Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 219 Oblivion (Part Six)

"He came to observe Li Leping."

Yang continued, taking over Li Jun's words.

"He must have made some kind of deal with Wang Xiaoming, but that doesn't make sense unless... Wang Xiaoming foresaw Li Leping's loss of control at that time and began to make his move."

Li Jun was silent for a moment, then said, "It's very likely that's the case. Professor Wang always thinks a hundred steps ahead, and he has corresponding restriction plans for all the team leaders, including you, Yang Jian."

Yang Jian gave Li Jun a cold look. "Restrict me when I'm out of control?"

“I know you don’t believe me, but I believe in Professor Wang’s plan. Although it is difficult and the price may be terrible, it may not be impossible.”

As they spoke, Zhao Lei and the man had already entered the amusement park.

The two of them followed at the same time, no longer caring about the so-called Heavenly Kingdom cult; they didn't have the energy to deal with those people right now.

Li Jun continued.

“Yang Jian, I admit you are very capable and possess some talents that ordinary people don’t have. However, even if you are a captain now, in terms of time, you are just a newcomer who has only recently entered the supernatural world. Everyone is equal before the supernatural. The headquarters can keep these captains in check not just because of their words.”

Yang Jian remained silent. Li Jun was right about that. The time between Yang Jian mastering the Ghost Eye and becoming the captain was too short. So short that he didn't even have time to check some of the knowledge files that a captain must have.

But Yang Jian never believed that living a long life meant anything. The supernatural was always full of uncertainty, and sometimes subconscious experiences could lead to a more miserable death.

Neither of them spoke again. As Zhao Lei and the man continued their conversation, they arrived at a dressing room.

Seeing that Zhao Lei almost died in front of the mirror, Yang Jian prepared to take action.

"Let's try to make contact with that man, but not directly. We should be able to get into the scene between the two of them through Zhao Lei."

Yang Jian walked up, completely ignoring the man.

"Zhao Lei, we've finished drawing too."

The dressing room was filled with all sorts of movie props.

The yellowish mirror reflected Zhao Lei's three strange faces.

"Who are you?…"

Thoughts are drifting away, memories are fading.

Zhao Lei's memory had deepened to an even greater extent; he didn't even react when Yang Jian stood in front of him.

The man next to them also noticed Yang Jian and Li Jun, "Hey, your look is pretty good, perfect for playing a villain."

He then scrutinized Li Jun's brightly colored makeup. "You do have a respectable appearance, but it's a pity your makeup and styling aren't up to par."

Yang Jian's gaze fell on the man's arm, which was covered with dense black lines, as if engraved with some kind of writing, but he could not focus his gaze, as if looking through a layer of blurry frosted glass.

He asked directly, "I am Yang Jian, and he is Li Jun. Do you remember the coffin nails?"

If Li Leping wants to combat his loss of control, then coffin nails are an indispensable part of the process.

The man asked in confusion, "What coffin nails? We're not filming a horror movie."

"Alright, everyone to your positions, get ready to power on."

As the man turned around, the surrounding environment suddenly changed again.

Yang Jian's vision blurred. The four of them found themselves on a highway, with cars speeding past them, narrowly missing them.

A man's voice rang out from above, "Yang Jian! You three hurry up! The plane is going to be delayed."

As they spoke, Yang Jian and Li Jun sat down in a waiting area.

"The scene has changed again... but this is happening too fast. Is it because of my and Li Jun's involvement...?"

The ghost's eyes scanned the surroundings.

"Are we currently in the Dachuan City of our memories, or in reality... or, because of Li Leping's loss of control, the two have begun to influence each other."

Yang Jian pondered silently. This abrupt scene change reminded him of his experience in the ghost dream. But the scene here was more fragmented, like a person's memory being dissected into countless pieces, and Yang Jian and the others were currently jumping between them.

Yang Jian did not follow, silently watching the two disappear from sight.

If they continue to intervene, Zhao Lei may not be able to withstand it.

Li Jun stood to the side and asked, "What do you plan to do?"

"Perhaps we are not actually in Dachuan City. In order to prevent the scope of his loss of control from expanding, Li Leping merged his fragmented memories with reality."

Yang Jian can also use this kind of supernatural technique, influencing reality through the ghost realm.

But Li Leping's approach was more extreme—he directly overlaid "fragments of memory" onto reality.

This creates a stable yet bizarre hybrid space.

Until someone stumbled upon it, was recognized by this memory, and then triggered the contingency plan he had left behind.

Zhao Lei is now acting as the intruder, but Yang Jian is about to give him a push. Without external intervention, Zhao Lei won't be able to hold on for long.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian said.

"Since this is pieced together from memories, let's restore this place to its original state."

The sky darkened, and then it started to rain.

It started as a drizzle, but quickly turned into a dense downpour.

The cold rain fell on the street, soaking the two of them. But the buildings in the distance remained exposed to the blazing sun.

"No, the area is too large..."

Ghost Lake is not a ghost realm; a Ghost Lake with only four layers cannot cover such a large area.

"Is it enough to just have water?"

As soon as Li Jun finished speaking, a cloud of mist rapidly spread from his side, filling the entire world in the blink of an eye.

Then, the steam suddenly stopped, turning into a deluge of corpses, as if someone were splashing water from the sky, pouring down with a foul stench.

"Don't resist me."

Above the clouds, a large black dog appeared. It barked wildly and, stepping on the torrent of corpse water falling from mid-air, pounced into the distance.

Then, a second, a third, using the corpse fluid as a medium, Ghost Dream kept increasing its number.

In just a moment, the entire sky was completely darkened, filled with swarms of vicious, jet-black dogs.

"My guess was right. The real Li Leping is not here, otherwise Gui Meng wouldn't have been able to cover this place so easily."

As soon as the words were spoken, a crimson light appeared in the darkness. The next second, as if an eye had opened, the red light surged without warning, filling the entire world.

Then, my vision spun, and the world turned upside down.

Countless fragmented scenes were stripped away, torn apart, and then pieced back together.

The chaotic scene is collapsing, and fragmented realities are intertwining.

The whole world is like a malfunctioning, scrambled appliance, filled with unpredictable chaos and confusion every second.

Yang Jian separates this supernatural phenomenon, where memories intertwine with reality, through ghost dreams.

A black flame flashed, and before them lay an empty, desolate street.

Looking around, all I saw was ruin and desolation. A deathly silence.

"Out?"

Yang Jian nodded: "The real Dachuan City..."

(End of this chapter)