Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 244 Comrades (Part 1)

"Ok?"

Ye Zhen raised his head and looked at the gradually solidifying dark red phantom.

The female corpse stood in the void, her red veil slightly lowered, her wedding dress fluttering without wind. Her originally blurry outline gradually became clearer as she struggled against the old man, as if she were being forced to reveal herself by some external force.

Ye Zhen merely used the bracelet's supernatural power to transfer the attack onto the female corpse, but now the female corpse is using this transfer to attack Ye Zhen in return.

"They've launched a counter-intrusion?"

A hint of surprise flashed across his face, but he quickly realized what was happening.

"That's right. The killing pattern of this female corpse has never ended; it's been ongoing, only trapped in a cycle of supernatural conflict."

He grabbed Wang Xiaoming again and shoved him aside. Wang Xiaoming crashed to the ground and rolled several times.

However, it wasn't Ye Zhen's intention; he wanted to verify his conjecture.

This time, the old man stood still without making any move and did not continue to follow Wang Xiaoming.

A confrontation between the two ghosts has begun.

"The female corpse was supposed to be caught in a cycle of conflict with the post office and the marriage certificate, but now this ghost has interfered, disrupting the natural order. The female corpse has started attacking me again, but the old man has stopped the attack this time..."

The female corpse's figure became increasingly realistic, seemingly about to invade, but whenever its form was about to solidify, the black and white color around the old man would suddenly surge, suppressing it once again.

"A new supernatural balance is formed between the two ghosts."

Stalemate, deathly silence.

An eerie silence fell over the entire space.

Ye Zhen looked at the two ghosts who were frozen in place. No matter how terrifying the ghosts were, they always followed the three laws of the supernatural and could never do anything that violated their own killing rules.

When faced with a supernatural confrontation, ghosts do not think, so they do not choose to avoid it or use other methods; they can only passively endure the process.

However, Ye Zhen was very clear that this temporary balance established through grafting was extremely unstable.

Ye Zhen transferred the old man's attack to herself through the bracelet, while the female corpse took the old man's attack as a substitute for Ye Zhen.

The supernatural is layered and accumulated.

As time goes on, the inevitable rule of death will only increase.

This means that the balance will be broken if either side moves too fast.

Once either side gains the upper hand, the inevitable rule of death will finally be triggered in an instant, and Ye Zhen and Wang Xiaoming will die immediately.

"Crack."

A crisp cracking sound came from the bracelet on Ye Zhen's wrist.
The bracelet, which was already broken and had been forcibly pieced together by Ye Zhen, broke apart again, its surface covered with spiderweb-like cracks and its luster dull.

Ye Zhen lowered his gaze.

"No, someone has to get involved and bring the female corpse over completely, otherwise we can't fight this old man with just the medium."

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Zhen picked up the longsword that had already stopped working on the ground, pointed it at his chest, and made one last attempt.

For Ye Zhen now, Wang Xiaoming is far more important than himself. There are at least five Ghost Tamers of his caliber in the headquarters, and there is no other talent in the world as special as Wang Xiaoming.

He was willing to risk his life to protect Wang Xiaoming.

A crazy idea flashed through my mind.

He wanted to take the place of the female corpse and participate in the cycle of the marriage certificate in order to completely liberate the female corpse and fight against this terrifying old man.

Although it was just a fleeting thought, it was extremely risky. If it failed, he might be trapped in the cycle forever, but there was no time for him to think about it now.

At that very moment, as Ye Zhen made up his mind to face death.

A chilling laugh drifted faintly from afar, seemingly tinged with a weak sob. It was eerie; the sound seemed to come from near and far, and upon closer listening, it sounded like someone whispering in one's ear.

Immediately afterwards, a crimson streak appeared from the far distance, moving so fast that it was difficult for dynamic vision to capture, and the air made a tearing sound.

A jet-black flame suddenly ignited, coiling around the extremely crimson edge.

“Tick-tock.”

Ye Zhen looked down sharply and saw that a large patch of water had seeped into the ground, already submerging his ankles. It was cold and deathly silent.

"Step aside!"

Before the sound arrived, the ghost realm had already been reached.

A long spear, interwoven with crimson and white, flew straight back.

There was a loud "Bang!"

Ye Zhen suddenly felt his hand go empty, and the old man in his hand was pulled away by a tremendous force.

Looking back, the old man was pierced through the front by the spear and slammed into the wall with irresistible force.

The wall was cracked, and dust was scattered everywhere.

All of this happened so fast that Wang Xiaoming hadn't even stood up yet.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, everyone finally saw that the old man was nailed to the wall and remained motionless.

At the end of the spear was a rusty coffin nail, deeply embedded in the old man's chest.

At the same time, the black flames had spread to the female corpse and were burning wildly. The already incomplete medium completely dissipated at this moment.

Yang Jian forcibly interrupted the supernatural clash between the two ghosts.

"Wow"

Ye Zhen suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and knelt on the ground. He was in extremely poor condition, with lividity rapidly covering his entire body and his pale bones exposed.

Simultaneously enduring attacks from two terrifyingly powerful ghosts caused his condition to deteriorate rapidly; the supernatural power of the scapegoat was no longer keeping up with the speed of the two ghosts' attacks.

The old man was nailed to the wall and remained motionless.

Even such a terrifying being is powerless against the coffin nails.

Yang Jian stood next to Ye Zhen, looking at the old man not far away whose coffin nails were stuck in the wall. The suppression had taken effect, but strangely, the medium was still there.

The white candlelight, resembling lividity, still filled the area around Wang Xiaoming.

"Li Leping, make your move."

As soon as he finished speaking, plumes of acrid black smoke billowed in from the doorway, and a blurry figure could be vaguely seen approaching Wang Xiaoming.

He raised his hand and gently touched Wang Xiaoming's body. The moment he made contact, the ghost candle's pale light suddenly disappeared.

"Ok?"

Wang Xiaoming looked at the ghost candle in his hand. He had clearly thrown it on the ground, but he couldn't remember when he picked it up again.

However, after seeing Li Leping's face, he immediately realized what had happened.

Then, a series of bitter laughs mixed with sobs quickly approached. It was Zhao Lei, who ran to Wang Xiaoming's side and stood guard beside him.

"Professor Wang, are you alright?"

Although Zhao Lei had never met Wang Xiaoming, he had heard of him before, and even without Yang Jian's orders, he knew what he should do.

(End of this chapter)