: "Tong Qian, long time no see."

Wen Zhong turned around abruptly. Before him stood a man in a suit, wearing gold gloves. His eyes were not sharp, but rather calm, giving off a sense of composure that would remain unmoved even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

"Fang...Fang Shiming?!"

Tong Qian looked surprised. She had a brief conversation with Fang Shiming during the out-of-control incident, but she never expected to run into him here.

"What, doesn't headquarters welcome me?"

Fang Shiming looked at Tong Qian with great interest. He noticed her current state from a distance; she was a completely ordinary person. This surprised him greatly, because not long ago, he had been paying close attention to Tong Qian's two funny faces.

"No...no." Tong Qian quickly shook her head. This was a person even more dangerous than the captain, and his appearance at headquarters at this time was hard not to make people speculate.

"I'm here to pick up Jiang Shangbai. It's been a long time since I've been here. I'm just looking around. Where's Wang Xiaoming?"

Fang Shiming spoke slowly and deliberately, glancing at Wen Zhong and nodding slightly at him.

Tong Qian pointed behind her and said, "It's inside, but..."

"Let's go."

Before Tong Qian could finish speaking, Fang Shiming strode forward.

(End of this chapter)