Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 221 Forgotten (Part 8)

The two walked over.

Zhao Lei stood there motionless, his face devoid of color, like a corpse just dragged from a pile of dead bodies.

His eyes were vacant, his pupils unfocused. It was as if he were staring at something, yet also as if he saw nothing at all. It seemed as if his memories were about to be completely erased.

He tried to turn his neck to look at Yang Jian and Li Jun, but it was as if he couldn't understand this world, and his expression became more and more blank.

Suddenly, his lifeless face began to twitch violently, as if something was churning beneath his skin.

Those were blurry, distorted words that emerged from deep within his flesh, densely covering his cheeks, as if a newspaper was slowly swallowing him up.

However, the text was incomplete, as if it had been erased by something, and it was unclear what exactly was written.

Almost at the same time, a black flame ignited above his head, devoid of heat but carrying an extremely chilling aura.

The flames spread.

The blurry words were illuminated, gradually becoming clear, the strokes distinct, and the structure complete. Then they began to sink, slowly seeping into the skin.

When the last line of text disappeared, Zhao Lei's face reappeared.

He looked at Yang Jian, and his eyes gradually regained their color.

"Leg Bro? I failed, that ghost was too special..."

"I've even forgotten who I am."

"Countless fragmented memories, increasingly abrupt scene changes—the newspaper had no effect on him..."

Yang Jian stepped forward and patted Zhao Lei on the shoulder.

"Zhao Lei, you did a great job."

As a ghost tamer who has only recently begun to control vengeful spirits, it is truly remarkable that he has achieved this.

In that space where memory and reality intertwine, with each scene change, Zhao Lei's memory would disappear. This constant "formatting" was like a knife peeling away his memories layer by layer.

As the cycle continues, there will eventually come a time when Zhao Lei will completely forget his own existence.

At that time, he will die completely, a death of consciousness; his body will still exist, but his consciousness will have forgotten his "existence".

But thanks to Zhao Lei's astonishing sensitivity to the supernatural, he managed to stay afloat from the brink of collapse and even gave Yang Jian a crucial hint.

Li Jun flicked the cigarette butt from his hand.

"Then what about rescuing ordinary people? The entire city has forgotten that they are still human. Can we awaken them like we did with Zhao Lei?"

"It's impossible. The reason we were able to bring Zhao Lei's memories back is because of the newspaper. His consciousness is very special; it's all contained within the newspaper on his face."

Yang Jian flatly refused. There were too many in the entire Dachuan City. Even if the method worked, it would exhaust him to death.

"The key now is to find Mingyue Community. Li Leping is inside. The memories here have been separated from reality. If we can't restrain him, the area that gets out of control will only get bigger and bigger."

Taking out the satellite phone from his pocket, Wang Xiaoming realized that according to his plan, there should still be a captain and Ye Zhen in Dachuan City, but despite the commotion Yang Jian had caused, neither of them had reacted.

"Headquarters is already subconsciously ignoring our existence; perhaps we won't receive any reinforcements."

Yang Jian observed as the crimson ghost eyes darted around.

He was prepared to face the out-of-control Li Leping, the old man, and the possible Heavenly Kingdom organization all at the same time.

Now he needs to determine the extent to which forgetting can affect Li Leping after he loses control.

I walked up to a roadside stall, picked up a green apple, and gently squeezed it between my fingers. "Snap."

The apple's skin immediately cracked.

But strangely, the apple's interior wasn't filled with fruit flesh, but rather a ghastly white mass of flesh, as if it had just been ripped from a corpse. A burnt, pungent odor quickly filled the air.

He frowned slightly. "It's already starting to passively affect the object..."

"Affecting the object?"

Li Jun walked up and asked in confusion.

Yang Jian spread his palms and continued, "In this city, the fact that 'Apple' exists as 'Apple' has been forgotten."

Yang Jian stared at the apple in his hand.

"Perhaps... some supernatural items were born in similar environments."

If the form of a ghost could be altered through this method, its original form forgotten, and a new container given to it, it might be possible to create a supernatural object similar to a woodcutter's knife.

Of course, this is just one of the ways Yang Jian guessed to create supernatural items. As his own ghost domain increases in level, it can also change the original form of some vengeful ghosts.

It has to be said that Li Leping's ghost is too special; even Yang Jian has to be careful when dealing with it.

If he were to unleash all his supernatural abilities, he might be able to forcibly kill him, but Li Leping would die as a result.

This is not the outcome Yang Jian wanted.

"Brother Leg, should I try again? I feel like I can swim around inside without that guy following me."

The rain stopped, the sky cleared, and Zhao Lei felt confident again. That's just his personality; he's the same way when playing games, often failing to learn from his mistakes even after dying once.

Yang Jian immediately poured cold water on him, saying, "Without that person, your memories will be shattered into fragments."

Li Jun chimed in, "I think we should take this time and plan carefully. We shouldn't act rashly. Perhaps we should find Ye Zhen here first; he might have already arrived."

Yang Jian glanced at Li Jun silently, surprised to hear the words "we must plan carefully" from him. It seemed that under the pressure of the resurgence of the vengeful spirits, every team leader was maturing.

Even someone with Li Jun's personality has made progress. Especially after his fight with Chen Qiaoyang, having died once, he gained a clearer understanding of his own shortcomings.

After a moment of silence, Yang Jian took out a yellowed piece of human skin paper.

A cold, damp touch; an unsettling softness.

The ghost's eyes coldly stared at the surface of the human skin paper. Unlike before, this ghost, which seemed to have self-awareness, did not give its usual opening remarks.

It should be said that ever since Yang Jian harnessed the black fire in some unknown way on the moon, this once uncontrollable piece of human skin seems to have become much more "docile".

Black flames surged from the ghost's hand, burning but not getting hot, only bringing a suffocating chill.

"Five seconds."

Yang Jian's voice was as cold as a corpse. He had accurately grasped the "weakness" that this piece of paper feared. It was obvious that it was very wary of the black fire in Yang Jian's body.

"If you can't do that, you have no value to me."

The crooked handwriting appeared quickly, as if afraid that Yang Jian would really burn it; the handwriting appeared faster than ever before.

The opening remarks were standard, and even the punctuation was unchanged.

"My name is Yang Jian. By the time you see this, I will already be dead..."

(End of this chapter)