Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 223 Forgotten (Part 10)

The two sat on the side of the road, resting against the guardrail.

Zhao Lei glanced at the cigarette box Li Jun had placed aside and was about to reach for the cigarettes when Li Jun grabbed his hand.

"This is the last one."

Li Jun said in a low voice.

"Children should not smoke."

Zhao Lei pursed his lips and withdrew his hand.

Yang Jian walked over, and the two of them immediately stood up.

"Leg Bro".

"Yang Jian, do you have a plan of action?"

When Li Jun saw Yang Jian walk to the side, he wisely refrained from disturbing him.

"We've made some progress. Let's go find those foreigners first."

After saying that, Yang Jian turned around and strode away. Dachuan City was too big. Those foreigners who were able to enter Li Leping's memory fragments were obviously not ordinary people.

Even with constant cleansing using the Ghost Domain, finding those people is extremely difficult without a medium.

Yang Jian walked at the front, his black overcoat fluttering in the strong wind, a machete hanging at his side. The boy's back looked somewhat thin.

Zhao Lei and Li Jun exchanged a glance and silently followed.

The wind swept through the silent streets, brushing against the frozen figures, who remained motionless, like cast wax figures—eerie and hollow.

No one spoke anymore.

But as they watched Yang Jian's retreating figure, both Li Jun and Zhao Lei had the same thought in their minds.

Yang Jian has changed, and changed a lot.

Zhao Lei, in particular, still has the deepest impression of Yang Jian from their student days.

He had this feeling ever since he pieced together his memories from the newspapers and first met Yang Jian.

—Yang Jian has been possessed by a vengeful ghost.

A cold personality, indifference to life and death, devoid of human emotions, and a mechanical, almost demonic, killing style.

Zhao Lei even had a kind of illusion.

The body now occupying this body may no longer belong to the boy named Yang Jian.

The real Yang Jian may have died long ago, on that night when he hanged himself in front of the mirror.

What's leading them now is merely a supernatural entity carrying his will...

This teenager is carrying a burden that he should not have to bear at his age.

The world is being corrupted by the supernatural, and vengeful ghosts are indiscriminately killing people in every corner.

However, there are always some people who, despite being vengeful ghosts, perform the deeds of bodhisattvas.

Represented by Yang Jian, they saved people from countless supernatural events, even though their own lifespan was reduced to less than three months due to the resurgence of vengeful spirits.

But these people are so resolute.

Emotions are fading, life is coming to an end, and in the end, perhaps not even a complete corpse will be left behind.

But they are still trying to save this world from its impending demise in their own way.

After spending these days with Yang Jian, Zhao Lei's relationship with Yang Jian was no longer just that of classmates; Yang Jian had long since become his captain.

Yang Jian's innate personal charm naturally makes people want to follow in his footsteps.

Gathering his thoughts, Zhao Lei's eyes hardened, and he strode forward, walking alongside Yang Jian.

"team leader."

"what happened?"

"It's okay, I was just calling you."

Li Jun followed at this moment.

"Yang Jian, there's a way to find that group of people." Yang Jian nodded. "Okay, go on."

It seems that Li Jun wasn't smoking so many cigarettes without thinking.

"The vengeful spirit I am currently controlling can create a ghostly domain similar to steam. Within this domain, I can sense some mediums that do not exist in reality through the dissipated corpse fluid."

"However, this ghostly domain cannot cover such a large area."

The ghost realm that Li Jun currently controls is essentially a combination of altered corpse water and ghost fire.

However, the pool of corpse water could only cover an area of ​​one block at most. If it expanded any further, only Li Jun's will-o'-the-wisp would remain.

"You mean, to replicate the supernatural clash that once occurred when the ghost realm and the underworld were combined?"

“That’s right,” Li Jun said. “But in my current state, it’s very risky to merge with other ghost domains at will. You might accidentally evaporate your ghost domain.”

"Li Jun, you are far too confident in yourself."

Yang Jian glanced at Li Jun casually. His condition was indeed strange, but it was not enough to completely suppress Yang Jian's Ghost Domain.

It's no wonder Li Jun thought that way; on the moon, he was unconscious until the end and had no idea what happened.

His understanding of Yang Jian was still based on the fact that he could only open six layers of the Ghost Domain.

"Go ahead and do it. Leave the rest to me."

Seeing Yang Jian's reaction, Li Jun said no more.

Tiny water droplets began to appear on his body, making him look like he was sweating.

Immediately, a patch of dark green flame burst forth from his chest cavity and quickly spread to the surface of his body.

As the two supernatural forces clashed, the form began to change.

Like mist, the water vapor gradually enveloped the street.

Visibility became blurred, with a drop of less than one meter.

"It's very similar to Feng Quan's Ghost Mist... but the level of terror is worlds apart. It's understandable that you can sense the presence of the medium. This is a completely upgraded version of Ghost Mist."

As Yang Jian scanned the steam, he gained a clearer understanding of Li Jun's current state.

The next moment, a red light flashed in the gloomy steam, as if something had been lit.

The red light grew larger and denser, eventually even staining the steam with a crimson hue.

However, unlike the fusion with the will-o'-the-wisps, the color of Yangjian Ghost Domain did not change.

"The degree of integration is very low and it won't last long."

Yang Jian keenly noticed this detail. After all, Li Jun's ghost domain was a product of supernatural clashes, and if Yang Jian intervened again, it would be difficult to maintain the balance.

Li Jun's voice came from deep within the steam, as if it came from a great distance.

"Yang Jian, that's enough. It won't be long. Let's begin."

In the deathly silent city of Okawa, a crimson fog was rapidly expanding. This fog was eerie, exuding a chilling aura, like the last breath of a corpse after its moisture had evaporated.

Thick, slippery, and with a strong, pungent stench of decay…

Meanwhile, on the other side.

In some unknown, supernatural space.

The pale moonlight shone through the stained glass.

Below the stage were a dozen or so foreigners dressed in identical outfits, wearing white hoods and white robes.

They bowed their heads, clasped their hands tightly, and solemnly prayed to a sculpture.

On the high platform in the very center, an angel statue stands quietly.

Its dull gray surface, exuding a chilling deathly aura, looked less like stone and more like a lump of lifeless flesh.

Holding a pure white holy staff in his hand, he lowered his head and looked solemnly, as if he were watching the crowd of people praying below the platform.

Behind the angel, one can vaguely see an old wooden door, with numbers clearly printed on the door number—

"301"

(End of this chapter)