Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 252 Comrades (Part 9)

On the ceiling, a light bulb emitted a faint, cold white light, the light drawing a distinct dividing line in the air, completely separating the station from the headquarters.

The light bulb seemed to have been unused for a long time; a thin layer of dust covered its surface, and its light was dim, offering no warmth to anyone who touched it.

All eyes were drawn to the knife.

The way the knife appeared was too bizarre; no one saw where it came from, and none of the captains present reacted in time.

The old man pinned to the wall by the broadsword remained in his original posture, but he had completely lost the ability to move, and the supernatural was being suppressed.

Even the black and white media that were difficult to remove became extremely dim at this moment, as if they would completely disappear in the next second.

"not bad."

A steady voice rang out from within the white light.

The sound wasn't loud, but it had an extremely strong penetrating power, seemingly transmitting directly into everyone's minds through the light that filled the entire space.

Everyone looked up at the same time, and turned to look at the source of the sound.

He was a middle-aged man wearing a black Zhongshan suit. The light shone on his face, revealing a sharply defined features. However, he looked extremely stiff and cold.

His skin was almost wax-white, but his eyes were very clear as he scanned the crowd present.

He exuded a scholarly air, dragging his large sword diagonally across the ground as he stepped out of the light.

A moment of silence fell over the scene, and Yang Jian, who was about to get into the car, also stopped.

The man wielding the large sword in front of them was clearly a ghost tamer, and his strength was more terrifying than any of the captains present. The fact that he could suppress the old man with a single strike was the best proof of that.

This is definitely not something a single captain could accomplish.

His gaze calmly swept over everyone, finally settling on Wang Xiaoming.

“If an ordinary person were to ride that train, they would only die. Wang Xiaoming, you cannot die yet.”

No one responded to him, but those few words revealed a lot.

This man knew about the existence of trains, and seemed to have a deep understanding of them.

Most importantly, this person knows Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming remained calm, seemingly unsurprised by the man's appearance.

"We have no choice. You and I are just trying to limit the occurrence of paranormal events as much as possible."

“Zhang Xiangguang, you chose to infiltrate headquarters at this time, I think you must be here for that thing.”

"Oh? Do you recognize me?"

The man named Zhang Xianguang showed a hint of surprise on his face. He did not expect that Wang Xiaoming, whom he had never met before, would take the initiative to call out his name.

He has been lurking in the shadows all these years, and there are very few records about him in this era, making it impossible to investigate him.

Wang Xiaoming glanced back at the old man who was nailed to the wall.

"It seems we need to reassess the supernatural powers you possess. The methods you just displayed are at least enough to contend with three captain-level Ghost Tamers." His gaze was fixed unflinchingly on Zhang Xianguang as he continued:

"Headquarters has been investigating records of paranormal events during the Republic of China era, and there is one name that cannot be avoided: you, a person who has lived from the Republic of China era into the modern era."

"The Republican era?"

This statement resonated with everyone present.

To become a team leader, everyone has more or less come into contact with stories about the Republic of China era.

Yang Jian listened to their conversation and began to ponder.

It seems that it's not just him; once a person explores the supernatural to a certain extent, they will inevitably start investigating information about the Republic of China era.

No one knows exactly what happened in that era, but some clues can be found through some subtle traces.

The Republic of China era must have been an era where supernatural events occurred at a frequency no less than in modern times, and perhaps even more terrifying. At least so far, none of the vengeful ghosts Yang Jian has encountered from the Republic of China era have been easy to deal with.

Those who controlled the supernatural during that era were isolated from the supernatural by that high-pressure environment.

Since Wang Xiaoming said that this man named Zhang Xianguang is a ghost tamer from the Republic of China era who is still alive today, then what level of power does the ghost inside him reach?
Wang Xiaoming pulled up a stool and sat down. He was exhausted and looked a little tired.

“Zhang Xianguang, headquarters not only has your information, but also some of your father’s real-life experiences. You have also secretly broken into headquarters several times to steal some files, which is also recorded by headquarters.”

"My father?"

Zhang Xianguang looked at Wang Xiaoming, and a change appeared in his eyes.

He did indeed, as Wang Xiaoming said, infiltrate the headquarters several times in order to find some information, including Wang Xiaoming's.

He had more complete information about some vengeful ghosts than the headquarters. He infiltrated the headquarters for only one purpose: to see just how far the top ghost tamers of this era had come.

More importantly, he wanted to see what kind of person, in this era of the resurgence of vengeful spirits, could lead a group of ghost tamers to fight against the supernatural as an ordinary person.

"There are very few records about your father in paranormal events. There are almost none in China, but a very small number of organizations abroad have archives."

Wang Xiaoming's voice was calm. He was sitting relaxed on the stool. Since Zhang Xianguang had taken the initiative to show himself, he would at least help headquarters deal with this ghost.

"Back when the exile program was launched abroad, your father broke into the headquarters of the foreign exorcists to stop it. This was the main event that led to a serious gap in foreign understanding of the supernatural."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xianguang's expression clearly changed. He had been busy with his own plans all these years and hadn't paid much attention to his father's past. This was the first time someone had told him about it.

Wang Xiaoming keenly noticed the change in Zhang Xianguang's expression; he had been observing him closely.

For a demon tamer of this level, gathering intelligence on him is of paramount importance.

Wang Xiaoming continued:
"However, your father later gave up. He could have completely cut off the precursor to the exile plan in one fell swoop, but he chose to return to the country."

"This also indirectly led to the fire that happened abroad some time ago. It was a hidden danger that spanned an entire era. Your father couldn't possibly have failed to deal with it, but the trail went cold there, and there was no way to investigate it further."

Everyone present heard what Wang Xiaoming said. These should all be top-secret files, and even the captain didn't have the authority to access them.

Everyone fell into deep thought, especially those who had participated in the raid, who had learned about the plan called "Exile" from Li Jun.

(End of this chapter)