Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 211 City God
Zhao Lei is very smart. When he doesn't make a fool of himself, his IQ is comparable to that of a person in charge. However, under Zhang Wei's influence, he makes foolish mistakes most of the time.

"Yes."

Yang Jian affirmed Zhao Lei's idea from the side.

"I've encountered a very troublesome matter, involving too many aspects, so I must prepare in advance."

After saying that, he reached out and opened the gold box on the table.

The moment the lid was pushed open, a chilling aura carrying a faint stench of decay wafted out.

Inside the box was a rusty coffin nail.

Yang Jian stared at it for a few seconds.

"I really don't want to use this thing..."

He had always been extremely wary of coffin nails.

Controlling any vengeful spirit comes at a great cost, and the same applies to supernatural objects; every supernatural object used will suffer a terrifying backlash.

Furthermore, supernatural items are far more terrifying than simply using the power of vengeful spirits, and the price to pay is far more unbearable.

Yang Jian was well aware of this.

However… this coffin nail in front of us is an exception. Even though Yang Jian used it to completely nail the starving ghost to death, it did not show any abnormalities.

No, this kind of thing, which doesn't conform to the rules of vengeful ghosts, can be considered an anomaly in itself.

Yang Jian murmured, "It's impossible for there to be no cost. Perhaps the backlash has already begun, but I just haven't noticed it yet..."

Zhao Lei stood aside, carefully examining the nail.

"Leg Bro, is this the coffin nail you used to pin down the starving ghost?"

Yang Jian nodded: "They're not the same one, but the effect should be the same. So far, I only know of three such things."

Yang Jian put away the coffin and walked to another small golden box. Inside was a piece of human skin paper, containing a ghost that could predict future events but would also plant deadly traps within it. It even seemed to possess self-awareness.

"Crack..."

Yang Jian opened the golden box, and the ghostly hand reached inside to take out the human skin paper.

The touch was still that cold, icy feeling, like holding a piece of skin that had just been peeled off a dead person's back.

The surface of the parchment was calm, without any writing appearing. It seemed to have become much more docile after being imprisoned for so long. It appeared to be waiting for Yang Jian to release it and continue questioning it.

With his scarlet ghost eyes fixed on the human skin paper, Yang Jian said coldly, "I'll only say this once, you'd better behave yourself, or I won't mind locking you up here forever."

After saying that, Yang Jian didn't care how the human skin paper reacted, put it in his pocket, and left the safe house with Zhao Lei.

Yang Jian made the decision to bring the human skin paper after careful consideration.

He was well aware of the danger of this strange thing. Although it liked to trick people, it couldn't lie. Over time, Yang Jian had figured out some tricks to avoid its traps.

If handled properly, this item has so far been more beneficial than harmful to Yang Jian, which is why he dares to carry it with him.

"Leg Bro, where do we go next?"

Zhao Lei followed behind and asked.

Yang Jian did not answer immediately, and remained silent for a few seconds.

Recent events have been too frequent, and too many things are weighing on him.

He desperately wanted to rest, but everything that had happened recently had left him breathless, with too many things waiting for him to deal with.

He used to think that if the sky fell, someone taller would hold it up. But now, without realizing it, he has become the tallest person in this era. If he doesn't step up and hold it up, those below will probably be in even worse shape.

Without thinking further, since he had been forced onto this path of no return, he would continue walking until he was completely exhausted and could go no further. He looked up at the horizon and calmly said:

"Go find a city that doesn't exist."

Zhao Lei was taken aback. "A city that doesn't exist?"

Yang Jian nodded, and a pool of red light gradually spread out beneath his feet, converging into a thin line that stretched into the distance.

"At least as far as we can remember, this city doesn't exist. Zhao Lei, what you're about to face may be beyond my expectations. If you don't want to go, you can tell me now."

“No…” Zhao Lei looked at Yang Jian with a firm gaze.

"Brother Leg, you gave me my life. You must have your reasons for taking me with you. Let's get going without delay."

Yang Jian glanced at his old classmate. He knew he had made the right choice. Although the price of saving Zhao Lei was high, it was worth it to have a trustworthy and promising Ghost Tamer teammate.

"Let's go. Before that, let's go to headquarters first."

Yang Jian needed to find Wang Xiaoming first to confirm some details. Facing the old woman dressed in Republican-era clothing, Yang Jian dared not be careless and had to be fully prepared.

In his memory, Li Leping's face was beginning to become increasingly blurry. Li Leping was on the verge of a ghostly resurgence. Once he completely lost control, perhaps no one in this world would remember him anymore. Yang Jian had to act quickly.

The red lines spread from the ground, running through the entire Guanjiang residential area, and then transformed into a straight beam of light that shot into the sky.

Dynamic vision is difficult to capture; like a sharp sword, it cuts through layers of clouds and flies swiftly towards Dajing City.

early morning.

The sky over Dachang City was overcast.

Beneath the thick clouds, a thin red line ripped across the sky, like a wound.

"Dad! That deity has gone out to catch monsters again!"

Inside a residential building, a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old stood on the balcony, pointing to the sky and shouting.

"Ah Yu! Keep your voice down! This is the City God of Dachang City!"

"Oh..." the little girl's voice lowered, but she asked again, "Dad, is the City God flying? It's so cool! I want to learn too!"

A middle-aged man came out, carrying unwashed clothes in his hand.

He looked up at the sky, where a strange red line streaked across the morning sky, pushing aside layers of dark clouds to reveal a ray of sunlight.

The light shone on the rooftops of the dilapidated residential area, like a ray of hope cast into this world of despair.

The man murmured, "Transformation into a rainbow..."

Almost all the early risers in Dachang City saw the red line. After the incident with the starving ghost, everyone knew that someone was secretly protecting the city.

Some people call this person the City God, some call him a deity, and others call him a cultivator; the names are varied and numerous.

Some people have even started to enshrine a fierce-looking three-eyed statue in their homes. These people have heard rumors from who-knows-where that the City God of Dachang City has divine eyes that can exorcise ghosts and ward off evil spirits.

Whenever strange phenomena appear in the sky, the residents of Dachang City know that a monster is coming.

However, they gradually got used to this situation, because the red light was the light of hope brought by the City God who guarded the city.

As long as that crimson glow continues to flash in the sky, the city remains safe.

(End of this chapter)