Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 208 Credit
Inside an internet cafe, the environment was just like when internet cafes first became popular. Twenty or thirty computers were lined up in rows, and people sat in rows in the cramped space, crowded and stuffy.

Smoke swirled around the screen, the clatter of keyboards filled the air, and the games on the screen were mostly old-fashioned 2D online games, with occasional shouts and curses escaping the ear.

Strangely, everyone here was deathly pale and stiff. If you looked closely, you would find that they were repeating the same actions over and over again.

A cigarette is lit again, instant noodles are repeatedly torn open with plastic wrap, and people are getting up to pay for internet access.

Each time the screen reaches a certain point in time, the entire internet cafe environment will suddenly change and be reset to the beginning.

But these people seemed completely unaware, constantly staring at their computers, immersed in the world of the internet.

Behind these rows of people using the internet is the VIP area of ​​the internet cafe, its main attraction. The seats are clean, and the screens are bright and reflective. However, due to the high prices, very few people actually sit here.

At this moment, on one of the computers, the one that Zhang Wei had been keeping running all along.

The game on the screen was no longer the one Zhang Wei had opened before; instead, it was a 2D pixel game with a top-down perspective.

In the scene, a small figure resembling Yang Jian is standing in a luxuriously decorated room. Beside him is a man holding scissors, with his hand on Yang Jian's shoulder and his other hand holding the scissors seemingly cutting something in the air.

In the scene, Zhang Wei stands trembling in a corner. Not far away, there is an officer whose body is emitting green flames, and a professor wearing glasses and a white coat.

The environment around the two was very dark, which was out of place with the overall game screen. Occasionally, one or two red lines would flash by, as if some bug had been triggered.

The man slowly put down the scissors, nodded to Yang Jian, and then walked to Zhang Wei's side, repeating the same action.

Time passed slowly, and the man seemed to have fulfilled a certain condition. Then he put the scissors back into a golden box.

A dialog box popped up above his head: "Yang Jian, the matter is settled. I hope you will keep your promise."

A window also popped up above Yang Jian's head: "I always keep my word, and I have never broken my promise."

After saying that, Yang Jian and Zhang Wei's figures began to become blurry and eventually disappeared from the screen.

at this time.

A window suddenly popped up in the lower right corner of the screen, and a stiff, mechanical female voice came through the headphones.

"Your balance is insufficient. Please top up your account promptly."

The sound was very loud; it could be heard even several seats away.

Immediately afterwards, a crimson light flashed, and Yang Jian and Zhang Wei suddenly appeared in the internet cafe.

"Holy crap, Leg Bro, how come we're back again?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, but he quickly recovered and observed his surroundings. The blond-haired man who had been cut in half by him had recovered and there were no wounds on his face. The people around him who were surfing the internet did not notice the two of them and continued to surf the internet in a rigid manner.

Finally, his gaze fell on the game screen on the computer.

"This is... a view of Fang Shiming's office?"

The low balance warning sounded in my headphones again.

"Your balance is insufficient. Please top up your account promptly."

Yang Jian immediately realized something and said to Zhang Wei, "Wei, go top up your account."

"Hey bro, you're really addicted to the internet. But I'm broke. My dad's been keeping a close eye on me lately. Maybe we should just stop playing and go home."

Zhang Wei emptied both of his pockets, and they were empty.

After the "starving ghost" incident, his father was afraid that Zhang Wei would run around, so he stopped giving him pocket money. The 100 yuan for internet access was saved up by him through frugality.

Yang Jian patted his body. Since becoming the person in charge, he has been eating for free wherever he goes, and he has no habit of carrying money.

But he still yelled at the blond guy at the bar, "Manager! Top up your account! I want a monthly subscription!" "Okay!"

The blond guy at the bar sounded excited, but his face remained expressionless, still as pale as a corpse.

He skillfully operated the computer at the bar, then said to the two men, "Brother! Could you please settle the bill?"

Yang Jian stood up and pulled Zhang Wei over.

A machete slammed onto the bar counter with a clang, and Yang Jian stared coldly at the blond-haired man.

"Credit."

Huang Mao paused for a moment before stiffly saying, "Brother, I'm really sorry, we don't offer credit here. We're all small businesses."

"Damn it!" Zhang Wei was immediately displeased upon hearing this. He pointed at the blond-haired man menacingly and shouted loudly:
"Don't you know who Brother Leg is?! He's the number one ghost catcher in Dachang City, known as the 'Big Boss of Dachang,' and he specializes in taking in wandering ghosts like you from the lowest ranks!"

Judging from his appearance, he has clearly adopted the persona of a thug who collects protection money.

The blond-haired man remained expressionless. "Brother, a monthly subscription isn't cheap; it costs seven yuan in total. I can't make that decision myself."

Zhang Wei got even angrier when he heard that, "Are you a complete idiot? Is seven yuan expensive?! Do you believe I can bury you in money later?"

The two continued arguing, but Yang Jian frowned as he stood to the side.

"Seven pieces..."

Awei previously recharged 100 yuan here to access the internet and received an additional 100 yuan as a bonus, but now a monthly subscription only costs 7 yuan, which is clearly illogical.

Could it be that as Li Leping completes his self-forgetting, the medium he left here also disappears, and this place is returning to its original state?

The payment methods for internet access here now are perhaps what they should have been.

These seven dollars clearly don't refer to real money, but Yang Jian didn't know what to use to pay for them.

"Do we need seven ghosts?"

However, Yang Jian doesn't have that many ghosts available yet; most of the vengeful ghosts he currently possesses are actually useful.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes. If all else fails, then he'll just steal it. After all, Fang Shiming has already cut off the connection between him and Awei. What difference would it make if he stole it?

Besides, how can stealing ghosts' belongings be called stealing when it comes to ghost hunters?

Just then, the two seemed to have finished arguing, and the blond-haired man let out a sigh.

"Sigh... Alright, bro, since you've said that, how can I refuse? Just sign here, that way it'll be a record, and I'll be able to explain myself."

Yang Jian was stunned and looked at Zhang Wei with surprise. He was about to use force, but he didn't expect Zhang Wei to manage to get internet access on credit with his silver tongue.

However, Yang Jian was deep in thought and didn't hear what the two were saying.

Zhang Wei patted Yang Jian on the shoulder with a serious expression, "Brother Leg, don't let my wealth fool you, when it comes to bargaining, I'm unbeatable."

Yang Jian nodded noncommittally. Daring to buy on credit from a ghost, and actually succeeding in doing so, was something even Yang Jian had never seen before.

"Give me a pen!" Zhang Wei shouted, making a move to write his name.

Just then, Yang Jian stopped him and said, "Wait, Wei, let me do it."

He couldn't let Zhang Wei be in a dangerous situation, like having to pay off a debt to a ghost. If he couldn't pay it back, nobody knew what the consequences would be.

Moreover, the number seven yuan is too strange; it doesn't sound like a good amount of money.

(End of this chapter)