Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 228 Forgotten (Fifteen)
The night was like a flame that had been extinguished, leaving only a bleak expanse of smoke between heaven and earth.

A gaunt figure stood alone atop a tall building, the wind howling and making his tattered cloak flutter.

His hair was a mess, like dried weeds, hanging down over a bloodless face, and his lifeless eyes coldly surveyed the desolate city below.

A rusty longsword was slung across his waist, and he remained motionless, like a corpse standing on a rooftop.

My gaze pierced through the thick smoke and landed on a ruin in the distance.

There, a dim red light was flashing incessantly, like some kind of signal, pointing him in the right direction.

He took out half of an old diary from his pocket, glanced at it, and then put it back in his pocket.

A hoarse, inhuman voice rang out, "Forget. Will you be certain to die if you actively accept the attack? Can you do that?"

The next moment, the person took a step forward, stepped into the void, and then disappeared without warning.

...

At this moment, Yang Jian was staring at the strangely shaped spear in front of him.

The gun's pale white body was interspersed with a large patch of dark crimson, resembling a spine just pulled from a corpse.

At the top, a worn-out wood-chopping knife is nailed.

At the rear, a rusty coffin nail was embedded.

Yang Jian eventually incorporated the coffin nails into the staff, which could then materialize the supernatural objects attached to it.

Even though the risk factor is high, the benefits are still considerable for Yang Jian.

Grabbing the spear, the ghostly aura flowed along the shaft, slowly enveloping the entire spear and touching the top of the hatchet.

Instantly, a blurry, eerie double image appeared in the field of vision opposite Yang Jian, visible only to him.

It was an exact replica of the supernatural weapon, with even the wood-chopping knife at the top and the coffin nails at the bottom being identical.

The ghostly figure spread along the ground, covering everything.

The medium was formed.

Yang Jian saw images of many people, all the footprints left by people who had ever set foot here.

He gripped the spear tightly and swung it a few times, producing a muffled whooshing sound in the air.

Yang Jian was very satisfied with this supernatural weapon.

It must be said that this item can only realize its greatest value in the hands of a ghost tamer.

An attack that occurs outside of sight means that if someone else possesses the item, they will have no means of using it immediately and may even be attacked themselves.

For a ghost tamer of Yang Jian's caliber, a single second of hesitation can accomplish a great deal.

Sudden.

"Om-"

A deep humming sound rose from the sky, as if tens of thousands of corpses were trembling at the same moment.

Then, a cold glint of sword light cleaved through the thick smoke beneath the clouds.

As the light fell, a figure appeared in front of Yang Jian.

The wind suddenly stopped.

Yang Jian raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him expressionlessly.

"Ye Zhen".

"Yang Jian".

The two stared at each other for a second, like two corpses checking if they were not completely decomposed.

Ye Zhen's gaze fell on the spear in Yang Jian's hand, pausing for a moment.

"Go in."

After saying that, Ye Zhen strode towards 301, pushed open the door, and went straight inside.

Yang Jian stared at Ye Zhen's back. When he saw Ye Zhen appear, he understood Wang Xiaoming's plan.

Li Jun is just the first line of defense. If Li Leping cannot be awakened in 301, then Ye Zhen will become the second line of defense.

People of Ye Zhen's and Yang Jian's caliber are never those who take orders from others.

It seems the captain is far more important to headquarters than Yang Jian realizes, to the point that headquarters is willing to go to any lengths to rescue Li Leping. A red light flashes, and Yang Jian appears beside Zhao Lei.

"Zhao Lei, find a place to hide."

When Yang Jian shattered the angel statue, he sensed something amiss. There was a strange medium connecting the statue, which seemed to be a way of utilizing the Ghost Realm.

The circumstances surrounding the creation of that statue are not simple, and perhaps more changes will occur in the future.

Turning around and crouching down, Yang Jian observed the fragments of the statue before him with his ghostly eyes. He wasn't in a hurry to enter 301. Unlike Ye Zhen, he didn't have an almost infinite possibility of trial and error. Now that he had found the entrance, he wasn't in a rush.

The rotting flesh beneath the human skin emitted a strong stench of death, and even though it had been dismembered, the remains were still slowly wriggling.

"It's not just a medium, but more like a channel, perhaps even a means of infiltrating the past."

At that moment, a thought flashed through my mind: if I could invade the ghost realm in reverse, I might be able to reach the space connecting to the other side of the statue.

Just as Yang Jian was pondering, the rotting flesh at his feet suddenly began to twitch as if it were alive.

A chilling sound of flesh being squeezed filled my ears.

The flesh of the shattered statue suddenly bulged, twisted, and swelled.

A nauseating, fishy stench wafted towards us.

Yang Jian remained still, quietly observing the sudden change. He could sense that something was approaching.

Flesh and blood surged, and a few seconds later, the rotting flesh was torn apart, and a figure slowly stood up.

He was a foreign man dressed as a priest.

His skin was deathly pale, and his eyes were sunken.

He didn't look at Yang Jian immediately, but stared at the door of room 301 not far away.

Then he stiffly turned around and looked in Yang Jian's direction.

The moment their eyes met, the two of them moved at the same time.

"boom!"

The spear thrust out suddenly, and the dark shadow poured down the ground, instantly covering the area beneath his feet.

Without turning his head, the priest stretched out a withered, pale hand and grasped the void behind him.

The spear, which did not exist in reality, was forcibly locked in place by him.

"You actually stole the sacred staff..."

The voice was icy cold, as if it came from a grave.

This stick originally belonged to him, and now he wants to take it back.

However, Yang Jian would certainly not give him any chance.

The medium has been triggered, and in sight is a corpse hanging upside down, tightly bound to a huge cross.

He flipped the spear in his hand and slashed it down fiercely.

The attack was successful; the headless ghost was instantly split in two by the backlash from the wood-chopping knife.

But at that moment, the cross in the medium began to slowly turn upside down along with the corpse, and then suddenly straightened up again.

The attack with the machete was completely neutralized and had no effect.

Yang Jian's gaze was cold as he stared at the cross and the corpse in the medium.

"Restart?"

The priest's voice then rang out, sounding like chanting or prayer.

"Yang Jian, you have no reason to stop me."

The cold lake water gradually submerged the surrounding environment, and the red-glowing buildings rippled slightly in the reflection of the water.

Yang Jian did not respond, but stood still, holding his spear. He had met the priest once during the raid.

A chilling white light emanated from behind them, and the priest continued:

“We are not enemies, I am not one of those lunatics in the King’s Organization, everything I do is to ensure that people can continue to live.”

(End of this chapter)