Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 224 Forgotten (Part 11)

These people look extremely abnormal.

Their skin clung loosely to their bones, like skin that had been casually draped over them.

The connections between flesh and blood had long been severed, yet they were forcibly maintained by some unknown force. The entire body lacked the warmth of life, yet it could move slowly.

It doesn't look like a living person, nor is it completely dead.

The two at the front looked up at the eerie angel statue. A faint trace of consciousness surfaced in its empty eye sockets.

"Success."

One of them spoke in a dry voice.

"We have successfully regained consciousness. The priest's idea was correct, and his plan worked."

Another person said urgently, "Get this message back to the priest as soon as possible. This place is too strange. Even if the entire Kingdom of Heaven were to suppress it, it wouldn't be able to completely cover it. We are still in Dachuan City."

"you're right."

The man nodded and cautiously approached the angel statue. He took out a cross inscribed with scriptures and gently held it up.

Just then, the air suddenly became humid.

Their clothes became soaked, as if water would drip out at any moment.

Immediately afterwards, a faint mist of water vapor swept over us, silently enveloping the surroundings. Then, the fog spread, its color changing from grayish-white to an eerie dark red.

The mist swirled, carrying a rotten, acrid smell.

The man paused, then turned around to look.

Deep within this cold, damp atmosphere, a red light seemed to flicker and sway, as if it would vanish completely at any moment.

“Suffered…”

He subconsciously uttered a single word.

The other person's expression also changed, and he immediately roared.

"We've been spotted! Don't stop! Keep going!"

The cross plunged violently into the angel's chest, and the stiff flesh seemed to come alive, swallowing the cross whole.

at this time.

"Watch your back!"

A surprised shout rang out.

A large number of people immediately collapsed, like corpses that had been burned dry, their bodies rapidly dehydrated and dried out.

But that wasn't the most terrifying part; the fallen corpses were rapidly deformed by the moisture.

Their skin melted, their muscles flowed, their bodies became soft, and they eventually turned into pools of sticky, fleshy pulp.

The man stared in horror at the unrecognizable corpses before him. He quickly pulled a thick, grayish-white quilt, about two or three meters long, from a gold handbag.

Then he immediately lay down on the ground and covered himself completely with the blanket.

Judging from their urgent manner, it's as if they've just finished reading a scary ghost story in the middle of the night and can't wait to run back to bed, hoping to escape the attack of a vengeful ghost under the covers.

The man huddled under the covers, trembling all over. Finally, he couldn't resist lifting a corner of the blanket and peeking out with one eye.

"How could this be... We have the most complete intelligence on Yang Jian; there's no way he could have discovered this place."

Bathed in red light, a terrifying black shadow, carrying a rusty machete, was walking step by step toward another man beneath the angel statue.

The outside world seemed to be frozen in time, everything standing still at that moment.

He raised his hand, then lowered it. The movements were clean and swift.

Like a hot knife cutting through oil, the machete fell from above the man's head, easily cleaving him in two.

Blood splattered, and the two halves of the corpse fell to the ground with a thud, the red and black blood instantly covering the ground.

Amidst the pool of blood and dismembered corpses, a figure gradually came into focus. An eerie crimson glow emanated from its forehead as it stared blankly ahead.

"Ghost slave?"

Yang Jian stared at the severed limbs on the ground, his expression indifferent.

Li Jun and Zhao Lei also came up.

"It doesn't seem like it. When my ghost domain attacked them just now, these people clearly carried the consciousness of living people."

"Similar to Wang Shanshan's situation...?"

Yang Jian didn't think much of it. Ghost slaves have many different states, and this might just be a special one.

He turned around and his gaze fell on the gray quilt on the floor.

The machete was lowered slightly, aimed at the man's exposed half-face.

You only have one chance to speak.

The man's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat as he stared in fear at the expressionless, three-eyed youth. His eyes, devoid of any emotion, seemed to hold no trace of human life.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the two halves of the corpse on the ground. The pungent stench of death hit him, making his stomach churn.

However, the man still spoke tremblingly, "You must be Yang Jian. Don't try to scare me; you can't kill me now."

"Oh? You know me?"

Yang Jian squatted down and observed the blanket covering the man with great interest.

The fabric looked ordinary, but his ghostly eyes couldn't penetrate it; it was the first time he had ever encountered such a supernatural object.

Just now, his own ghost domain was completely unable to invade, like a boulder rising in a rushing river. No matter how many ghost domains Yang Jian added, he could never invade the area covered by this quilt.

It's as if this area doesn't exist in this world at all.

The man sneered.

"Hmph... Everyone in the paranormal world knows you. You and your dog almost wiped out that group of kings."

He gradually calmed down, seemingly quite confident in the blanket covering him.

Zhao Lei also squatted down, looked at the quilt and said, "Captain, judging from what he said, you seem to be quite famous abroad."

"Yang Jian always makes the biggest noise when he takes action, so it's hard for anyone not to know about it."

Li Jun also squatted down, and the three of them gathered around the grayish quilt to look at it.

"However, I suggest you don't follow his example. You should learn to hide the vengeful spirits you control so that you won't be targeted for attacks."

The foreign man felt a little uneasy being stared at by three large men.

"What...do you three want to do...?"

"It's nothing, relax, this thing is quite interesting."

As he spoke, Yang Jian reached out his ghostly hand and tried to pull off the blanket.

But no matter how hard he tried, the quilt didn't budge. The ghostly hand seemed to be moving a mountain, incredibly heavy.

"Can't pull it apart?" Yang Jian's expression changed slightly.

A pool of cold, damp water quickly seeped from the ground, but even though the Ghost Lake had completely soaked the ground beneath their feet, the blanket remained dry, as even the Ghost Lake could not penetrate it.

Undeterred, Yang Jian raised his wood-chopping knife and slashed at the target.

But something even stranger happened: the medium didn't exist, and Yang Jian couldn't sense any medium related to this foreign man.

When the machete struck the quilt, it was as if it had struck a thick layer of steel bars; not even a mark was left.

"Don't waste your energy. Even if the priest came over, he couldn't budge you!"

The man's face lit up with joy, his tone laced with arrogance, as if he were invincible as long as he hid under the covers.

(End of this chapter)