Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 254 Comrades (XI)

"no!"

Before Wang Xiaoming could reply, Yang Jian immediately refused.

He knew perfectly well what this plan meant.

A ghost painting, a starving ghost, and a ghost messenger. A fragile balance is currently maintained among these three vengeful spirits.

Let alone disturbing one ghost, even the slightest intervention in other supernatural phenomena will create a chain reaction and cause unpredictable changes.

More importantly, activating the Ghost Painting is equivalent to simultaneously activating the Ghost Messenger and the Starving Ghost. Any one of these three ghosts alone is an S-class vengeful ghost capable of covering an entire city, let alone appearing at the same time.

In the out-of-control incident in Dajing City, the three vengeful spirits only had a brief encounter, yet they caused the deaths of nearly one-third of the city's population.

Especially ghost messengers and starving ghosts, these beings actively seek out pieces of the vengeful ghost puzzle. They are the type of vengeful ghosts that are growing. If left unchecked, the consequences will be unimaginable, and they will only become more and more difficult to deal with in the end.

Even though Zhang Xianguang's methods were indeed amazing, Yang Jian did not believe that he could restrain the three ghosts at the same time.

“I recognize you, Yang Jian.”

Zhang Xianguang looked down at Yang Jian, his tone calm and devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"You're a rising star in the paranormal world, but you've got one thing wrong. I offered you this deal because I don't want to see people who fight against the paranormal die in this era."

His tone gradually turned cold as he stared at Yang Jian and said, word by word, "But if anyone tries to stop me, I will clear away all obstacles."

Yang Jian stared at him coldly, without the slightest fear in his eyes.

"You can try it."

Although Yang Jian is not at his peak due to the repeated use of supernatural powers, he is not afraid to take action.

The next moment, Zhang Xianguang raised his hand, the broadsword gleaming sinisterly in the light, its tip aimed directly at Yang Jian.

Then he casually waved his hand in the air, but it was this action that made Yang Jian's eyelids twitch.

"I'll die in the next second."

The idea popped into my head instantly, like an instinct.

Red light instantly spread across his body, and black flames ignited on his skin, but Yang Jian did not choose to fight back against the attack.

Trying to directly confront Zhang Xianguang's attack was clearly unwise, so Yang Jian chose a more prudent approach. He altered the established fact that he was there and temporarily removed all the mediums that had been attached to him at headquarters.

Since he wasn't there, it was as if Zhang Xianguang hadn't been able to unleash his attack.

Although it was brief, it was enough to avoid the damage from that stab.

Zhang Xianguang stood still, looking at the broadsword in his hand with a slightly puzzled expression. He had clearly triggered the medium, but he had not made any move to swing the sword.

However, he quickly understood, and without even needing to analyze, Zhang Xianguang could tell what Yang Jian had just done based solely on his experience.

He re-examined Yang Jian, a young man who looked to be under 20 years old. He was not as impulsive as described in the file. On the contrary, he was exceptionally perceptive and made the best response plan the instant the attack occurred.

"That's interesting. Knowing that a direct confrontation might lead to defeat, it chose to attack itself. Although it would still suffer damage, it kept it within a controllable range."

Yang Jian remained silent, his mind replaying the terrifying slash from just moments before.

The mere act of raising his hand gave him a premonition of death, an inevitable attack.

Yang Jian had only ever witnessed this kind of situation with ghost messengers; such an unsolvable suppression meant certain death.

But he noticed that the light had an extremely brief anomaly the moment Zhang Xianguang raised his hand. The anomaly was almost imperceptible, yet it blurred the entire space for a fleeting instant.

It is the light that is moving.

His heart sank slightly.

"Light?"

Ghost Eye observed the surrounding environment, but the time was too short, and Yang Jian's information was completely insufficient.

"Yang Jian".

Wang Xiaoming spoke up to stop the conflict from escalating. He stood up and tossed Yang Jian a cell phone.

He then turned to look at Zhang Xianguang and continued:
“Zhang Xianguang, I can roughly guess some of your plans, but the danger of releasing the Ghost Painting at this moment is too high, so I refuse your terms.”

Yang Jian opened his flip phone and quickly read the information on it, his eyes gradually turning to surprise.

"Ghost Painting, Ghost Domain, Peach Blossom Spring Project."

The phone contained the headquarters' evaluation report on Zhang Xianguang, evaluated by Lu Zhiwen, a team leader who had always been on the fringes.

In addition, Wang Xiaoming, based on the intelligence provided by Lu Zhiwen and Zhang Xianguang's code of conduct, deduced a plan that Zhang was implementing.

"The Peach Blossom Spring Project?"

Yang Jian looked at the detailed information above and began to think silently.

This reminded him of John George, the priest who owned an entire kingdom of heaven.

Zhang Xianguang's so-called Peach Blossom Spring plan is very similar to the priest's Kingdom of Heaven.

They all use an extremely terrifying ghost to put ordinary people inside, thus isolating them from the ghosts outside.

However, this approach has a drawback: if a human-only area is designated as part of the world, then the evil spirits outside will be left unattended.

If this continues, no one can be sure whether a vengeful ghost, like a starving ghost, will gorge itself outside and eventually give birth to something capable of fighting against the ghost painting.

At that time, the ghost painting will be a cage, a buffet for this ghost.

However, if we were to send out ghost controllers to resolve paranormal events, the situation would return to its current state, which is no different from what headquarters is currently doing.

Moreover, it is too risky for ordinary people to live in the ghost painting. As Zhang Xianguang said, the supernatural is always full of uncertainty. It is better to deal with supernatural events step by step with the headquarters as the core and the area where the captain is located as the link.

But Yang Jian absolutely did not believe that Zhang Xianguang had not thought of this. To be able to live from the Republic of China era to the present and to devise such an amazing plan, he must have considered every aspect.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian raised his head, his scarlet ghost eyes staring at Zhang Xianguang. This man was putting too much pressure on him.

Surrounded by light, Zhang Xianguang exuded a scholarly air. Despite his refined appearance, he effortlessly blocked the old man's attack with a single stroke of his sword.

Just by standing there doing nothing, he drew everyone's attention to him.

There are now six such people.

"Wang Xiaoming, as expected you will reject me. Although we have different views on the supernatural, I still admire you as a person. Not only you, but the top ghost controllers of this era are also beyond my expectations."

At this point, a hint of regret appeared on his face.

"It's a pity. If headquarters could support what I'm doing, the Peach Blossom Spring Project could have been implemented more smoothly."

(End of this chapter)