Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 234 Forgotten (Twenty-One)

"Yang Jian, what are you doing standing behind me?"

Ye Zhen turned around and looked at Yang Jian, just in time to see the gun pointed at his buttocks.

"Damn it! Move that stick away from my ass, you bastard!"

Yang Jian did not turn around, still staring at Li Leping, and a ball of black flame suddenly burned along the spear.

"Yang Jian, are you deaf? Why are you spouting nonsense at the thin air behind me?"

"Air?"

Yang Jian uttered a questioning sound.

"What air?"

As if it were always meant to be, the person in front of Yang Jian disappeared, as if he had never existed there at all.

"It happened!"

Yang Jian turned around abruptly, his attention momentarily diverted by his conversation with Ye Zhen.

But during that brief gap, Li Leping disappeared.

This strange forgetfulness is impossible to guard against, and even Yang Jian, who has ghost dreams, has to keep a close eye on Li Leping at all times.

Because controlling a vengeful spirit and having a vengeful spirit that obeys your commands are two completely different concepts, even if Yang Jian relaxes for just a moment, this man will disappear from his memory.

The ghostly domain spread, instantly covering the entire sky.

Although Yang Jian reacted quickly, he was still a step too late.

In front of Ye Zhen was Li Leping's withered body, his arms stiffly lowered, his palms empty.

On Ye Zhen's forehead, a rusty coffin nail was embedded, its tip completely piercing his head, leaving only a look of horror on Ye Zhen's face.

"when."

All the supernatural phenomena suddenly stopped, and the countless swords in the sky vanished instantly; the suppression had taken effect.

Ye Zhen plummeted straight down from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

Without Ye Zhen's obstruction, the priest's white light rapidly covered the area, illuminating the entire sky.

Yang Jian glanced coldly at the priest. If it were just now, he might have found it troublesome, but after the supernatural clash with Ye Zhen, the priest was now close to his limit.

A deep crimson light rose, forcing the white light back, and the cold rain immediately gathered into a towering wave that swept towards the priest.

“John George, what I said still stands. Take your men and leave. We have no grudges between us.”

Yang Jian's tone was icy.

"This is the last warning. If you take another step forward, I will kill you and destroy the heavenly kingdom behind you, including that little girl."

After saying that, Yang Jian ignored the priest and rushed towards Ye Zhen, who was falling continuously.

"A little girl?!"

The priest paused for a moment, then turned to look in the direction of heaven.

Underneath the ruins, a frail girl was trapped among the rubble, her legs smashed to pieces, and her face covered in blood.

But she was very strong. It seemed that she knew the priest had encountered a formidable opponent, and she didn't utter a single sound.

"Annie!"

The priest's expression changed drastically, and he immediately rushed over.

"Father, sob sob sob."

The girl finally couldn't hold on any longer; tears mixed with dust streamed down her face, but she still shouted:
"Don't worry about me! You promised Annie you'd save everyone! You promised Annie you'd be alright after tonight!"

The giant face in the white light slowly rotated, facing the direction of heaven again. The collapsed buildings began to recede, and everything slowly returned to its original state.

The priest rushed forward, hugged the little girl, and looked at her with remorse in his eyes.

"Didn't we agree to stay there and not come out no matter what happens?"

The little girl looked up, sobbing, "Liar, sob sob sob, the priest is a big liar!"

She kept pounding on the priest's chest, until finally, as if she had finally exhausted herself, she lowered her head and spoke in a weak voice.

"The priest is a big liar."

John George's face regained its vitality. He smiled at the girl, his voice full of affection. "Let's go back. I'm sure I can save everyone. If you misbehave again, I'll lock you up there forever."

The white light slowly receded, and the outline of the heavenly kingdom gradually faded away, disappearing completely into the air.

ground.

Yang Jian appeared beside Ye Zhen, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, as dead as could be.

But Yang Jian knew very well that as soon as the coffin nails were pulled out, Ye Zhen would immediately restart. Having taken control of the scapegoat, it would be very difficult to kill him.

Especially after the destruction of Dahai City, Ye Zhen's scapegoat had a more stable target to shift attacks, thanks to the marriage certificate and the female corpse.

It can be said that within the current paranormal community, no one can truly kill him.

Ye Zhen squatted down, his hand stopping as he reached for the coffin nails. Li Leping was standing there in front of Ye Zhen, unnoticed.

Yang Jian was momentarily dazed, and when he looked at Ye Zhen's forehead again, the coffin nail had disappeared.

"Sure enough, Li Leping is still conscious."

Yang Jian's previous guess was correct. Li Leping was able to maintain his remaining consciousness because of the coffin nails. He must have done something to himself with the coffin nails, which is why he took them back.

However, this state is extremely unstable; the attack on Ye Zhen just now showed that Li Leping was about to give up.

With the coffin nails no longer pressing down on him, Ye Zhen suddenly opened his eyes and flipped himself up with a somersault.

"Where is Li Leping?!"

He roared and looked around.

"What kind of skill is a sneak attack! If you have the guts, come out and fight me one-on-one!"

"Stop barking."

Yang Jian said coldly from the side.

He looked towards the spot where the priest had been standing in the distance. The priest had left, and the man covered with a blanket had been taken away with him.

"Yang Jian, what do you mean? Do you think I can't beat him?"

Ye Zhen stepped forward, his face full of resentment.

Yang Jian was too lazy to waste words with Ye Zhen in this state; saying anything more would be useless.

Li Leping is currently in a very confused state, and he also has a coffin nail in his hand. If you're not careful, he could nail you to your death.

Turning to look at 301, the wooden door had been smashed by Ye Zhen earlier, and it was pitch black inside, with nothing visible.

Ye Zhen, however, picked up his sword and was about to go inside.

Yang Jian stopped him, "Stop, you might die if you go in."

Ye Zhen raised an eyebrow. "Death? The one who can kill me hasn't been born yet."

"What if it were that coffin nail from before?"

Ye Zhen's face stiffened, and his lips twitched. "That was an accident, okay! Do you even know what an accident is? Li Leping is too cunning. He didn't even shout out his moves. Otherwise, would I have fallen for it?"

However, despite saying that, he still stopped.

Trying to be brave is useless; when you're facing a coffin nail, touching it means certain death, there's no other outcome.

Especially with Li Leping in control, it was impossible to know when or from which direction the attack would come.

As Ye Zhen said, Li Leping, who possessed the coffin nail, was incredibly cunning.

Suddenly, a wisp of water vapor with an eerie green glow drifted out from the pitch-black room 301.

Something's changed; it's Li Jun's doing.

"Li Jun?"

Ye Zhen raised his hand and touched the moisture. The cool touch made him immediately withdraw his hand, but in that less than a second of contact, his entire palm disappeared.

"When did that old fogey Li Jun become so strong?"

"Ye Zhen, cooperate with me."

Yang Jian squatted down and pulled a white candle from the Ghost Lake.

(End of this chapter)