Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 251 Comrades (Part 8)

“That’s right.” Shen Lin raised the axe in his hand.

"Ghosts cannot be killed, but people can. My current state is very delicate. This body has all of Shen Lin's memories, and it believes that it is Shen Lin, which is why I can stand here."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's pupils contracted slightly. In an instant, he thought of Tong Qian, a vengeful ghost who believed itself to be Tong Qian.

The state is so similar that the ghost judges itself as a "living person" and will act according to the laws of reality. It will feel hungry, get injured, sleep, and even the structure of its internal organs is exactly the same.

Shen Lin's description at this moment is exactly the same as Tong Qian's.

However, this is an extremely dangerous state, and once a deviation occurs at the level of consciousness, the consequences are often irreversible.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian understood what Shen Lin wanted to do.

"You want to commit suicide?"

Their gaze fell on the axe in Shen Lin's hand.

“If you die, your body will also determine that it is ‘dead,’ but in reality, you will not really die, because you are essentially a ghost, just acting in a human way. But you can use this subjective judgment to make the train misjudge our numbers.”

"You are really smart, Yang Jian."

Shen Lin's eyes flickered slightly, his calm tone carrying a hint of approval.

A person younger than him was able to grasp every detail under such high pressure, analyze the key to these details, and find the most likely way to survive.

"let's start."

Yang Jian opened his palm to Shen Lin, intending to take Shen Lin's place and continue to trigger the medium to summon the train completely.

Shen Lin didn't say much; he handed the ticket and banknotes to Yang Jian.

The cold, damp touch felt like holding two dried human skins.

Without pausing, Yang Jian immediately imitated Shen Lin's actions and slowly waved towards the stationary train in the distance.

Seeing that Yang Jian had begun to act, Shen Lin raised his axe and pointed it at his own neck.

"The time won't last long. You need to act quickly, otherwise once this body recovers, everything will be in vain."

After saying that, he exerted force suddenly, and blood gushed out immediately, his entire head rolling to the ground with a thud.

At the same time, a certain presence began to slowly fade from everyone's memories. Li Leping, his expression pained, was struggling alone against the old man's relentless attacks; he was on the verge of collapse.

As Yang Jian continued his actions, the interrupted medium resumed, the conditions for boarding were met, and the train that had been stationary once again headed towards the group.

But in Yang Jian's view, it was a completely different scene.

The tracks were no longer filled with trains, but with corpses, endless and forming a long line that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The mouths of each corpse were ripped open, and a rusty iron chain passed through the mouth, down the throat, and into the mouth of the next corpse.

The expressions on these corpses varied: some were ferocious, some were in pain, and some were in despair. Their faces seemed frozen in the moment before they died.

At the very front, above the head of the first corpse, hung a guiding lamp.

The wick contained some kind of grease, and the flame flickered inside the lampshade, emitting a sinister and eerie blue light. The thick, billowing smoke was formed from the burning of this grease.

Yang Jian could clearly sense that each corpse was a real vengeful ghost, but the number was a bit too exaggerated. Even with the Ghost Eye, he couldn't see the end of this chain of corpses.

Suddenly, Yang Jian felt his waving movements becoming increasingly stiff, yet he couldn't stop. As the long line of corpses drew closer to the station entrance, Yang Jian involuntarily opened his mouth wide. In that instant, a thought popped into his head: he was also a part of this train, and he should join in.

"A mind-based attack?"

Yang Jian's expression changed slightly. The ground at his feet shimmered, and a pool of cold, damp water quickly spread out. In its reflection, a vicious, jet-black dog slowly emerged.

“Woof!——”

A dog's bark pulled Yang Jian back to reality, and the strange feeling vanished instantly.

The train had already pulled into the station and stopped in front of him. The endless line of corpses that had been there moments before had vanished, leaving only the dilapidated train, silently standing in place.

"I see."

Yang Jian understood.

“Shen Lin is a consciousness-type ghost tamer, so he has a natural advantage in summoning this train. If it were any other ghost tamer, they would probably have died long ago and ended up as a piece of the puzzle for this train.”

The dilapidated train still stretched as far as the eye could see; the train before him was covered in rust, its doors ajar, revealing a dimly lit interior that seemed to extend into the distance. Yang Jian leaned forward, not daring to enter rashly.
Ghost Eyes peered into the interior of the carriage.

The sun was shining brightly, and the air was warm.

The environment inside the carriage seemed to be in summer; you could even smell the aroma of instant noodles.

It was very calm, as if on an ordinary day, Yang Jian had just returned from school for the holidays and bought an ordinary train ticket, ready to board.

His brow furrowed slightly; this calmness made him uneasy. It was completely different from what he had expected, even somewhat eerie.

But now there were no more worries. The tickets and banknotes in their hands had disappeared, and Yang Jian understood that they had met the conditions for boarding.

"Let's go."

Yang Jian made a move to get into the car.

But the people behind him remained completely still.

Something's happened.

Yang Jian sensed something was wrong almost instantly. At such a crucial moment, it was impossible for Wang Xiaoming and the others to be completely oblivious.

He turned around abruptly. Zhao Lei was shouting something at him, but he hadn't noticed at all. Wang Xiaoming and several team leaders were staring at a corner with serious expressions.

But what surprised Yang Jian the most was not the reactions of the crowd, but the change in the environment.

The entire space behind him was completely different from the station where Yang Jian was.

The headquarters lobby reappeared, and the reality that had been altered by the supernatural was restored. What alarmed Yang Jian the most was the light illuminating the entire lobby.

The broken light bulb emitted a blinding, eerie light, like the last faint glow emanating from the pupils of a dying person, sending chills down one's spine.

Yang Jian followed everyone's gaze to that brightly lit corner, where a chilling feeling emanated, carrying an overwhelming sense of oppression.

It was a large sword, standing in mid-air, reflecting a sinister light when the lamplight shone on it.

Then came the second one.

It flew in from nowhere, heading straight for the motionless old man, tearing the black and white area apart with overwhelming force, and then plunging into the old man's body.

(End of this chapter)