Mysterious Resurrection: What If

The Conflict Triggered by Chapter 195

To unlock a new map, conflict must be sparked within this world. The more intense and extreme the conflict, the more likely it is to alter this enclosed space.

Of course, these were all Yang Jian's guesses. He was always cautious and did not draw any conclusions rashly.

Now that we have a reasonable direction for our speculation, all we need to do is verify our conjecture.

Observe, analyze, and engage.

The three basic techniques for dealing with paranormal events are applicable in most cases.

"The conditions under which this supernatural space operates seem to be triggered by my and Awei's actions."

Yang Jian stood calmly in front of the cold interrogation table.

“Awei and I are like ‘players,’ and everything is done within the framework of the rules. The more extreme my behavior is, the more intense the feedback from the rules becomes.”

"I dismembered those two people in the internet cafe, which attracted the police's attention..."

Yang Jian remained calm, his gaze falling on Zhou Zheng.

"What if I kill him? How will headquarters react...?"

Yang Jian is not a bloodthirsty person, but he never shows mercy when faced with supernatural events, not to mention that this world is fake.

Zhou Zheng seemed to sense the danger and took a step back.

"Yang Jian! Calm down! We're on the same side!"

The crimson ghost eye on his forehead suddenly opened, and an even more intense red light instantly filled the entire interrogation room.

Yang Jian disappeared, his cold voice echoing in the interrogation room.

"It doesn't matter anymore, anyway, the real you is already dead."

"Tick-tock..."

A drop of water fell at Zhou Zheng's feet, and he immediately looked down.

Beneath my feet was a small, cold patch of lake water, with a perfectly symmetrical reflection on it.

The next second, countless pale hands suddenly reached out from there and quickly climbed up Zhou Zheng's legs.

Behind him, a huge headless black shadow suddenly pounced on him.

"this!…"

Faced with Yang Jian, Zhou Zheng didn't even have time to speak, as he was firmly restrained in place.

He looked at Yang Jian in horror, not even knowing what he had done to offend this god of death.

Amidst the red light, the lake water on the ground gradually rose, and Yang Jian walked towards him step by step.

"Relax, it'll be quick."

Then, to Zhou Zheng's horrified gaze, Yang Jian reached out and grabbed his hair.

With a gentle lift, "plop."

A sound like a cork being popped came from his neck, and Yang Jian easily lifted his head up. No blood spurted out, and the cross-section was perfectly smooth.

At the same time, a ghostly hand emerged from his abdomen and yanked hard, pulling out a dead infant with a bluish-black body, its body still wrapped with internal organs and intestines.

Yang Jian carefully observed the ghost infant, which was completely suppressed by the ghost hand.

"The characteristics are the same, but the intensity is not enough. The ghosts in this world are different from those in reality."

The look of astonishment on Zhou Zheng's face hadn't faded yet, but he was already dead beyond dead. In less than a second, Yang Jian casually took his head.

Faced with the ghost infant, Yang Jian was worried that something might go wrong, so he used almost all of his supernatural powers to attack. But now it seems that he was overthinking it. This world is abnormal, and even the vengeful ghosts in it are different from those in reality.

The ghost infant was incomplete; although it possessed the characteristics of a starving ghost, it did not have the same strength. The mere touch of a ghostly hand was enough to completely suppress it.

"Hey, is Zhou Zheng coming back to life?" Zhang Wei asked from the side. He had almost taken off his pants and used his virgin urine to attack Zhou Zheng.

"People can't come back to life after they die, and this should also follow the laws of the real world."

"That's good." Zhang Wei tightened his belt and went up to slap the dead baby.

"Call Dad."

Yang Jian looked at the ghost infant in his hand. The little thing had its eyes tightly closed and its face was ferocious. Ghosts cannot be killed, and neither can this place. Once Yang Jian let go, it will start attacking people. He must find a golden chest to put this ghost infant in.

The ghost infant was growing too fast. Even though the supernatural intensity in this place wasn't particularly high, Yang Jian didn't dare to be careless. If he made the slightest mistake and the ghost infant swallowed a few ghosts, he might not be able to handle it.

A flash of red light appeared before their eyes, and the two found themselves outside a golden safe house. Everyone else in the house had been moved away by Yang Jian.

He casually tossed the ghost infant in his hand into the hole. The moment the ghost infant left his hand, its head snapped to the side and stared intently at Yang Jian.

"boom--"

However, Yang Jian did not give it any chance and directly closed the golden gate.

"Let's go."

Yang Jian led Zhang Wei back to the entrance of the internet cafe.

However, he did not choose to go in, but instead stood outside and waited.

Zhou Zheng is dead, and the headquarters in this area will definitely take action. All we need to do now is wait for headquarters to come knocking on our door.

Yang Jian is now thinking about how to get out of this place. If he rushes in and starts hacking and slashing, he might be trapped here forever.

Look at Awei, the chosen one who managed to escape the internet cafe unscathed.

Theoretically, Zhang Wei should have been drawn into this world the first time he left the internet cafe, but he returned to reality instead.

"The only difference between me and Awei in terms of actions is that I just chatted with people in this world through the computer in the internet cafe."

"Perhaps this action allowed me to connect with the world through the computer, thus creating a medium for me to become trapped in this materialized world."

"But that still doesn't make sense..."

Looking at the internet cafe's sign, the five characters "Blue Moon Internet Cafe" gleamed with a cold light, clean and brand new, standing out starkly against the surrounding dilapidated state. Zhang Wei craned his neck to look inside from the entrance; it was clear he was addicted to the internet.

"It's a supernatural place. Ordinary people who go in will surely die. Even if Awei is incredibly lucky, he won't be able to come out alive. This internet cafe is too balanced. Even if you go in, as long as you don't trigger the medium, you can still come out. It's as if it was programmed by someone."

Yang Jian thought of another possibility.

Perhaps... someone has already been here.

The current state of the internet cafe is the result of that person's intervention. He brought the internet cafe into this stable state; otherwise, it would have been impossible for Zhang Wei to go in and come out alive.

Moreover, the vengeful spirit controlled by this person must be extremely special, capable of restricting internet cafes to a certain extent, and must be at least on par with Yang Jian.

suddenly.

call--

A gust of wind swept up the plastic bags and dust from the street, sending them flying into the air.

Yang Jian's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden gust of air, which was not a natural wind.

He looked up. A black helicopter roared in from the sky, its rotors churning the air and emitting a deep rumble.

The lights were blinding, cutting through the darkness of the night.

Ghost Eyes' gaze pierced through the air currents, allowing him to see the two faces inside the cabin.

Zhao Jianguo, Zhao Kaiming.

(End of this chapter)