Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 241 Forgetting (Part 1)

A stack of oily-looking logs was handed to Ye Zhen.

Upon closer inspection, the logbook was not made of ordinary paper, but rather appeared to be made from the skin of a corpse, with traces of the corpse's grease remaining on it.

"Information about him can only be recorded on this human skin. Remember to return it after you're done."

Ye Zhen took the document without saying a word, only glancing at Wang Xiaoming before preparing to leave.

"and many more!"

Wang Xiaoming suddenly called out to Ye Zhen.

"Is there anything else?" Ye Zhen turned around.

Wang Xiaoming's expression grew increasingly grim as his gaze fell upon the half-finished diary.

"Something's wrong; the diary isn't working."

Suddenly, words began to appear frantically on the diary, very messy, and it seemed to have been written in a hurry.

The text was in black and white, giving it an eerie and sinister feel.

"I am Shen Lin, I failed. This ghost is too special."

"I almost got lost in the endless invasions of the past."

"I understand now. The reason the diary could record Li Leping's story is because the moment it was written, the diary exists within that specific time period."

"This ghost has started invading the past using the diary's properties, and I can't stop it."

"It was right not to let the real me confront this ghost. With the help of the music box, I managed to limit the number of ghosts to one."

"An unsolvable invasion; the timeline has changed under its influence and the diary's effects."

"Wang Xiaoming, when you see this text, be very careful. It has begun to invade the minds of everyone who has ever kept a diary."

Ye Zhen stared at the words on the diary, a rare seriousness in his eyes.

I glanced around at the surroundings. Nothing had changed, but an indescribable atmosphere was gradually spreading.

Ye Zhen said coldly, "Something is coming."

Wang Xiaoming, meanwhile, was deep in thought with his brows furrowed.

"Shen Lin... but the timing doesn't match; he shouldn't be showing up around this time."

He adjusted the frame of his glasses.

"Invading the past and the future?"

"What's the meaning."

Ye Zhen had already drawn the long sword, and the atmosphere around them was becoming increasingly unsettling.

Wang Xiaoming was right beside him; the lights in the headquarters remained unchanged, and there was no smell in the air.

But he could sense that something was about to arrive.

An oppressive atmosphere hung over the house, and that indescribable feeling grew stronger and stronger, even Wang Xiaoming, an ordinary person, could feel it.

After a moment of contemplation, Wang Xiaoming spoke.

"It failed. My plan failed, but not now, but in the future."

"Shen Lin, who possesses the music box, shouldn't be unable to stop a ghost."

"Unless that ghost's level of terror has exceeded common sense, even far surpassing that of a starving ghost or a ghost painting."

Gripping the sword hilt, Ye Zhen stood still, his lifeless eyes scanning his surroundings. He was almost certain that some terrifying being was invading through a medium.

"Come on, I'll take you to the safe house."

"No"

Wang Xiaoming shook his head, took out a special phone, and dialed a number.

"Use that landline to contact Yang Jian and Li Leping and immediately provide support to headquarters."

Then he turned to Ye Zhen and said.

"We had already failed the moment Shen Lin's writing appeared. Location didn't matter; the ghost was using the characteristics of the diary to specifically infiltrate us."

Wang Xiaoming analyzed Shen Lin's information almost instantly. "No matter where I am, that ghost can always find me through the diary, and Shen Lin has limited the number of ghosts to one, which means..."

He took out a dark red candle.

"We can only act after we stop that ghost's first attack, otherwise it will all be in vain."

"understood."

Ye Zhen suddenly plunged his longsword into the ground, then threw three ghost candles to Wang Xiaoming.

"This thing is of little use to me."

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a series of buzzing sounds, a nearly transparent ghostly aura spread out, thick and viscous, quickly enveloping the two of them.

"Don't die."

After saying this, Ye Zhen withdrew from the Ghost Realm. He was going to face the vengeful ghost alone. As long as he could withstand the first attack, he could successfully escape.

Okawa City.

'Zhao Lei? What are you doing here? What are you muttering to yourself while looking at this newspaper?'

Woolen cloth.'

The man patted Zhao Lei on the shoulder.

The movement, though light, was like a nail, pulling him back to reality from his reverie.

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing..."

She looked up at the strange man in front of her.

How did I end up in this place, and who is this man?

Suddenly, Li Leping's expression changed. His confused eyes instantly cleared, and he raised his hand to cover Zhao Lei's face with the newspaper.

"Something's happened. Where is Yang Jian?"

"Drip-drip-"

The satellite phone in Li Leping's arms suddenly rang. He answered, and Cao Yanhua's voice came from the other end.

"Headquarters has been hacked. Professor Wang and Ye Zhen are trapped on the third basement level. Return to headquarters immediately to provide support."

He hung up the phone hastily after finishing his sentence.

Before Zhao Lei could recover from his lost memories, Yang Jian's voice came from behind him.

"Li Leping, what have you done?"

Holding a long, pale white spear, Yang Jian walked over from a distance.

Li Leping paused for a moment, quickly organizing his thoughts.

"Wang Xiaoming planned to help me get rid of the vengeful ghost in room 301. The plan failed, but he succeeded halfway. The vengeful ghost is not attacking me now, and I have successfully woken up."

"But an uncontrollable change has occurred. That ghost's ability is to invade the past. In the future, it invaded the present through a diary. Judging from the phone call from headquarters just now, it should have contacted Wang Xiaoming. The timeline of the entire Dachuan City is now in chaos. Abandon this city and go to headquarters to support Wang Xiaoming."

Yang Jian looked at the spear in his hand. He clearly remembered his fight with the priest and Ye Zhen being suppressed by the coffin nails.

The long spear in his hand is the best proof.

But Li Leping and Ye Zhen suddenly disappeared, and he only realized something was wrong when headquarters called.

Yang Jian guessed that it was because of the black fire that he avoided this time-related attack, which is why he did not disappear here.

Although Zhao Lei was also pulled into the woods by Yang Jian, the black fire was also reviving, so he was probably pushed out.

However, this sense of dislocation in the timeline made Yang Jian feel strangely uncomfortable, as if he had been stripped away from this point in time.

But that's what the supernatural is like: unknown, devoid of any logic or common sense, and full of uncertainty.

Amidst the supernatural clashes of several team leaders, a terrifying ghost far exceeding the norm invades the past, creating a chaotic timeline for the entire city.

An intense crimson light shot into the sky, rapidly advancing from Dachuan City towards the headquarters.

Yang Jian didn't waste any words. What's done is done, and now all he could do was go and support headquarters. At least for now, Wang Xiaoming couldn't die.

(End of this chapter)