Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 243 Forgotten (The End)

A cold light flashed briefly in the hall.

Ye Zhen raised his longsword and thrust it at the old man in front of him without any hesitation.

But something unexpected happened.

As the longsword drew closer, a strange noise enveloped its rusty surface.

The moment the sword made contact with the old man, starting from the tip, the entire longsword was rapidly assimilated into black and white, its surface darkening as if soaked in ink, and began to spread towards Ye Zhen's arm.

"Boom!"

The longsword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a dull thud.

A hint of surprise flashed in Ye Zhen's eyes.

That sword was an amalgamation of two ghosts, a supernatural weapon capable of directly confronting captain-level figures, but now, it has gone mad simply by touching the old man.

Wang Xiaoming lay on the ground, struggled to turn over, and finally managed to get up.

The impact of being thrown by Ye Zhen had left him in pain all over, but he didn't look at Ye Zhen. Instead, he took out a candle from his pocket.

"Snap." He lit the ghost candle in his hand.

The fire started.

The eerie green color immediately spread, forming a dim green light in the hall, surrounding Wang Xiaoming.

But the flame of the ghost candle burned exceptionally steadily, without any loss of energy.

Wang Xiaoming frowned as he watched the ghost candle burn at a rate that showed almost no loss.

"This speed is impossible. For an existence of this level, a ghost candle can only last for ten seconds at most."

The old man moved as soon as he finished speaking.

Its movements were extremely slow, yet it closed the distance in an instant.

This was an action that defied common sense and logic; it appeared abruptly in front of Wang Xiaoming without any transition or process.

"careful!"

Ye Zhen's voice rang out from the side, and almost at the same time, he reached out and grabbed the old man's arm tightly.

The black and white color spreads from the point of contact.

In just a fleeting moment of contact, Ye Zhen's entire arm began to lose its color, the black and white hues rapidly spreading until they enveloped his entire body in the blink of an eye. The bright red blood beneath his skin receded, and his body cooled.

His body was fading, blending into the black and white environment around him.

However, the attacks continued, and the ghost candles had no effect on the old man.

"Light another ghost candle."

"That's not necessary."

Wang Xiaoming stood still, not moving at all. He looked around at the eerie green flames that were rapidly turning pale, and the blood-red ghost candle in his hand was gradually turning black.

"It's not that it had no effect, but rather that the ghost candle had been compromised."

Wang Xiaoming's tone remained calm. Even in this life-or-death moment, he was still analyzing the murder patterns of the terrifying old man before him.

Although the killing pattern was simple and brutal, the level of terror was ridiculously high. Ye Zhen alone could not protect him from this unsolvable invasion.

"For beings of this level, the rules of killing are no longer important; they can kill people simply by virtue of their supernatural and terrifying level."

Ye Zhen groaned; his condition was extremely dire, and the scapegoat was almost unable to keep up with the speed of the invasion.

"If you're going to die, take out whatever else you have."

He gripped the old man's arm tightly, while his body flashed wildly, switching between black and white and color.

"You go."

Wang Xiaoming watched Ye Zhen's retreating figure.

"I have no other options left."

Ye Zhen turned his head with difficulty to look at Wang Xiaoming. He simply did not believe that someone like Wang Xiaoming would not have a backup plan. Even when the three S-level vengeful ghosts in Dajing City went out of control, he still handled the situation with ease. "No means no."

Wang Xiaoming looked at him calmly; the surrounding firelight had completely turned white.

“Any plan is based on information and intelligence, but this ghost has invaded the present with the plan already completed in the future, which is equivalent to it skipping the intermediate steps.”

The ghost candle in his hand had turned completely black. Wang Xiaoming casually tossed it away, his tone still unhurried.

"I am a human being, and it is impossible for me to predict things that have not yet happened without any information."

Wang Xiaoming took a USB drive out of his shirt pocket and handed it to Ye Zhen.

He continued, "So you should go."

Ye Zhen didn't take it; his gaze remained fixed on the terrifying old man before him. This sheer overwhelming power in terms of supernatural level left him helpless.

"At this point in time, anyone can die, but you can't."

With difficulty, Ye Zhen raised his hand and took out a pair of bracelets that had been broken in two.

This is a supernatural prop that Yang Jian and he used together during the ghost marriage incident in Dahai City. There are two bracelets in total, which have the effect of diverting supernatural attacks.

The semi-transparent ghostly aura around her slowly receded, merging the two broken bracelets together and putting them on her wrist, while tossing the other one to Wang Xiaoming.

"Put it on."

Wang Xiaoming glanced at the bracelet; there was no time left for him to analyze it. Even a second's hesitation would cause Ye Zhen's plan to fail.

He grabbed the bracelet and fastened it to his wrist.

The moment the bracelet was put on his wrist, the old man stopped and slowly turned his gaze toward Ye Zhen.

The target of the attack has been moved.

The old man suddenly turned his head, and the black and white erosion began to accelerate on Ye Zhen's body. His body surface seemed to shimmer, and the color kept switching between dark and light.

Suddenly, a dark red hue appeared in the air.

A dark red phantom stood silently behind Ye Zhen.

Upon closer inspection, it was a female corpse, dressed in a wedding gown with a red cloth covering her head, as if she were a bride waiting to be married.

The appearance of the female corpse caused the surrounding colors to freeze abruptly, and the attack was once again grafted onto the scene.

At this moment, it is a battle between two ghosts. As long as Ye Zhen can keep the bracelet intact, this supernatural battle can continue indefinitely.

But this situation didn't seem to last long. As time went by, the dark red wedding dress on the female corpse gradually became dull and faded, and even the bracelet on Wang Xiaoming's wrist was fading.

"Still can't do it?... "

Ye Zhen stared at the old man. Although there were two other ghosts inside him that he hadn't used, they wouldn't have much effect on the old man.

He's practically exhausted all his trump cards. If this still doesn't stop him, he might really die here today.

As Ye Zhen grafted the attack onto the female corpse, a strange change occurred in another place.

In an unknown, supernatural space.

It was a five-story building in the style of the Republic of China era.

A neon sign hangs above the main gate.

"Ghost Post Office"

On the fifth floor of the post office, a man holding a large knife stared at a winding path outside.

At the end of the path, a female corpse that had been kneeling and rising suddenly stopped.

An abnormal black and white color slowly covered the female corpse, but then quickly dissipated.

Suddenly, the female corpse stopped, her figure gradually dissipating, as if she would completely leave this space in the next second.

The man stood there for a moment, seemingly deep in thought.

He then turned around, picked up his large knife, and disappeared into the dark post office.

(End of this chapter)