Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 210 Going Home
In a dimly lit alley in Dachang City, the air was still, and red light flickered wildly on the walls.

Without warning, a long spear, its entire body glowing crimson, suddenly thrust out from the darkness, grazing the ground with incredible speed.

The gun was incredibly fast, yet it didn't destroy anything; it was flying in a bizarre way.

Almost instantly, the gun shot out of the city limits of Dachang.

Then, the entire gun suddenly stopped, abruptly freezing in mid-air in a completely analytic way, without any deceleration.

"I can't hold on any longer..."

Yang Jian's voice came from the side, and he and Zhang Wei appeared at the same time. Looking at the scarlet spear, his ghost domain could no longer be maintained.

Then the red light suddenly burst forth, pouring out like a flood, and in the blink of an eye it covered the entire city of Dachang.

"Bang!"

A woodcutter's axe fell to the ground, its blade striking the earth with a crisp sound.

In the rich red light, Yang Jian bent down to pick up the wood-chopping knife, recalling the subtle state he had just experienced.

The entire ghost realm was completely compressed, causing it to repeatedly attack within a very small area.

This state, combined with a machete, can even forcefully break through some supernatural places that cannot be escaped by conventional means in a very short time.

However, this state lasts for an extremely short time, which is equivalent to Yang Jian forcibly piecing his supernatural self together through the Ghost Domain within those ten seconds.

However, this gave him a new idea: if the duration was long enough to maintain this state forever, could he permanently piece together his own supernatural powers to form a completely new vengeful ghost, a vengeful ghost named Yang Jian?

"Hey bro, where did you come from? Is this still in China?"

Zhang Wei scratched his head, looking around blankly. The surrounding area was a desolate wilderness, and Yang Jian could not fully control the supernatural spear. Before he knew it, it had flown to the outskirts of Dachang City.

Yang Jian pulled himself together and said, "Let's go back, Wei."

Soon, the two returned to Guanjiang Residential Area.

Upon entering the room, I saw Jiang Yan and Zhang Han sitting in the living room, each of them looking anxious, as if they had been waiting there all night.

Upon seeing the two return, Jiang Yan was the first to stand up. She ran to Yang Jian, her voice trembling slightly with concern, "Yang Jian! Where have you been all day?! Your satellite phone was ringing off the hook! Headquarters almost declared you missing!"

Jiang Yan and the others have been staying here. Zhang Han said that headquarters couldn't find Yang Jian, and even mobilizing satellites around the world couldn't locate him.

Given Yang Jian's current status, if he does not appear within 48 hours, headquarters will classify him as missing, perhaps having died in some supernatural event, or perhaps being trapped in some supernatural place.

Yang Jian took off his wet coat and casually replied, "I went to an internet cafe. Is there something you need?"

Zhang Wei chimed in, "Yeah, Leg Bro and I went out all night. What's up? Is Qian Wanhao's grandpa coming to our door again?"

Zhang Han then got up and walked over.

"Captain, Cao Yanhua has been looking for you, saying it's very urgent. You've been out of contact for almost 48 hours, and headquarters almost activated the emergency plan."

Yang Jian nodded. He understood what the headquarters was thinking. Once the ghosts in his body were resurrected, Yang Jian didn't think anyone except Elder Qin could suppress them.

"Okay, you can all leave now. Don't let Awei go out for the next few days. Get him a better computer. There was a ghost at the internet cafe last night."

"What?!" Zhang Wei's expression changed.

"What kind of international joke is this?! Shouldn't the haunted place be in another Dachang City?!"

"Zhang Wei, what other Dachang City? Have you gone mad from staying up all night?" Zhao Lei approached after hearing this, as there was clearly something wrong with what Zhang Wei said.

"Damn! You have no idea how dangerous yesterday was. Leg Bro and I ran into Qian Wanhao's grandma!"

"What?! Qian Wanhao's grandma?!" "Yeah! If it weren't for Leg Bro's internet addiction, I would have died in there!"

The group exchanged glances and then gathered around. Everyone was curious about what the two had been up to that night, and that Qian Wanhao's grandmother might be referring to a vengeful ghost as terrifying as the knocking ghost.

Just then, Yang Jian's voice came.

"Let's just talk about this privately, don't tell anyone. Zhao Lei, come with me."

"Oh, here it comes!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lei immediately got up and went out.

Behind them, with Yang Jian's return, the group returned to their usual selves, quietly discussing Yang Jian and Zhang Wei's experiences inside. Zhang Wei, as expected, embellished his entire experience at the Blue Moon Internet Cafe.

Unbeknownst to them, they had gradually gotten used to the fact that as long as Yang Jian was alive, Dachang City would not completely collapse.

If Yang Jian really disappears, these people will eventually scatter and go their separate ways.

"Zhang Wei, tell me quickly, what did you and Yang Jian do at the internet cafe?"

"Of course it's to catch ghosts! What else could it be?"

"Damn, I'm serious, I'm not kidding, who is Qian Wanhao's grandma?"

"Just an old lady in black and white, who looks just like in the photo."

...

As night fell and the clouds on the horizon began to glow faintly, the sun was about to rise.

Zhao Lei, wearing a full-face mask, walked with Yang Jian on a path in the Guanjiang residential area.

"Leg Bro, where are we going?"

"Get something."

Yang Jian walked ahead. Not far away was a low building, the safe house that Zhang Wei's father had built. It led underground and contained a safe house made of gold.

Pushing open the heavy golden door, dust billowed out; this place hadn't been cleaned in a long time.

However, Yang Jian didn't care. For him now, appearance didn't matter, as long as it worked.

"This is…"

Zhao Lei looked at the several gold boxes in the small cubicle with surprise in his eyes.

Aside from ghosts, he couldn't think of anything else that needed to be locked up in two layers of gold.

Yang Jian walked over to a small golden box.

"Consider this my secret stash. I've kept some of the more important things here since I became a Ghost Tamer."

"Oh…"

Zhao Lei nodded, but then he immediately thought of something.

"Leg Bro?! You brought me here to retrieve something, you wouldn't happen to be...?!"

He didn't dare finish his sentence. The vengeful spirits Yang Jian had placed here must be extremely strange. He had come straight here after returning from the internet cafe, without even paying attention to the news from headquarters.

This means... Leg Bro must have encountered something at the internet cafe, which is why he came here in such a hurry. Because his own strength was insufficient to handle the situation, he needed to seek external help, just like that time at the museum...

(End of this chapter)