Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 25 Double Happiness (Part 7)

"Leg Bro!!!"

"I'm so sorry! You're so young..."

When Zhang Wei saw Yang Jian's fallen body, he cried, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Ah Wei... what's all the noise about?"

Accompanied by Yang Jian's cold voice, a huge headless black shadow slowly rose from the ground.

Above his neck were bizarre and ferocious tattoos that outlined Yang Jian's lifeless face. On his forehead, a scarlet ghost eye suddenly opened, and an extreme scarlet sharpness instantly spread out.

"Wow"

A large expanse of cold lake water seeped from the ground, quickly covering the female corpse. The ghostly hand suddenly reached out and grabbed straight at the red-clad female ghost behind Zhang Wei.

Yang Jian never considered restarting himself; he wanted to suppress the corpse, restart Zhang Wei, and move the female corpse away from Zhang Wei's back.

However, something unexpected happened. Even with Yang Jian's supernatural powers almost fully unleashed, the female corpse remained lying on Zhang Wei, motionless, as if Yang Jian's attack had no effect whatsoever.

"Unable to suppress... no, that's not right."

Yang Jian noticed that although the female corpse was still lying on Zhang Wei's back, Zhang Wei's movements seemed to have slowed down.

"It has some effect, but it's very slight."

Just then, Yang Jian was surprised to find that he could not let go of the ghostly hand that was holding the female corpse. The fingers were stuck to the female corpse's arm, and no matter how hard Yang Jian tried, he could not let go of the palm.

The gruesome female corpse actually invaded, and together with Yang Jian and Zhang Wei, they walked towards the eerie bridal sedan chair.

"Brother Wei! Don't move! Hold on!"

Ye Zhen's voice came from not far away. He was holding a long sword and making a throwing motion.

"You make it sound so easy! You try it yourself!"

Zhang Wei's expression at this moment was even more unsightly than if he were crying, with dark red lividity covering most of his body.

"Don't move, or I won't be able to shoot!" Ye Zhen held the long sword, seemingly waiting for something.

Zhang Wei shouted, "If you're going to shoot, then hurry up and shoot! If you don't shoot, I'm going to restart!"

Suddenly, an enormous, scarlet eyeball abruptly appeared above the cemetery, from which a large expanse of cold, eerie water slowly flowed, landing on the female corpse's head.

Immediately, the sound of suona horns throughout the cemetery suddenly stopped, and Zhang Wei's movements also stopped, but only for less than a second, Zhang Wei's feet began to move again.

But that was enough for Ye Zhen. A buzzing sound suddenly rang out, and a sinister white dot appeared abruptly on the red veil of the female corpse.

The next second, Ye Zhen, wielding the longsword, thrust it towards Zhang Wei's back in an odd posture. No, it would be more accurate to say that the longsword dragged Ye Zhen towards the female corpse.

Ye Zhen's face had turned ashen, and he looked like a corpse.

The moment he raised his hand, his figure vanished from the spot and reappeared immediately, but now he was a step closer to the female corpse.

Immediately afterwards, the hand holding the sword made a charging motion again, and the next moment Ye Zhen disappeared from the spot again. When you looked over again, Ye Zhen appeared less than ten steps away from the female corpse.

Inside the cemetery, Ye Zhen's corpse appeared and disappeared abruptly, like a frozen animation, repeating the cycle endlessly.

But every time Ye Zhen appeared, he got one step closer to that gruesome female corpse.

Yang Jian stared at the eerie white dot on the red veil. Ye Zhen had somehow managed to lock his ghostly domain onto the woman's red veil, but due to the corpse's terrifying nature, the longsword that should have instantly appeared above its head instead carried Ye Zhen's body towards it in a bizarre manner. "Snap!"

The longsword plunged into the woman's head with a sharp sound as it pierced dead flesh.

Zhang Wei came to a complete stop.

A supernatural clash occurred as Ye Zhen and Yang Jian attacked, creating a brief supernatural confrontation between the gruesome corpse and the two men.

Seemingly due to the pattern of murder, under the influence of the identities of 'groom' and 'bride', the female corpse rigidly follows the established pattern of murder.

All the patterns of murder were present in this wedding procession. Yang Jian and Ye Zhen were merely passively subjected to the attacks from the female corpse through direct contact.

Even so, the two paid a very high price to get Zhang Wei to stop.

Yang Jian knew very well that this strange state of balance would not last long, perhaps only a few minutes.

With a powerful grip on the female corpse's hand, Yang Jian successfully pulled the body off Zhang Wei's back. It slammed to the ground, and the headless ghostly figure quickly enveloped it, a woodcutter's knife already in its grasp.

As the headless ghostly figure covered the area, the medium was triggered.

Raise your hand and lower it.

The seemingly casual slash, triggered by the ghostly shadow, attacked the female corpse.

"Tear..."

The lifeless female corpse was cleaved in two from head to toe by a woodcutter's knife. Almost simultaneously, the huge black shadow also suddenly split open, breaking in two.

Amidst flashes of red light, the ghostly figures were slowly piecing themselves together; Yang Jian was repairing the consequences of using the woodcutter's knife.

But soon, Yang Jian discovered a devastating fact: his vision blurred, and the female corpse suddenly vanished from the spot, leaving no trace.

Yang Jian subconsciously turned around and looked at Zhang Wei's back, where a dark red figure was lying on Zhang Wei's back!

Yang Jian immediately realized that the dismemberment had failed. The female corpse had the ability to restart, and it had completed the restart almost the instant it was dismembered.

Stiffly lifting his legs, Zhang Wei took another heavy step.

At this moment, Zhang Wei was completely silent. His ashen face showed no signs of life. He carried the gruesome female corpse on his back and slowly walked towards the bridal sedan chair.

Yang Jian stared at the female corpse with his scarlet ghost eyes, thinking rapidly.

If a wide-range reboot is initiated, like in the ghost painting, Ah Wei can be saved. However, if the female corpse is not moved, no matter how many times the reboot is performed, the outcome will not change.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian suddenly understood the true meaning of the last message on the human skin paper.

"The marriage certificate, replacing the groom's identity..."

Perhaps the paper sachet had calculated that Yang Jian wouldn't have time to investigate the marriage contract. The information it revealed was a trap full of wordplay, which lured Yang Jian to this point, forcing him to choose to use the marriage contract.

But Yang Jian is the kind of person who won't regret his decisions once he's made them. He wants to save Awei, and he'll kill anyone who stands in his way. Yang Jian's personality has always been that simple.

Just as Yang Jian was about to act, Ye Zhen's voice rang out. He seemed to have recovered and, lying on the ground, pointed at Yang Jian, saying:
“I told you, I’m sure of Brother Wei. Even Jesus can’t kill him.”

Immediately, a buzzing sound rang out around Ye Zhen, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot, heading straight for the courtyard in the village.

(End of this chapter)