Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 209 Long Spear
Yang Jian grabbed a pen and wrote his name on the paper in a messy, illegible handwriting. In the words of his homeroom teacher, it was just scribbles.

"okay."

Yang Jian put down his pen and looked at Huang Mao.

"What does a seven-yuan note look like? Let me see it."

"One five-yuan note and one two-yuan note, that's seven yuan, right? Leg Bro, you're even more awesome than me. You don't even want to listen to a single class?"

A rare, strange look appeared on the blond man's face; his expression was as if he were looking at two idiots.

Then he rummaged through the bar and pulled out a crumpled banknote.

On the dark green paper, two large, blurry, yellowish characters were printed.

"Seven yuan."

Yes, this is a seven-yuan banknote.

There is no such thing as a seven-dollar bill in reality. If you tried to use it, you'd definitely get beaten up.

Ghost Eyes' gaze immediately locked onto it.

It was cold, dark, and had a wrinkled surface with crisscrossing grooves. It looked more like money made from human skin than from paper.

Zhang Wei raised an eyebrow and said, "I'm not well-educated, don't lie to me, where would I get the money to look like that?"

"That's it. Remember to pay me back in a month, or interest will be charged."

Huang Mao waved the seven yuan in his hand, then put it back in the drawer.

Yang Jian's gaze never left the seven-yuan banknote. He watched as Huang Mao opened the drawer, which was filled with colorful banknotes of that style.

I glanced at it, and it's about the thickness of a fist. That's a considerable amount; if I could get my hands on it…

Besides the seven-yuan denomination, there also seems to be a three-yuan denomination.

Yang Jian remained silent, but he had already made up his mind.

"We'll rob this place sooner or later; robbing ghosts isn't illegal..."

These paper money items were clearly not ordinary items. Judging from Yang Jian's ghostly vision, they were supernatural items made using some kind of supernatural means.

This reminded Yang Jian of an old saying.

Money can make the world go round.

"Could it be that this money can be used to trade with ghosts? Or that it can buy a ghost to do things for you?"

If Yang Jian's guess is true, then the person behind these banknotes must have gone incredibly far down the path of controlling ghosts.

This kind of supernatural method, which is equivalent to altering the killing patterns of vengeful ghosts, may even be beyond Yang Jian's comprehension.

The ability to exorcise ghosts and command generals, a feat that only appears in folk myths and legends, now seems highly likely to have been accomplished by ghost-controllers.

"Could it be that those myths and legends are all true? Wang Xiaoming mentioned the words 'rainbow transformation' in my file, so he may also have some guesses about it."

Yang Jian pondered silently.

"Some ghost-tamers' deeds in fighting against vengeful spirits were recorded, and through oral transmission, these deeds were embellished and gradually evolved into folk myths and legends that have been passed down through generations?"

Yang Jian's thoughts gradually wandered, and he even began to think about some myths and legends he had heard when he was a child.

Zhang Wei, watching Yang Jian remain silent, said, "Brother Leg, what are you thinking? It's only seven yuan. I'll take care of it. This afternoon, I'll tell my dad I've been kidnapped and ask him to bring two bags of money. I'll buy this internet cafe."

Yang Jian's thoughts were interrupted. He shook his head. Now was not the time to think about this. The role of paper money had not yet been confirmed. Getting out of here was the most important thing.

"Let's go, Wei." Yang Jian picked up his wood-chopping knife, turned around, and walked towards the gate.

"Okay, here comes Leg Bro."

Zhang Wei took a few steps to Yang Jian's side and walked alongside him.

"Hey bro, that internet cafe manager is a total idiot. Seven yuan for a month's subscription? I could bankrupt him."

Yang Jian nodded silently. Awei didn't know what the seven yuan represented. It was a supernatural place that could create a world. By renting it for a month, one would have the right to enter and leave. The price was obvious. These seven yuan were probably not easy to earn.

"One month..."

Yang Jian doesn't know where to find the seven yuan yet, so he can only take it one step at a time. He has a lot of things to do, and he probably won't be able to handle them even if he works himself to death.

If all else fails, Yang Jian plans to use coffin nails to completely shut down the internet cafe, but he hasn't yet found out where the source of the ghost is...

The more Yang Jian thought about it, the more things he realized, so he simply stopped thinking about it altogether.

"I don't want to think about it anymore, let's go outside and talk about it later."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dense red light suddenly surged from Yang Jian's body, covering the entire internet cafe in this crimson glow, and even the people surfing the internet inside slowed down.

“Li Leping once said that he used forgetting to eliminate a small part of the cycle. I should be able to do the same kind of suppression. By briefly concentrating supernatural power, as long as I can break through a small hole, even if it's only one centimeter, I can get out.”

The scarlet color slowly receded and gradually solidified, the light grew dimmer, but the red became increasingly dazzling and finer.

Yang Jian is changing the form of the Ghost Domain, and he cannot suppress it in a wide area yet.

"That's almost the limit..."

Yang Jian looked at the ghost domain before him. The originally illusory ghost eye ghost domain had actually solidified into a physical form under Yang Jian's compression.

It is a scarlet cylinder, shaped like a long stick, with specks of black flame flickering on it.

The change in form also brought about an increase in strength. The ghost domain that could almost cover an entire city has been compressed to this size. It can be said that the red staff in Yang Jian's hand is now enough to send away some ghosts that are not very terrifying.

But that wasn't all; Yang Jian planned to be even more cautious.

At the other end of the stick, the lake water churned, and a headless ghostly figure rose from the lake, then suddenly wrapped around and attached a woodcutter's knife to one end of the stick.

"Ghost eyes, black fire, ghost lake, headless ghost shadow, woodcutter's knife—this state can't last long..."

"Holy crap, that's fucking cool!"

Zhang Wei watched with drooling eyes. Through Yang Jian's piecing together, a uniquely shaped, eerie spear appeared before him, silently hovering in mid-air.

The crimson gun barrel, with flowing patterns formed by black flames, and the headless ghostly figure serving as the joining point, like the "tassel" of a spear, seemed to sway in the wind as the ghost lake surged.

Looking at the spear suspended in mid-air, Ghost Hand clenched his fist suddenly.
"Boom!"

The moment the spear was grasped, a muffled thud resounded throughout the space, as if two rotten bones had collided violently.

"There are too many supernatural interferences... This gun will completely break down in ten seconds at most..."

Without hesitation, Yang Jian gripped the scarlet spear, then suddenly used the momentum to throw it fiercely towards the entrance of the internet cafe.

A piercing, explosive sound erupted, as if thousands of pieces of chalk were erasing a blackboard at the same time.

Then, a faint sliver of moonlight shone in.

A flash of red light, and Yang Jian and Zhang Wei disappeared from the spot.

(End of this chapter)