Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 250 Comrades (Part 7)

Looking at the banknote in Shen Lin's hand, Yang Jian continued:
"The bill in your hand is worth seven. If it costs one dollar to buy a ticket, then this train can only carry seven people."

"And there aren't just seven ghosts at the scene; if we consider the ghost tamers as a whole as well."

At this point, Yang Jian paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

He, Zhao Lei, Li Jun, Li Leping, Ye Zhen, Shen Lin, Wang Xiaoming.

"There are seven people in total, but if we include it."

Yang Jian then pointed to the side, to the old man who had been silent all along.

"That's eight, and that's without even counting paranormal items. Simply put, you don't have enough money."

Shen Lin's expression changed slightly, and he immediately understood Yang Jian's meaning. This Yang Jian was really too perceptive, connecting so many clues and information in an instant.

He had misjudged the train; he had always thought that boarding required a ticket plus seven dollars, but now he realized that was fundamentally wrong.

In reality, the condition for taking the train is that each person has to pay one dollar.

He originally had extra money, but because of his previous misjudgment, it was all lost to the train.

Ghosts don't give change; they take whatever you give them.

Yang Jian saw Shen Lin's predicament and continued, "There are two options: use everyone's supernatural abilities to break through this station and send someone out, but it's too difficult. It's almost impossible for us to do this while restraining that old man."

"The second method"

"Kill a person."

Wang Xiaoming's voice interrupted him, flat and almost emotionless, as if stating an unalterable fact.

"As long as we kill one person, we can conform to the train's pattern, and the plan can proceed smoothly."

The atmosphere in the hall instantly turned cold.

Yang Jian slowly turned his head, his gaze falling indifferently on Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming definitely thought of this much earlier than I did, and he waited until now to speak up because he didn't want Yang Jian to be the villain.

"But the question now is, who will die?"

Time passed second by second, and in my memory, Li Leping's already blurry figure became more and more transparent. There was no time to waste.

If this drags on any longer, Li Leping will definitely die, and there's absolutely no way he can be resurrected in this manner. Once someone dies, no one will remember his existence, let alone find a way to revive him.

Zhao Lei stood silently in place, trembling all over. He was smart, and the situation was self-evident and clear to him.

Everyone present was a captain-level figure, each capable of handling A-level paranormal events on their own.

The only ordinary person was Wang Xiaoming.

He was an even more important figure than the captain. In fact, it could be said that the captains present were all somewhat related to him in getting to where they were today, and the same was true for Yang Jian.

Of all the people here, if we consider their importance, he is the only one who can be discarded.

Zhao Lei was thinking and making a decision.

He was afraid of death, always had been, especially after leaving the Caesars Hotel. Having experienced death once, his fear intensified. He never wanted to experience that cold, suffocating feeling again.

"Zhao Lei, stop spacing out."

At that moment, Yang Jian's icy voice suddenly came from beside Zhao Lei. He had somehow appeared next to Zhao Lei. His scarlet eyeball glowed with an eerie red light on his forehead.

"Don't look at me."

Yang Jian raised his spear, his movements calm and restrained, but his tone was terrifyingly suppressed.

"My men can't die. If you want to kill Zhao Lei, you'll have to withstand my attack first."

After Wang Xiaoming finished speaking, Yang Jian went to Zhao Lei's side. Everyone present knew that if it was Zhao Lei who died, it would be much less of a loss than losing a captain.

"team leader."

Zhao Lei watched Yang Jian's retreating figure, his heart filled with complex emotions.

Although he was very touched, he knew in his heart that there was not much time to waste, and this was not the time to start infighting.

"actually, I"

For a moment, Zhao Lei thought of "sacrifice," a word that had once seemed very distant to him.

In supernatural events, humans always face a cruel death rate, but those who survive often grow up quickly, transforming a high school student into a captain who can stand alone and save the world in a short time.

The same applies to Zhao Lei.

He was about to say something when Yang Jian interrupted him.

"When facing the supernatural, following the rules can help you avoid the killing patterns of vengeful ghosts, but similarly, if you can forcefully resist these killing patterns, you can still survive."

As he spoke, the shadow beneath Yang Jian's feet suddenly twitched, and a bright red line seeped from the ground, extending straight out and spreading towards the direction of the train.

He continued coldly, "Once I get on first, the rest of you will be eligible to take the train."

Shen Lin frowned slightly, his face looking very gloomy: "If you do this without the necessary conditions, you might die. That train is not as simple as you think."

"Death?" Yang Jian stared coldly at Shen Lin, slightly raising the spear in his hand.

Ever since he hanged himself in front of a mirror, he had long since lost all feeling for the word "death".

"Yang Jian".

Wang Xiaoming spoke slowly at this moment, his tone still calm.

"I think you might have misunderstood something."

He continued, "Headquarters never gives up on any captain easily. If you stand against headquarters, it will be a loss for us."

Yang Jian remained silent, sensing the spread of his own ghostly aura. Ten seconds had passed, but he still hadn't made contact with the strange train.

This is very abnormal. Yang Jian's ghost domain can cover an entire city in an instant. It is impossible for it to take so long within a visible distance.

That train doesn't exist in reality, so the ghost realm can't extend there, and even if he wanted to "skip the fare," he wouldn't have the chance.

Wang Xiaoming continued, "Your analysis is correct; eight people correspond to eight yuan, but there is one person among us whose information you don't know."

He raised his hand and pointed at Shen Lin, "The current Shen Lin is a ghost. The real him is not here. Since that's the case, we can use this characteristic to make the train misjudge the concept of 'quantity'."

"Misjudgment? You want to deceive a ghost?" Ye Zhen walked over at this moment. He had fully recovered, and the sword in his hand had regained its sinister luster.

Wang Xiaoming gently shook his head. "It's slightly different. This isn't deception, but rather exploiting its patterns to make it make a wrong judgment about Shen Lin's existence."

(End of this chapter)