Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 248 Comrades (Part 5)

The black flames burned silently.

Thick, black smoke billowed from the depths of the flames, and the air was filled with a strong stench of decay.

Shen Lin's axe landed on the old man, but couldn't penetrate even a fraction of the way.

However, with the introduction of black flames and thick smoke, the dark green water vapor reacted, gradually seeping in and corroding the vapor.

The black and white color around the old man began to slowly dissolve, like an eroded photograph, becoming increasingly blurry.

In the supernatural confrontation, Shen Lin found an opportunity, raising his axe high once more, ready to deliver the most fatal blow to the old man.

The surrounding environment has been completely changed.
This is no longer the headquarters. It's pitch black all around, and you can vaguely see the headquarters walls, but other scenes are also flashing by, making it impossible to tell where you are.

This is because of Shen Lin's appearance, and also because of Li Leping. The supernatural has begun to rewrite reality. Under the impact of several deadly supernatural phenomena, the environment of the headquarters is being rapidly changed.

Memory and reality intertwine, and chaotic time relentlessly washes over this space, like a ghost realm opened to its extreme, permanently altering the landscape of this place.

Axe, water vapor, black fire, thick smoke.

Any one of these paranormal phenomena, taken individually, is sufficient to counter an A-level paranormal event.

But at that moment, these doomed supernatural beings rushed towards the old man.

It worked; at least under the suppression of the four captains, the terrifying old man finally stopped his actions.

Seeing this, Yang Jian grabbed Wang Xiaoming by the collar and threw him aside. Ordinary people in this top-level supernatural contest are like candles in the wind, and they could die instantly if they are not careful.

Fortunately, Zhao Lei was standing where Yang Jian threw the object, and he caught Wang Xiaoming, who was thrown to him, with great force.

"Yang Jian! Use coffin nails!"

Shen Lin's gaze immediately fell on Yang Jian's spear. Now that the old man's movements were restricted, it was the perfect opportunity.

"No." Yang Jian shook his head.

"The stacking continues. If we pin this one down, there will be another one, endlessly. We might as well use this time to think of other solutions."

Holding the spear in his hand, Yang Jian did not choose to use the coffin nails.

Although the coffin nails had a very strong suppressive force, he wasn't entirely confident in dealing with a vengeful ghost of this level, so he wouldn't act rashly.

What happened in Okawa City is enough to show that rashly attempting to imprison this vengeful ghost would only create greater danger.

“Wang Xiaoming’s judgment is correct. The timeline of the entire Dachuan City is in chaos, especially in Room 301, the source of the whole incident. The ghost can be contained there, or at least the number of superimposed ghosts can be reduced.”

Yang Jian slowly turned his crimson ghost eyes as he pondered.

"But holding this ghost back here has already exhausted us, let alone luring it back to 301."

"What if we intervene with other solutions?"

Shen Lin paused for a moment, then continued speaking.

"I know a train that, no matter how far away or how high the terror level, once you get on it and with the right medium, can definitely deliver the ghost to the designated location."

"train?"

Yang Jian frowned slightly. The image of a bus flashed through his mind. It was also a supernatural object that existed as a means of transportation. As long as it stayed on the bus, no matter how terrifying the ghost was, it would obediently sit down.

He looked up at the old man again. For a fleeting moment, the distorted face seemed familiar; he thought he'd seen it before on the bus. However, because the old man was covered in black and white lividity, he wasn't entirely sure.

Ye Zhen's voice rang out coldly: "If you had proposed this plan just now, I might have carried it out, but now I refuse."

The longsword in his hand had regained its sinister luster, and the two ghosts that had been suppressed by the old man were reviving.

“As Yang Jian just said, this ghost is still adding itself to itself. If you choose to lure another ghost over, then no one can stop its supernatural addition. If I’m not mistaken, the self it adds is based on memories.”

Ye Zhen's analysis was spot on. By observing how Shen Lin had just torn up memories to limit the number of elderly people, he quickly understood the underlying logic behind the supernatural supernatural events.

Shen Lin did not directly attack the old man, but indirectly destroyed the medium on which he depended, which is why he was able to contend with that number of old men. Otherwise, Shen Lin would have been killed long ago.

Just then, a nearly forgotten voice rang out from the shadows.

"I can take over Shen Lin's role."

Li Leping walked out, and everyone present except Yang Jian and Shen Lin forgot about his existence.

He continued, "Essentially, they are the same. What Shen Lin can do, I can also accomplish in other ways."

As he spoke, he pulled out a coffin nail.

"With this, I can even do it thoroughly enough."

"No, do you want to die, Li Leping?"

Shen Lin resolutely rejected him.

“I already find it incredible that you can stand here. If this continues, even I can’t think of any way to maintain your memory.”

He took out a diary.

"We can't write anything in this diary now. We can only use it once we get to 301. Until then, you'd better be our trump card, not a consumable."

"No," Li Leping shook his head.

"We've abandoned our emotions, even become vengeful ghosts, and come this far to become the kind of people we are today. Isn't this the moment we've been waiting for?"

"This world is dying, and there's not much I can do..."

He continued, his hand unconsciously tightening its grip on the coffin nails.

“My life is not important. What is important is that this ghost cannot continue to exist. It must be imprisoned here, otherwise it may kill not only Dachuan City, but people throughout the entire timeline.”

Looking up at Shen Lin, his eyes, on that ordinary face, were resolute and brooked no doubt.

“Shen Lin, I may die, but when it comes to the supernatural, we never have a choice. Headquarters or the captain are just barely clinging to life and delaying the world’s destruction.”

They strode towards the old man, time was of the essence, and they were talking as they worked.

"I have some ideas about your mother. You might need my body after I die. Use this body to remove the medium between you and your mother, and release your true self completely."

Shen Lin looked at him, his eyes flickered slightly, and his expression was complicated.

Li Leping, a man destined to be forgotten by the world.

It can be described as pathetic, even pitiful.

(End of this chapter)