Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 181 The Intervention of the Gale

Wen Zhong and Tong Qian quickly followed. They were both very curious about the appearance of such a person.

In particular, Wen Zhong had a brief conversation with Fang Shiming via satellite phone when he was dealing with Chen Qiaoyang.

A remarkably calm and collected man, Fang Shiming, accurately analyzed Chen Qiaoyang's weaknesses with just a few words and quickly offered a feasible solution. If it weren't for Fang Shiming, their eventual fate might not have been so good.

"Wen Zhong, I've heard of you."

Fang Shiming walked at the front, his tone calm. His pace was unhurried, but as he moved forward, the surrounding environment seemed to be pulled back imperceptibly.

"Thank you for Jiang Shangbai's matter. Feel free to visit my WeChat Moments when you have time; it's just as good as here."

As a gentle breeze swept by, a business card appeared in Wen Zhong's hand. He looked up and saw that the black card had a heavy feel to it, with three small gold characters embossed on it: "Friends Circle".

"Alright." Wen Zhong hadn't fully reacted yet. The big boss in his circle of friends didn't seem to have any airs, but the aura of a superior was naturally revealed.

In the short time it took to exchange a few words, the three of them had already reached the door of a closed room. Wang Xiaoming stood outside the door, his eyes fixed intently on the inside through the glass.

Fang Shiming walked over: "Professor Wang."

Wang Xiaoming merely glanced back at him before continuing to look into the room, showing no surprise whatsoever.

"This is…"

Wen Zhong and Tong Qian stared in shock at the scene behind the glass.

The ground was covered with a gloomy green flame that kept flickering, and turbid corpse water poured down like a torrential rain. Whenever the flames were about to get out of control, they would be extinguished by the corpse water.

However, the corpse water was also affected by the ghost fire. The corpse water that fell down gradually turned into steam under the scorching of the ghost fire, rising to the top of this space.

In the corner, Liu San held Ah Hong tightly behind him, but it seemed he couldn't hold on for much longer. The steam formed from the corpse water was too strange and all-pervasive; at this moment, Liu San's entire front had been completely evaporated.

Wen Zhong glanced at Wang Xiaoming.

"You actually released that ghost."

Wang Xiaoming remained expressionless. "Li Jun is going to die. I have no choice."

He pointed to Li Jun lying on the operating table. At this time, Ah Hong's makeup was already starting to melt, but Li Jun remained motionless.

Flames burned on his body, and whenever the flames were about to burn off his makeup, the corpse fluid that kept gushing out from his body would extinguish it, and the two would cancel each other out in a cycle.

Even though it could barely maintain this balance, the face was still slowly melting, and Ah Hong's ghost makeup was about to give way.

"It's drawn in the wrong place."

Fang Shiming glanced at it and immediately saw the problem.

He understood Wang Xiaoming's intentions; his thinking wasn't entirely unreasonable. However, supernatural events are inherently full of uncontrollable variables, and the outcome often differs greatly from expectations.

Wang Xiaoming nodded. Fang Shiming was right, but there was nothing he could do now. He couldn't predict the future, so he could only let things continue as they unfolded.

Because Li Jun was dying, and the rescue plan was implemented too hastily, he had no other backup plans. Ultimately, Wang Xiaoming was human and couldn't perform miracles like predicting the future.

"Wang Xiaoming, consider this a small gift from your WeChat Moments to headquarters."

After saying that, Fang Shiming gestured for him to open the door.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Xiaoming immediately shouted into the walkie-talkie to Ah Hong inside: "Ah Hong, there's a button behind you, press it."

Wang Xiaoming knew what Fang Shiming wanted to do, but the current situation left him no time to think. This was why he disliked gambling; once it started, the consequences were often unpredictable. Inside, Ah Hong nodded and pressed the red button without hesitation. With a hiss of gas escaping, the heavy alloy door was yanked open by Fang Shiming.

The chilling green flames and corpse fluids instantly rushed towards them.

The next second, a gust of wind rose from behind, carrying a strong stench of decay, as if a corpse was hidden deep within the gust of wind.

Such a dangerous supernatural phenomenon was actually stopped by Fang Shiming.

However, he wasn't feeling too good either, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The previously completely stagnant corpse fluid is slowly reviving under the influence of the will-o'-the-wisps. The two are gradually merging, forming a new kind of supernatural phenomenon.

"Is it because of the corpse water that it crashed...? The ghost fire is invading it... We have to be quick and completely restore Li Jun's consciousness before the puzzle pieces are fully completed."

Wang Xiaoming spoke and took notes outside the door.

Fang Shiming approached Liu San step by step. Each step felt like being enveloped in heavy moisture, making it exceptionally difficult. Even he struggled to cope with the fusion of two completely different supernatural forces.

The fierce wind blowing around me even carried a wisp of misty water vapor.

Will-o'-the-wisps can burn supernatural things, and corpse water, after being invaded by will-o'-the-wisps, also acquires this property.

Strangely, the gale seemed to be melting away, slowly weakening.

Fang Shiming grabbed Liu San's body and said to Ah Hong behind him, "Draw it again, draw it again on this paper figure."

Ah Hong looked at Wang Xiaoming, who silently nodded.

After receiving a positive reply, Ah Hong immediately got to work. The paint she already had was now completely gone.

Soon, Li Jun's vivid face appeared on the already melted paper figure.

Without pausing, Fang Shiming grabbed the paper figure and walked straight towards Li Jun's corpse. At this moment, the ghostly fire beneath his feet had clearly weakened, and the bodily fluids had almost stopped flowing.

But the steam in the air grew increasingly thick, and with each step Fang Shiming took, a cloud of moisture would rise from his body. This cold, damp moisture was immediately dispersed by the strong wind upon contact with his skin.

A look of seriousness appeared on Fang Shiming's face. His own wind had vanished along with the water vapor at that moment.

"Melting? Evaporating? This is really tricky..."

Standing in front of Li Jun's body, Fang Shiming said, "Liu San, you know what to do."

At this moment, Liu San's paper figure was not completely dead, and he was also waiting for this moment.

The yellow paper covering his body peeled off piece by piece, quickly covering Li Jun's corpse and completely enveloping him in the blink of an eye, leaving only a makeup that was about to evaporate completely exposed.

Fang Shiming held a sallow face in his hand, the face that Ah Hong had just repainted, vibrant yet dull.

Without hesitation, Fang Shiming gently pressed himself against it.

The moment they made contact, the yellow paper clung to it, and the makeup that was about to melt solidified, the two faces gradually overlapping through the yellow paper.

The next second, an unknown supernatural clash began.

The surrounding flames and corpse fluids stopped abruptly, falling into complete stillness. Even the corpse fluid vapors in the air became motionless, as if time had stopped.

A strong wind howled past, and taking advantage of this brief opening, Fang Shiming led Ah Hong out.

(End of this chapter)