Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 255 Comrades (Part Twelve)
He shook his head slightly and continued:
"You are just like the Bureau of Ghost Control in the Republic of China. Your understanding of ghosts is still limited to imprisonment. Don't you understand? Enemies and enemies are of the same origin. If you want to completely end the era of the supernatural, there is no other way but to use more powerful supernatural methods to restrict it."

His gaze lingered on each and every one of them.

"The Peach Blossom Spring Project is meant to be this insurance, providing a peaceful world for all people forever."

The lights flickered as he spoke, suggesting that Zhang Xianguang might have been slightly emotional.

"Clap."

A soft sound of lights being switched off was heard. Everyone turned to look at the sound simultaneously.

That was Zhao Lei, who was standing by the wall, repeatedly pressing the light switch.

"Um... why is everyone looking at me? I just wanted to try turning off the light, this light looks really weird."

But of course, this was useless. Those lights were emitted by a ghost, and the captains hadn't taken any action yet because they were trying to find the ghost's location.

But even now, Zhang Xianguang has not revealed any flaws. He only knows that these lights must be some kind of medium, or even his ghost domain. As for anything else, he knows nothing.

"No wait."

Yang Jian, carrying his long spear, strode forward, crossing the gleaming thin line between the station and headquarters.

Observe, analyze, and engage. Whether facing a vengeful ghost or a ghost tamer, this three-pronged approach, though old-fashioned, is applicable to most situations.

However, observations have yielded no results so far, and we can only proceed with further analysis and contact.

But Yang Jian was certain of at least one thing: if some of the light was blocked, the six Zhang Xianguangs would definitely not be able to continue.

Yang Jian spoke coldly:
“Zhang Xianguang, I admit that you have gone further than us on the path of controlling vengeful spirits, and may even have gone further than I thought.”

He shook the water off the tip of his gun, and the silhouette of a black vicious dog appeared intermittently, but it could never be fully revealed.

Yang Jian then realized that no matter how bright or dazzling the light was, it could not refract any shadow onto any object.

These lights do not cast reflections, meaning that the ghost dream is restricted.

"Could it be...?"

Yang Jian was slightly taken aback. In that instant, he thought of his father, who might be from the same era as Zhang Xianguang.

But now there isn't much time for Yang Jian to think, so he simply doesn't plan to use Ghost Dream anymore.

He raised the spear, the coffin nail at the end pointing steadily at Zhang Xianguang's head.

"Wang Xiaoming, a man who sees further than all of us, is still just an ordinary person."

Suddenly, he gathered his strength.

"Living a long life can represent a lot of things. You just said that the paranormal is always full of uncertainty, isn't it?"

next second.

"boom!"

Like an explosion that seemed to suck the air out of his hand, the spear flew out without any flight path and suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Xianguang.

Zhang Xianguang's expression remained unchanged throughout the entire ordeal, as the spear narrowly missed piercing his eyeball.

He caught the supernatural weapon, which was composed of multiple vengeful spirits, with apparent ease.

Holding the gun in his hand and weighing it in his hand, Zhang Xianguang said, "The gun is good, and the Ghost Domain is well-developed, but it's a pity that the way it's used is a bit lacking."

While there is indeed no solution to using coffin nails, it only works if they hit the target.

When facing a vengeful ghost, Yang Jian can directly transfer the coffin nails into its body through the Ghost Domain, but this is not possible with ghost tamers.

The demon tamer can dodge and fight back, especially when his target is a demon tamer whose terror far surpasses his own.

Zhang Xianguang gripped the spear, twisting his wrist to create a beautiful spear flourish. "If facing a vengeful ghost far more terrifying than oneself, focusing on one point to break through is more effective."

He assumed a stance of gathering strength, raised his spear slightly, and then hurled it at Yang Jian.

Another "bang!"

Seemingly purely due to physical force, the trajectory of the spear was clearly visible as it hurtled straight toward Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's expression immediately changed. He watched as the spear rapidly approached, but in that brief moment, the ghost's eyes were completely closed by the light.

The only saving grace was that, seemingly intentionally, the tip of the flying spear was not a coffin nail, but a woodcutter's knife.

The Ghost Eye finally showed signs of opening, but it was too late. Yang Jian only felt a tremendous force rushing towards him, and by the time he was able to unleash his Ghost Domain, he was already pinned to the ground by the spear.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Zhang Xianguang suddenly turned around and grabbed a young man who had been standing next to him with one hand.

Li Leping's eyes were filled with surprise and disbelief.

This was the first time he had been discovered so easily while fighting against the Ghost Master.

In the past, even if he had already stood on someone else's face, he would subconsciously forget it.

Zhang Xianguang's face remained expressionless and calm. Over the long years, he had encountered too many supernatural phenomena.

"If you don't develop your abilities enough with just one vengeful ghost and rely solely on its characteristics, your current state won't last long. Once you encounter an existence that surpasses your own supernatural level, you will die a terrible death."

Zhang Xianguang succinctly pointed out Li Leping's condition. Although Li Leping was already amazing enough, in Zhang Xianguang's eyes, a talent of this level should be able to develop the ability to create powerful ghosts at an even higher level.

Lower your body, side kick, raise your leg and sweep low, then execute a standard over-the-shoulder throw.

"Boom!"

Li Leping was thrown to the ground in the bright light and was momentarily unable to move.

This is not over yet.

Then Zhang Xianguang reached out and pulled at the empty space where the light was brightest. With a forceful pull, an axe was pulled out.

A strange look appeared in his eyes.

"It's purely consciousness-based? That's not my forte."

He raised the axe and swung it around casually a few times, immediately creating a series of whistling sounds in the air.

"Unfortunately, they rely too much on a single attack method and don't know how to be flexible."

He suddenly turned around and slashed the air with his axe.

The next second, Shen Lin spat out blood and shot out from the void, crashing heavily against the wall of the hall.

A rich red light flashed, and as the spear that had pierced through his body was pulled out, Yang Jian stood up.

"Martial arts?"

The man in front of them subdued the three of them in less than a minute.

Martial arts are useless against vengeful ghosts, but in a battle between ghost tamers of the same level, this fighting style, enhanced by supernatural power, can catch the opponent off guard.

But when it comes to fighting, Yang Jian has never been afraid of anyone.

The black flames flickered slightly, while the red light behind them grew increasingly intense.

"try again."

(End of this chapter)