Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 225 Forgotten (Part Twelve)
"The priest? It seems that the anomalies here are indeed related to him."

Yang Jian's voice was flat, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He stood up, his gaze passing over the gray angel statue and finally settling on the door marked "301".

The foreign man's expression changed, realizing he had let something slip, and he immediately covered his mouth, afraid to say another word.

"I'll try."

Li Jun reached out and touched it, but the same thing happened again; the blanket seemed to be stuck to the ground.

No matter how hard Li Jun pulled, there was no reaction; not even the wrinkles on it changed.

However, Li Jun was clearly a stubborn person. The cold steam on his body was suddenly compressed into a ball and rushed down to the ground.

There was no reaction; the blanket lay flat on the floor.

“Still no effect…” Li Jun frowned.

Seeing that Li Jun's attack was ineffective, Zhao Lei was also eager to try his hand at it.

"Stop, Zhao Lei."

Yang Jian stopped him.

"Your condition is different from mine, so don't use the power of the vengeful spirit lightly."

Zhao Lei stood up sullenly, and all three of them focused their attention on the angel statue.

The ghost's eyes scanned the gray statue before it. Upon closer inspection, the surface of the gray statue appeared to be stitched together from countless pieces of human skin.

Between the cracks, you can vaguely see something slowly wriggling, making a faint, sticky sound.

“Medium, statue…”

The thing the paper-skin pointed to appeared, but Yang Jian dared not rashly bypass the statue to go to 301.

The cross that had been inserted into the statue had been completely swallowed up. The stench of death in the air was even stronger.

Just then, the previously still statue suddenly moved. Its head lowered little by little, its eyes vacant, staring intently at Yang Jian.

"Alive?" Yang Jian didn't seem too surprised.

The next moment, the holy staff in its hand suddenly thrust out, the movement so fast it was almost blurry.

Yang Jian reacted incredibly quickly, raising his wood-chopping knife to block the attack.

The clash between the machete and the holy staff produced a dull, eerie sound, as if two corpses had collided violently.

"team leader!"

Seeing this, Zhao Lei was about to rush forward.

"Go back." Yang Jian didn't turn his head, but turned his back and blocked Zhao Lei.

"Keep an eye on that person on the ground."

Yang Jian raised his head and calmly gazed at the fierce-looking angelic face.

"interesting."

"A paranormal object resembling a doll?"

Yang Jian was analyzing the situation. He realized that if he wanted to, he could dismember the statue in front of him in an instant.

However, when faced with the supernatural, mindless and violent suppression and imprisonment can never truly solve the fundamental problem.

From the moment he glimpsed "His" existence, Yang Jian understood a principle: even with immense power, as long as vengeful spirits exist, this world will never be able to escape the shadow of death.

In the past, when Yang Jian was in trouble, there were tall people to hold up the sky. But now, he is the one who needs to stand tall and upright.

In supernatural events, Yang Jian's current approach is more inclined to observe, probe, and delve into the patterns of vengeful spirits.

What he needs now is a deeper exploration of vengeful ghosts, instead of simply throwing them into gold as before.

At this moment, Li Jun stood up, walked around the statue, and headed towards the door of room 301.

"Don't go in, you'll die." Yang Jian's voice was calm, and he remained in a confrontational posture with the statue.

But Li Jun did not stop.

“There is no absolute safety in paranormal events. I have a more important task. Shen Lin needs someone to wake him up, otherwise the few of us are not enough to control Li Leping.”

"Shen Lin?!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. He had previously guessed that the last captain would be Shen Lin, but according to Li Leping, Shen Lin was definitely not free right now.

Unless… a possibility flashed through Yang Jian’s mind.

Unless the real Shen Lin didn't come here, and Li Jun is trying to awaken another version of him, this scenario is not impossible.

Just like Tong Qian, or that internet cafe, Shen Lin has mastered a method to create another version of himself, but he needs external intervention, which is why Li Jun is needed to awaken him.

Li Jun opened the door and stepped into the darkness without hesitation.

Zhao Lei stood beside the quilt. "Captain, are we really okay with him? Li Junjun seems like a pretty good guy."

"Everyone has to pay the price for their actions. If he has decided to do it, he should be prepared to die."

As he spoke, Yang Jian suddenly raised his wood-chopping knife and slashed it hard at the statue's arm.

The severed arm and the holy staff fell to the ground with a thud. No blood flowed from the cross-section; only a pale mass of flesh was squeezed together.

Before Yang Jian could take any further action, the severed arm and the holy staff on the ground suddenly disappeared and reappeared intact on the statue.

"Reboot?" Yang Jian's voice carried a hint of doubt. The statue in front of him clearly couldn't possibly possess that level of supernatural power.

Their gaze fell upon the holy staff in the angel's hand.

"No... it's because of that stick."

Immediately, the scarlet light exploded, and the cold lake water burst forth from the red light.

In just a moment, the water filled the entire area, submerging the statue.

Yang Jian stood quietly in the lake, gazing at the twisted and ferocious angel statue before him.

To be precise, he was observing the strange holy staff in the statue's hand.

"Try cutting it again, huh?

The machete swung again.

This time, under the suppression of Ghost Lake, the severed arm did not disappear again.

However, the holy staff blurred for a moment, then reappeared in the statue's other hand.

"No... the problem is with the position of that stick."

Yang Jian keenly noticed a detail: the trajectory of the water flow disturbance in Ghost Lake was not consistent with the location where the holy staff fell.

In other words, the holy staff in sight does not completely coincide with its actual location.

"There's a discrepancy between what we see and what actually exists, but I could definitely feel the stick just now, which means..."

Just as Yang Jian was pondering, the angel statue, holding its holy staff, swung it fiercely in Yang Jian's direction.

Although the two were far apart, this action made Yang Jian's heart skip a beat.

"boom!"

A terrifying sound exploded in his chest, accompanied by a crisp cracking sound of bones breaking.

Yang Jian was sent flying backwards.

"Impossible... Under the suppression of Ghost Lake, with the terrifying level of this supernatural creation, it's impossible for the medium to cover my body."

His expression remained calm as he looked at his chest. There was a dent in the skin there, as if he had actually been hit with a stick.

"But the feeling just now was like being actually hit by that stick, not just in the location, and perhaps not just by one stick..."

(End of this chapter)