Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 253 Comrades (Part 10)

The core concept of this plan is to send ghosts into outer space in order to completely sever the connection between the ghosts and the human world.

However, as people's understanding of paranormal events deepened, it was eventually proven that this approach was completely wrong.

If a ghost were banished to the completely unrestricted outer space, it might eventually breed a vengeful spirit that no one could deal with.

That's because the supernatural is like that; it doesn't make any sense.

Even if you place a ghost on the other side of the universe, once someone on Earth triggers its killing patterns, the ghost will disregard distance and physical concepts, and reappear on Earth. At that point, no one can stop it.

As Yang Jian listened to the conversation between Wang Xiaoming and Zhang Xianguang, a vague clue gradually emerged in his mind.

"Zhang Xianguang's father, the exile plan abroad, the black fire on the moon, and his cousin also knowing about the existence of the black fire."

He was pondering. The conversation between Wang Xiaoming and Zhang Xianguang revealed too much information, which made him completely give up on taking the train behind him. Right now, figuring out Zhang Xianguang's background was the most important thing.

He could sense that all the events were converging in one direction.

All of this seemed to be coming together, but he vaguely sensed that the most crucial link was missing. At least for now, he couldn't verify any connection between these clues.

Wang Xiaoming's gaze fell on the distance, where Li Leping's figure reappeared.

At this moment, thanks to Zhang Xianguang's intervention, the old man's condition worsened, giving Li Leping a chance to catch his breath.

Zhang Xianguang stared silently at Wang Xiaoming without responding. His expression remained unchanged, but a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes. He seemed to be pondering the information Wang Xiaoming had just mentioned.

Wang Xiaoming's calm voice rang out again:

“I’ve been waiting for you to show up. My judgment was correct. You are steady and have a strong sense of purpose. You won’t act rashly if you’re not sure about something.”

He paused, his eyes turning cold.

"You chose to act at this time because the team leaders were not in good condition, thus increasing your chances of success."

Just as the two were talking, the black and white color that had almost disappeared began to spread again.

The walls were repainted, and the suppressed corpse seemed to begin to move.

"This is completely unreasonable."

Zhang Xianguang turned his head and looked at the old man, his eyes filled with a hint of caution.

Even after so many years, encountering this ghost again still sends chills down my spine.

Zhang Xianguang clearly recognized the ghost, or rather, the original owner of the body.

He put aside his thoughts; he had more important things to do now, and it wasn't the time to dwell on those old stories. But he had to admit that he had indeed been taken aback by Wang Xiaoming just now.

"Wang Xiaoming, you remind me of someone."

A voice came from behind the crowd, and another Zhang Xianguang, who looked exactly like him, walked out and raised his hand to slash at the old man with his knife again.

A cold glint of light flashed, and the old man, who had begun to recover, was struck on the spot by Zhang Xianguang, who appeared second.

The black and white that was spreading suddenly collapsed, and the old man fell into complete silence.

"You are lucky. This is just a medium set up in 301 by the older generation. Its terror level is less than half of its original level. Otherwise, you would have been dead long ago."

The third Zhang Xianguang slowly walked out, carrying a large sword. The light in the entire hall swayed slightly as he stepped on the increased number of people.

"You remind me of one of my uncles, with his absolute calmness and rationality, and his almost mechanical way of thinking." Yang Jian saw all of this. In his crimson gaze, every Zhang Xianguang was exactly the same, which meant that these Zhang Xianguang who came out might possess the exact same supernatural abilities.

the fourth.

“In my father’s time, many people received his guidance. If it weren’t for the harm done by villains, the previous generation might have taken a different path.”

He shook his head slightly.

"What a pity. If he had been compatible with my father, we might have been able to give it a try and end this supernatural era."

The captains remained silent, observing from their spot. The man wielding the large knife exerted immense pressure on them, even more so than the old man.

Meanwhile, the team leaders were also analyzing the information revealed by Zhang Xianguang. According to him, he should be a second-generation ghost, which is very similar to Wang Chaling.

This means that Zhang Xianguang may possess a complete legacy from the Republic of China era, and at least when it comes to the supernatural, he is more experienced than the team leaders and has a clearer understanding of the nature of vengeful ghosts.

the fifth.

"He told my father that the supernatural is always uncontrollable, and that they had reached the end of their journey in exploring the supernatural."

Throughout the vast underground three-story area, a ghastly white light shone indiscriminately. This light was eerie and illogical, and when it shone on a person, it did not cast any shadow.

"They placed their hopes on this era and completely severed ties with future generations, hoping that future generations would forge a path completely different from their own."

Under the light, faces were pale, and everyone's figure was clearly visible, including Li Leping, who was easily remembered at this moment.

sixth.

As their numbers increased, Yang Jian suddenly felt a slight glare. His ghost eyes were dazzled by the light, and the light gradually became intense as more and more Zhang Xianguang appeared.

"Now it seems that my father and uncle made the right choice."

He looked at the team captains, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Everyone's path may seem similar, but they are completely different. Although it may be a bit inappropriate to say that, this is indeed an era of great diversity."

Six identical Zhang Xianguang figures stood in the hall, each carrying a large sword.

Everyone stared intently at Zhang Xianguang as he emerged, not daring to move an inch.

The pressure seemed to materialize, overwhelming us like a tidal wave.

The scarlet ghost eyes darted nervously.

A thin layer of moisture seeped from Li Jun's skin.

Shen Lin had already slightly raised the axe in his hand.

A dark red phantom quietly appeared beside Ye Zhen.

Li Leping turned his back, his hand tightly gripping a rusty coffin nail.

Zhao Lei reacted the most, his breathing became more and more rapid, his back was already soaked with cold sweat, and he unconsciously wanted to use his supernatural abilities to release the discomfort that was pressing on his heart.

Zhang Xianguang's expression remained unchanged. He looked down at Wang Xiaoming and said:
"I can help you lure this ghost back to 301, but in exchange, you have to give me a ghost drawing."

(End of this chapter)