Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 229 Forgotten (Sixteen)
"Continue to live?"

Yang Jian flicked the water off the tip of his knife, his gaze indifferent.

"Just like these people?"

He pointed to the person curled up in the blanket on the ground. The person's face was pale, and the skin hung loosely on the face, making him look no different from a dead person.

The man was overjoyed to see the priest appear and struggled to sit up.

The priest reached out to stop him: "Don't move, this person is dangerous, you should stay inside."

He continued speaking to Yang Jian, "Form doesn't matter. As long as we can keep the evil spirits away, these people can live forever in the Heavenly Kingdom I have established, experiencing birth, aging, sickness, and death, and enjoying life in peace."

He paused for a moment, a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

"Yang Jian!"

"You should support me! We're on the same side! Everything we do is for the continuation of humanity!"

"What a mess."

Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged. He glanced at Zhao Lei, who was moving away from the area, then turned his gaze back to the priest.
"Whether it's you, me, or headquarters."

"They're all just looking for ways to prolong their existence. As long as the problem of the vengeful ghosts can't be completely solved, it's all just empty talk."

He raised the spear in his hand, the tip of which was steadily pointed at the priest.

"I will only say this once: abandon Li Leping and take your men and leave this place."

There was no animosity between Yang Jian and the priest. The two had only met once abroad and had not had much interaction. Furthermore, the priest's actions were not wrong in principle. It was just that his behavior conflicted with Yang Jian's at this moment.

If he were to turn and leave now, Yang Jian wouldn't do anything to him, after all, Yang Jian wasn't some kind of murderous maniac who would kill people without reason.

But the priest did not respond. The eerie white light behind him became even more blinding, clearly indicating that he was unwilling to give up on Li Leping easily.

"It doesn't matter, it's the same no matter who comes."

The next moment, a rich crimson color surged forth, black flames danced, and the spear once again slashed at the priest.

A muffled thud came from within the white light.

This time, Yang Jian's attack was unimpeded, and he successfully struck the priest through the medium.

The priest felt a sharp pain in his waist, followed by a tearing sound.

Looking down, a gruesome and terrifying wound was clearly cut open on his waist. The flesh inside his body had already rotted and turned white, and the outline of the bones could still be faintly seen.

He seemed somewhat surprised, uttering a puzzled sound, "Huh?...How did you do that?"

Blackfire altered his behavior, causing him to completely refrain from resisting the attack with the woodcutter's knife.
But he actually withstood the blow. The machete did dismember him, but the corpse on the cross in the medium instantly brought him back to life.

But Yang Jian didn't stop, giving him no time to think.

He stepped forward, almost touching the priest's face, and the ghostly hand suddenly gripped his neck.

The cold lake water suddenly churned, and Yang Jian used almost all of his supernatural powers to kill the person in front of him in one strike.

However, this priest was clearly not so easy to kill.

The eerie light that had been shining behind the priest suddenly magnified, like a powerful flashlight shining on Yang Jian's face, so bright that it made the ghost's eyes close.

It was in this brief moment of opening that the priest and Yang Jian created distance between themselves, and their ghostly domains clashed at that moment.

The white light and scarlet crimson collided violently. Under the clash of these two completely different supernatural forces, the entire space was constantly distorting, and the ghost realm began to rewrite reality. However, Yang Jian reacted extremely quickly. The ghost lake beneath his feet shot into the sky, forming a giant wave two or three stories high, which engulfed the priest.

At the same time, the headless ghostly figure also spread forward along the ground.

"I don't believe you can stop four ghosts."

Yang Jian raised his spear and leaped into the air, floating around him with black flames swirling and burning. His Ghost Eyes remained fixed on the priest.

Regardless of whether the priest chooses to intercept Ghost Lake or the headless ghost, there will be a momentary opening, which Yang Jian can use to use the black fire to decide the outcome of the battle.

But at that moment, in the center of that eerie white light, a huge, bizarre human face appeared.

The face was expressionless, simply gazing silently at a magnificent city in the distant sky.

"Heaven?"

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly. This level of ghost domain was in no way inferior to the Ghost Eye.

Then, something strange happened.

The priest slowly turned his head to look at Yang Jian.

No, that's not right! Yang Jian was surprised to find that the priest hadn't moved at all; he was still standing there, completely still.

But strangely, it gave Yang Jian the illusion that he was turning his head. This feeling was extremely unnatural, yet strangely real.

As this bizarre sense of disorientation intensifies, it seems that a certain medium has been activated, and deadly attacks follow one after another.

Yang Jian's thoughts suddenly froze, as if abruptly stopped by this strange action. In that instant, he completely ceased all movement.

The next second, as if he had been hit head-on by a truck, a bright red line of blood exploded in mid-air, and Yang Jian flew dozens of meters away, crashing heavily to the ground. He slid along the ground for several seconds before finally coming to a stop.

The flesh and blood rapidly granulated, then detached and rotted, the entire body crumbling inch by inch from head to toe.

Yang Jian activated the reboot the moment he was sent flying backward, but it still couldn't stop this bizarre attack. The decay didn't stop, and his body continued to collapse.

However, the priest's attacks did not disappear with the restart.

A dense red light covered Yang Jian's body, forcing him to repeatedly restart himself in an attempt to evade this certain death attack.

"Supernatural elements combined... but this number is a bit too far beyond what's comprehensible."

Slowly standing up, the attacks continued unabated. Apart from the supernatural supernatural factors, Yang Jian couldn't think of any other way to achieve this situation.

Look at that eerie white light.

Deep within the light, a gigantic human face was gazing upon him.

"It wasn't that priest looking at me just now, it was this face. The reason why rebooting can't avoid this certain death is because the medium is constantly operating. As long as this face is looking at me, the attacks against me won't stop."

Yang Jian was thinking rapidly. He reacted quickly and in a short moment figured out how this strange attack method was accomplished.

"Wait! What's that?!"

With his gaze fixed on the distant "heaven," Yang Jian discovered that without the watchful eyes of human faces, this so-called "heaven" was rapidly disintegrating.

Buildings are collapsing, streets are crumbling, and people in the city are rapidly decaying.

The entire kingdom of heaven is decaying rapidly.

(End of this chapter)