Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 183 Yang Jian's Phone Call

Fang Shiming chimed in, "In plain terms, the various supernatural entities have reached a near-perfect balance through their interaction. If Li Jun can regain consciousness and actively suppress these out-of-control entities, he can survive. However…"

Fang Shiming paused as he spoke, pondering the matter, unsure of Li Jun's current state.

"His state will no longer be the same as other ghost tamers; he will become something otherworldly. Similar to 'ghost controlling people,' but not entirely the same. If he survives, this will be a completely new path... Several supernatural entities with drastically different properties have actually achieved a balance within one body..."

He looked into the thick steam, and although Li Jun's face had left his body, it was visible in other places.

In the hazy, slightly eerie green steam, a human face appeared and disappeared. Vivid, lifeless, and extremely unsettling.

But the face remained expressionless, blending seamlessly with the steam.

Seemingly out of instinct, Li Jun's face was unconsciously imprinted on the newly generated supernatural image. Because in this conflicting space, this was the only fulcrum he could barely rely on at the moment.

However, he still showed no signs of waking up, and all these subconscious actions were built on a fragile balance. If he made the slightest mistake, Li Jun would surely die, and it might even directly give rise to a completely new vengeful ghost.

Wang Xiaoming was silent for a moment, then turned around and said, "Let's go."

“There’s no point in staying here any longer. This lab was built specifically to deal with this kind of incident. Even if Li Jun dies, things won’t get out of control. Have someone stay here and notify me immediately if there are any new developments.”

Cao Yanhua, with a cold face, immediately gave the order.

"Arrange for a 24-hour guard duty! No one is allowed to approach the glass enclosure!"

Wen Zhong watched as everyone left one after another, and did not follow.

He raised his hand and touched his forehead; the suppression of Liu Sanhuang paper was gradually losing its effectiveness.

He was running out of time and had to find a bus.

He took out his satellite phone, and the screen displayed the plan that Wang Xiaoming had sent earlier, which also included the possible locations where the next bus might appear.

After a moment's thought, he dialed a number.

—Yang Jian.

Yang Jian seemed to have been waiting by the phone the whole time; the call was connected almost immediately without any delay.

But it wasn't Yang Jian's voice that rang out; instead, it was the voice of a strange woman.

"Hello."

Wen Zhong paused for a moment, glanced down at the satellite phone screen to make sure he had dialed the correct number, and then asked, "Is Captain Yang here? I have something urgent I need to ask him."

The woman on the other end of the phone sounded apologetic: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yang is getting ready for bed now. He instructed me to lock all these things up so that no one can disturb his sleep."

Wen Zhong immediately pressed, "Could you please tell Captain Yang that I have something urgent to discuss with him? My name is Wen Zhong, and I just came out of the museum with him."

"A museum?..." The voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, as if hesitating, before continuing, "Okay, I'll go see if Mr. Yang is asleep. If he is, then we'll have to wait until tomorrow morning."

"Thank you very much." Wen Zhong breathed a sigh of relief.

The phone went silent; it seemed the woman had gone to find Yang Jian.

After about several tens of seconds, sound came through the receiver again.

Yang Jian's voice rang out, cold and low, devoid of any extra emotion.

"Wen Zhong, what do you want?"

Wen Zhong immediately said, "Captain Yang! I'd like to ask about the bus."

"the bus?"

"Yes."

Wen Zhong immediately explained, briefly recounting the series of events that had occurred after Yang Jian left, emphasizing the situation regarding Li Jun, the corpse water, and the will-o'-the-wisp. There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, as if Yang Jian was considering something. He then said, "Write a detailed report and send it to my satellite phone. Also, I'll have my secretary send you the information about the bus."

Wen Zhong immediately replied with delight, "Great! Thank you so much, Captain Yang!"

Yang Jian's exclusive intelligence may even be more complete than what headquarters has.

"By the way, Captain Yang, I heard there's another colleague upstairs who's very close to you."

"Lin Bei, a bald man."

"Bald?... "

"That's it, I'm going to sleep now. We can talk about it tomorrow."

After saying that, Yang Jian hung up the phone before Wen Zhong could continue speaking.

Wen Zhong put the phone away and immediately turned to walk towards the elevator.

With Yang Jian's intelligence and the presence of a colleague who had a good relationship with Yang Jian, he felt that his chances of survival would increase significantly.

It seems that his decision to attach himself to Yang Jian was the right one, and it also proved what Yang Jian had said in the museum—that one day when he was about to die, Yang Jian's casual remark might save his life.

...

At this moment, Fang Shiming was observing Tong Qian intentionally or unintentionally all the way.

Tong Qian's condition greatly intrigued him.

A ghost tamer was transformed into an ordinary person in a short period of time.

This situation was utterly unbelievable, unprecedented. He was even more curious now than when he first saw Tong Qian in the ghost painting.

The group continued forward, and Fang Shiming's gaze fell on the shadows not far away.

There was a man following them the whole time, his figure indistinct.

Fang Shiming's gaze met the man's empty eye sockets.

"Brilliant?" Fang Shiming thought to himself.

As one of the leaders in Dajing City, Gao Ming naturally knew Fang Shiming. His presence beside Tong Qian at this moment clearly indicated that he was arranged by Wang Xiaoming to monitor her.

No longer observing, Fang Shiming continued walking forward with the group, not in a hurry to satisfy his curiosity about Tong Qian.

Tong Qian is strange, but since Wang Xiaoming dares to let her continue working here, it means that she is at least under control for now, and Gao Ming is the insurance that prevents Tong Qian from getting out of control.

"Manager Fang!"

Jiang Shangbai spotted Fang Shiming in the group from afar. At that moment, Fang Shiming had an extremely horrifying wound on his face, which ran from his forehead to his chin, splitting his entire face in two.

"Hmm." Fang Shiming walked up and gently patted Jiang Shangbai's shoulder.

"Well done."

Jiang Shangbai was deeply moved. If it weren't for Fang Shiming opening a path to survival for him in his desperate situation, he would probably be dead by now.

A gentleman judges by actions, not intentions. Regardless of whether this is Fang Shiming's method of managing people, his actions alone have made Jiang Shangbai even more determined to work for his circle of friends.

Turning to Wang Xiaoming, he said, "Jiang Shangbai risked his life to stop Chen Qiaoyang, so headquarters shouldn't just stand by and do nothing, right?"

Cao Yanhua spoke up first, saying, "Fang Shiming, don't worry, headquarters has always been fair and just."

Fang Shiming nodded: "That would be best."

(End of this chapter)