Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 247 Comrades (Part 4)

The woman in the cheongsam hesitated for a moment, but still walked out. She trusted Li Yi a lot; it was Li Yi who brought her out in Dahai City last time.

She was even more shocked when she heard that the entire Dahai City had been destroyed. She didn't know what had happened back then, but Li Yi had saved her life, so this time, she chose to believe in Li Yi as well.

With the arrival of the two, some people behind the doors began to stir, but no one dared to take that step.

They were terrified of being killed by Zhang Xianguang.

Since the discovery of the female corpse at the post office entrance, the post office has been completely closed.

No one knows where the woman's corpse came from; it simply remained at the end of that winding path, sometimes standing still, sometimes suddenly kneeling. But no one dared to approach it.

It was at that moment that the man carrying the long knife appeared, and he drove everyone down to the first floor.

Some people resisted, especially the few on the fifth floor. They only needed to deliver a few more letters to leave, so naturally they were unwilling to go downstairs. Moreover, they believed they had mastered the post office's routines and dared to test the building's limits.

Without exception, they were all killed by him.

After that night, the entire post office fell silent. The remaining mail carriers were filled with dread. Although they were no longer tasked with delivering mail, they were living in the same building as a god of death every day, and everyone was afraid that they would be the next to die.

In the corridor on the first floor, Li Yi and Liu Qingqing stood side by side.

They stood in front of the wall covered with oil paintings, observing them quietly.

These paintings are old; the edges of the canvases are yellowed, and the frames are loose, making them seem out of place for this era.

They had never looked at these paintings so closely before, but since Zhang Xianguang arrived, the people in the paintings seemed to come alive, and even the expressions of some of the people in the paintings changed.

Li Yi said, "These people seem to still possess consciousness; they must exist through some kind of supernatural means."

"How about we discuss this with a few more people? The Eagles are pretty good; more people mean more ideas."

Liu Qingqing looked around for a long time but couldn't figure it out. There was a female corpse constantly replaying in the memory at the door, and a murderous god who would kill people at the slightest provocation inside the post office. Staying here was torture in itself.

At this moment, Li Yi walked straight to a painting, in which the person looked exactly like Zhang Xianguang.

"If you can hear me, I'd like to exchange information with you."

This sounded somewhat absurd. Liu Qingqing frowned slightly, but did not interrupt him.

"Although I don't know why you look exactly like that person, you and the other people in the painting were watching him when he went out just now. I think you must be conscious."

As he said this, he subconsciously touched a broken bronze artifact in his pocket, which looked like a knife-shaped coin.

"I must leave this place within ten days, or I will surely die. In exchange, I will tell you a way that may perfectly resolve the existence of the vengeful ghost."

As he spoke, he suddenly took a half step, his hips slightly lowered, and he assumed an extremely standard martial arts stance.

The posture is clean and neat, which looks extremely comfortable and has a natural feel to it.

He resembled a seasoned boxer who had honed his skills for over a decade. His aura was as steady as a rock, his killing intent solid and unwavering, even surpassing that of a seasoned master.

The next instant, he threw a punch, his entire body becoming blurred due to the speed.

A muffled thud followed, and the sound of air exploding echoed through the narrow corridor, sending dust flying.

The platform in front of him shattered into pieces, scattering debris across the ground.

Liu Qingqing, who was standing next to him, was completely stunned. She stared in disbelief, as this was the first time she had ever seen Li Yi in this state.

Li Yi ignored Liu Qingqing beside him; he couldn't care less about anything else now.

On one hand, he was genuinely terrified of Zhang Xianguang. He sensed that Zhang Xianguang was desperately searching for something, but was bound to accidentally injure him. Although Zhang Xianguang's martial arts were nothing more than child's play in his eyes, he knew he would definitely die when faced with that long sword.

On the other hand, this world is too bizarre and strange, filled with all sorts of illogical and deadly supernatural phenomena.

He even suspected that even if he improved his current state ten thousand times, encountering a ghost would still mean certain death.

Time was of the essence, and facing a life-or-death moment, he had no choice but to do this.

Thinking of this, Li Yi continued, "This kind of power does not exist here. I think you can see that I did not use any supernatural power. This is something I did purely with my physical body."

After saying that, he stood still and did nothing else, quietly waiting for a possible response.

Liu Qingqing was also standing to the side. She looked at Li Yi with disbelief in her eyes. She had always thought that she and Li Yi were just ordinary people who had accidentally wandered into this place, but now it seemed that things might not be as simple as she thought.

Time passed by minute by minute.

"Did I guess wrong?" Li Yi murmured softly.

Just as he was about to give up, a sudden wave of sleepiness washed over him. His eyelids felt incredibly heavy, as if they were filled with lead, and he felt as if they would close completely at any moment.

"Oh no! When did this killing pattern trigger?!"

He mustered his strength and, with the last vestige of his clarity, suddenly grabbed Liu Qingqing's wrist, about to turn and run into the room.

But the moment he turned around, he froze, standing there in shock.

The post office was still the same post office, but its style had changed drastically. The floor was clean, the lights were bright, and the bloodstains on the walls were gone. It was so clean it was almost unbelievable.

He could even see the floors above the post office when he looked up.

Even more bizarrely, there were people in the corridor, all sorts of people watching him.

There were old people, young people, and children; at a glance, there were at least thirty people.

This is not the post office he was in just now.

The air was eerily quiet; everyone seemed to be waiting for Li Yi to speak first.

Li Yi was still somewhat dazed. The knife and coins in his pocket were still there, but he had completely lost all sense of their presence. Apart from his martial arts skills, everything else about his body had vanished.

In other words, at best, he is just an ordinary person who knows a little martial arts.

"Clap."

The silence was broken by the crisp sound of a chess piece falling.

Li Yi looked over at the sound and saw two men playing Go not far away. Black and white stones crisscrossed, and a sense of impending doom lurked everywhere.

One of them was Zhang Xianguang.

However, this Zhang Xianguang looked much younger. His expression was gentle, and his breathing was steady, completely different from the somewhat lifeless man from before.

The other person was someone Li Yi did not recognize. That person had a cold and stern look, appeared very composed, yet exuded a murderous aura.

Zhang Xianguang raised his head, smiled, and looked at Li Yi.

"Friend, we can have a chat."

(End of this chapter)