Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 184 Line

Wang Xiaoming raised his hand, and the staff behind him immediately understood what he meant. They quickly stepped forward, holding a bundle of fine thread wrapped in gold foil.

The surface of the gold leaf is already somewhat wrinkled, as if it has been kneaded countless times, and the dark texture inside is faintly visible under the golden light.

“Sew it up for him with thread, or sew up the clothes he’s wearing. Li Jun has already tried it once. It’s not very dangerous and it’s very effective.”

After giving his instructions, Wang Xiaoming didn't linger and turned to leave with the others. He was very busy; he hadn't rested for a single minute since the day before yesterday.

He paused for a moment as he reached the door, then turned back to Fang Shiming inside and said, "You can begin now. This place will be completely sealed off for the time being. Press that button to leave."

The door slammed shut, and silence fell outside.

Only Fang Shiming and Jiang Shangbai remained in the room.

Jiang Shangbai leaned back in his chair, his face pale. The wound on his face looked even larger, and blood was still seeping out.

The ghost shroud he wore was riddled with holes, making it difficult for Jiang Shangbai to even stop one of Chen Qiaoyang's ghosts in his current state.

Fang Shiming didn't speak, but took out a pair of scissors from his pocket. The blade was covered with bits of meat and a few strands of black hair.

He wanted to personally sew up Jiang Shangbai's wounds.

Fang Shiming has always valued talent. Although Jiang Shangbai is sometimes too impatient, he is always loyal to his circle of friends, and the three ghosts he controls are not bad either. He is worth Fang Shiming's special training.

He extended his gloved fingers and gently peeled away the gold leaf, his movements remarkably calm.

The gold leaf fell to the ground, revealing the fine threads inside, and a foul stench immediately filled the air.

The contents inside resembled human intestines that had been pulled out and stretched into thin strands; they were grayish-white in color and oozing an oily sheen. The surroundings immediately became viscous, and the body felt as if it were being pulled by invisible, eerie threads.

Fang Shiming frowned slightly, looked at a certain spot in the void, and gently made a cut at that spot, as if severing some medium that could not exist in reality. The surroundings gradually returned to normal.

Fang Shiming spoke calmly, "Are you ready?"

Jiang Shangbai was so moved he was almost crying, nodding his head repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice.

...

Meanwhile, Wang Xiaoming led his men out of the room.

The lights on both sides of the corridor were cold and white, and the air was stuffy.

Tong Qian walked in the group, but she felt uneasy and couldn't help but ask, "Professor Wang, is it really okay to leave Fang Shiming there alone? He's even more dangerous than the team leader."

Tong Qian was very worried. She had personally witnessed Fang Shiming's abilities, and they were definitely no less than those of Ye Zhen, Yang Jian, and others.

"We can't stop him from doing whatever he wants."

Wang Xiaoming walked in front without stopping.

“As long as it’s not too outrageous, I can tolerate his actions. But if he really tries to cause trouble, I guarantee he’ll never leave here for the rest of his life.”

Tong Qian was startled. She looked up at Wang Xiaoming's back. His tone didn't sound like a threat, but rather like a statement of fact.

Wang Xiaoming never makes empty promises. Since he dares to say this, he must have some means to restrict Fang Shiming.

Cao Yanhua walked to the side, his expression grave, but he didn't interrupt. The original headquarters had been completely destroyed after the incident, and Wang Xiaoming had personally participated in the design of this newly established headquarters. He had planted some very secret mediums to prevent similar incidents from happening again.

He was confident he could trap a captain-level figure inside.

The passageway stretched straight ahead, its walls thick and coated with a special alloy. On either side were rows of steel doors, each one intimidatingly heavy, at least half a meter tall.

Tong Qian stayed with the group, and Cao Yanhua didn't dare to tell her to leave, as he was one of the few people who knew Tong Qian's true identity.

At first, he strongly opposed this dangerous approach of leaving a ghost at headquarters, but he compromised at Wang Xiaoming's request, since no one was more professional than Wang Xiaoming in researching vengeful ghosts.

Soon, they arrived at the end of the passage.

This is an observation room. The walls are thick and heavy, with metal frames embedded around them. In the very center is a single piece of glass made of gold, through which one can clearly see what is happening inside.

Behind the glass, a sedan chair sat quietly.

Wan Gong Sedan Chair

Wang Xiaoming stepped forward and pushed the camera closer. As the lens gradually focused, Chen Qiaoyang's resentful eyeball appeared on the screen.

At this moment, Chen Qiaoyang was caught between attacks from two ghosts. This stable balance was something he had designed long ago. If no one intervened, he would maintain this state until his lifespan was completely exhausted.

Wang Xiaoming stopped and began calmly, "Chen Qiaoyang, born in the late Republican era, is from Xianshui County. He is the third child in his family. His parents participated in the War of Resistance against Japan in their early years and died on the front lines..."

Ignoring the murderous glare, Wang Xiaoming continued reading the document in his hand, word by word.

"When you participated in a hunt for Wang Lu and his wife, you were trapped in the Wang family mansion. Not long ago, you escaped because of that pendulum clock and gathered a large number of ghost riders who were about to be revived, preparing to create an organization to take revenge on the Wang family. The operation caused a lot of casualties. If it weren't for Wang Chaling guarding there, the entire Da Dong City would probably be under your control by now."

Tong Qian stood to one side, but her gaze was drawn to something else.

Beside the sedan chair, she saw a lifeless figure.

The figure in sight was extremely blurry, like a corpse frozen in the shadows, standing stiffly and motionless, its turbid eyes fixed on Chen Qiaoyang in the sedan chair.

Wang Xiaoming continued, "I'll ask you some questions. If you're willing to cooperate, I can try to get you out."

Chen Qiaoyang's eyes remained unmoved. His venomous expression showed no sign of fading. He now harbored absolutely no goodwill towards the ghost tamers of this era; he only wanted to kill everyone once he got out.

“I understand what you’re thinking right now, but personal grudges are meaningless in the face of the bigger picture. I think you should understand that without solving the problem of the existence of vengeful ghosts, everything is just empty talk. I’ll give you time to think it over.”

After listening, Chen Qiaoyang gave Wang Xiaoming a deep look, a strange glint in his eyes.

Wang Xiaoming ignored him and turned around to press the button on the observation platform.

With a loud boom, accompanied by the roar of machinery, the ground began to slowly sink.

Tong Qian looked around and immediately realized that there was actually another building hidden three underground.

"Cough cough...cough cough cough!!!"

Just then, Wang Xiaoming suddenly coughed violently, and his whole body swayed as if he was about to fall to the ground.

(End of this chapter)