Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 245 Comrades (Part Two)

Wang Xiaoming nodded to Zhao Lei as a greeting, and then he began to think.

Ye Zhen desperately stalled for time, and actually managed to hold out until Yang Jian and the others arrived. With the coffin nails pinning him down, the old man had no chance of moving.

Now that the situation has stabilized, he needs to make further plans.

He quickly analyzed and organized all the events that had occurred.

He rubbed his shoulder; Ye Zhen had thrown him twice, and his whole body ached. "Yang Jian, tell me, what exactly happened in Dachuan City?"

"A vengeful ghost that can invade across time, Li Leping's loss of control, and his current state are all caused by it."

Pointing to the old man, Yang Jian made no attempt to hide anything, revealing everything that had happened, including the abnormalities he himself had experienced.

The situation in Dachuan City is completely different from that in the museum. The museum is in a stable and controllable state, while Dachuan City, and the vengeful ghost in front of him, could take his life at any moment.

He's not stupid; hiding information at a time like this would only make his death more miserable.

Time passed by, and Yang Jian's language was very concise and efficient. In just two or three minutes, he recounted everything he had experienced in Dachuan City from beginning to end.

Of course, he didn't mention any details about his supernatural weapon.

The air fell silent once more.

Everyone present fell silent after hearing this. No one had expected that a ghost could be so terrifying. This almost cheating intrusion ability shocked everyone present.

Their invasion from the future has completely exceeded their existing understanding of this world.

Ye Zhen, in particular, never expected that even his supernatural ability as a scapegoat would be unable to escape this kind of erasure on a temporal level.

If he wasn't mistaken, everyone except Yang Jian died in the future. It was only because of the nature of the diary that the timeline was disrupted, so they could start over and fight this terrifying old man again in a different way.

There was a long silence.

The terrifying old man was completely still under the weight of the coffin nails.

Yang Jian was very decisive and efficient. He walked over, took out a golden body bag, and slowly stuffed the old man's body into it.

"Captain, something's not right."

Zhao Lei's voice suddenly rang out, his three faces constantly observing the surroundings.

"The colors are still there."

Following his gaze, everyone looked around. On the dim wall, the eerie black and white color, though extremely faded, had not completely disappeared.

The strange sense of oppression still lingered in everyone's hearts. The lights remained dim, occasionally flickering and making a "poof" sound.

The matter is not over yet. Everyone knows that the terrifying old man cannot be reasoned with, and it is not so simple to completely imprison him.

Even though it has now been encased in gold, no one can guarantee that it won't invade again at some point in the future.

Wang Xiaoming's voice turned serious as he said, "It's the supernatural superposition that's superimposing itself. We've only restricted this one. Shen Lin is fighting against the others, but he probably won't be able to hold out for much longer."

Standing in the shadows, Li Leping listened to Wang Xiaoming's analysis and silently pulled out a rusty coffin nail from behind his back. He understood that superimposed supernatural phenomena were not impossible, unless a special solution was found or all the superimposed vengeful spirits were imprisoned; otherwise, the attacks would never stop.

Yang Jian's gaze was solemn. This feeling made him very uncomfortable. Standing here was like waiting to die, as if a terrifying old man could appear at any moment and kill him.

He noticed Li Leping's actions and said coldly:

"The medium is still there. For this kind of existence, even adding ten more coffin nails would be useless. Starting from its own superposition, every superposition of ghosts is the source, and every one of them is real. We need to find other ways to completely suppress this pattern."

They don't have much time left. Although the supernatural supernatural layering of the vengeful ghosts is not something that a ghost tamer can actively control, it will eventually be completed.

By then it will be too late to come up with other solutions.

Wang Xiaoming frowned, his face no longer showing its usual calm. After a moment of thought, as if organizing his thoughts, he said:

"Take it back to Room 301 in Dachuan City along with the diary. There, the timeline no longer has a past or future. There, the ghost's killing patterns can be perfectly restrained, and he can no longer attack me from the timeline."

Ye Zhen stood up. He had recovered. With the help of a scapegoat, he could recover in the shortest amount of time as long as he wasn't killed instantly.

He nodded and said, "It's worth a try. Even if we fail, the consequences won't be unbearable. At least that place can limit its outrageous methods of invasion."

Just as everyone was discussing the matter...

Without any warning, a strange chill suddenly enveloped everyone.

In everyone's memory, they were standing here just like they are today, but what's terrifying is that a scene suddenly appeared.

Countless elderly people suddenly appeared in my memory, overlapping, piling up, and covering each other, like an ocean sweeping across the entire headquarters.

Then, an axe fell from the sky, tearing the memory to shreds and erasing it completely.

Shen Lin tore this memory apart, the medium that sustained the old man's existence disappeared, and its number became one again.

Immediately afterwards, a man whose body was half-burnt but was still bubbling with water was thrown out of the memory.

Zhao Lei was the first to react, and whispered, "Li Jun!"

He recognized the face, even though Li Jun was almost unrecognizable. Li Jun was in extremely poor condition at this moment; he must have risked his life again to restrain the old man.

With Li Jun's appearance, Shen Lin, whose body was covered in black and white lividity, appeared on the ground, just as everyone remembered. He caught the falling axe and solemnly said to Wang Xiaoming:
"I failed. I was too confident in the music box's condition; the number of ghosts is gradually increasing."

At that very moment, the instant Shen Lin finished speaking, a withered, blackish-white hand suddenly reached out from beside Wang Xiaoming and grabbed at him.

Shen Lin had been staring intently at Wang Xiaoming. The moment the old man appeared, he took action, swinging his axe in a backhand strike.

At the same time, Li Jun's will-o'-the-wisps swept along the axe.

However, this only slowed down the old man's movements.

The withered hand was still slowly reaching out to Wang Xiaoming.

(End of this chapter)