Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 256 Comrades (Thirteen)
Yang Jian is not one to give up easily. Whether facing starving ghosts or ghost messengers, he always learns from each failure.

If it doesn't work the first time, then try again.

The team leaders exchanged glances for a fleeting moment.

They had worked together once before and had a rough understanding of each other's abilities.

All the captains understood what to do next.

The stench of a corpse permeated the air, making it feel oppressive.

The hall resembled a mass grave, the smell of decay and blood mingling together, so thick it was almost suffocating.

The crimson ghostly domain suddenly contracted. It was as if blood had been squeezed to its limit, turning into a thin line that throbbed wildly in mid-air.

The red light flickered, the lines twisted, and a ring of dead black flames swirled around the surface.

"You reacted very quickly."

Zhang Xianguang stared calmly at the scarlet line.

"The first attack was ineffective, so the strategy was immediately changed."

at the same time.

A faint mist seeped from the ceiling of the entire hall, and a dim green hue emanated from it through the light, but it did not brighten the space; instead, it made the entire space feel even colder.

The light suppressed Li Jun's bodily fluids, but he wasn't the only one fighting against Zhang Xianguang; his supernatural abilities remained effective.

A blurry figure was hanging upside down from the ceiling. It was Li Leping, who was in the worst condition among the team leaders and could only move with the help of Li Jun's water vapor.

The misty vapor obscured his figure, making it appear and disappear intermittently, and impossible to see clearly.

He hid in the ceiling, waiting for his chance to strike.

Using Li Jun's moisture, he would instantly disappear from memory in a moment of inattention.

Zhang Xianguang reached out and gently touched the dampness, but as soon as he touched it, half of his palm evaporated.

He was slightly taken aback. "This kind of supernatural state? Not bad."

The combination of two completely opposite ghostly puzzle pieces was indeed rare, but it only slightly surprised him.

As I pulled my hand back, the evaporated palm quickly regenerated under the light.

He continued, "Realizing that his own condition was not enough to pose a threat to me, he chose to use another supernatural phenomenon as cover to find an opportunity to strike."

ground.

Ye Zhen did something; he used the Ghost Domain to transfer the damage that the captains had just suffered. Although it wasn't complete, he did manage to do it.

His confrontation with the old man gave him a deeper understanding of his identity as the "groom," which led him to develop more ways to utilize it.

People at this level are always like this; even from the smallest clue, they can analyze it in a short time and then come up with a series of methods that surpass the understanding of ordinary people.

The red phantom quietly appeared behind Ye Zhen, as if it were following him, trying to completely replace him, but every time it was about to solidify into a physical form, Ye Zhen would commit suicide once.

He was mimicking his earlier confrontation with the old man, using his own death to allow a scapegoat, instantly revived, to take the old man's place and suppress the female corpse behind him.

Through repeated cycles, he was able to indirectly utilize the supernatural power of the female corpse.

Under the influence of being a scapegoat and the "groom," it would be virtually impossible for him to kill her in this state. Unless someone could bypass the female corpse or suppress it, but a female corpse that even a wide-range reboot couldn't control was at least on par with a vengeful ghost like Gui Hua, and even Zhang Xianguang couldn't suppress it instantly.

Zhang Xianguang's gaze swept over Ye Zhen, a hint of praise appearing in his eyes. He could roughly guess what Ye Zhen was trying at this moment.

However, he did not interrupt Ye Zhen, but waited for his next move.

In memory.

Shen Lin had disappeared from his original location. This time, he did not choose to continue attacking Zhang Xianguang within his memories.

He planned to replicate his cooperation with Li Leping during the out-of-control incident, causing the vengeful ghost inside Zhang Xianguang to freeze for a moment.

But now is not the time to make a move. He is hidden in Li Leping's memory, an existence that no one can remember. Even he himself does not know where he is, let alone Zhang Xianguang.

Zhang Xianguang remained standing still, his broadsword tilted at an angle on the ground, without making any other movements.

This wasn't because he was arrogant, but because he wanted to see where the limits of ghost tamers in this era lay.

More importantly, he is fighting against the supernatural, and he also needs to observe and analyze several types of supernatural beings that are certain to kill him.

He understood the simple truth that acting rashly in supernatural events would only lead to a terrible death. He had seen too many fools who thought they were invincible just because they controlled a few ghosts, only to end up capsizing in the worst possible way and dying a miserable death.

This is also why he chose to come to headquarters at this time. He never does anything he's not sure of. He doesn't dare to gamble on what level the captains, in their prime, could achieve together. But the fact that they could imprison those three ghosts means they are absolutely terrifying. He never gambles on a probability, so he chose to come here when the captains were not in their full condition.

On Yang Jian's side, the crimson ghost domain had completely solidified into a line, enveloping and covering the entire spear as if it were a tangible substance.

He used this supernatural technique at the Blue Moon Internet Cafe, and the effect was very significant, but the duration was very short.

However, this supernatural aggregation is well-suited to the current situation, because battles between ghost tamers do not require much time.

He combined the supernaturally constructed spear with a real spear, creating a weapon permeated with the law of certain death.

The scarlet gun was covered with a thick layer of dead black, and when held in Yang Jian's hand, it exuded a chilling aura.

Like a state of superposition reaching its extreme, amidst the interplay of red and black, Yang Jian created a brand new supernatural item.

Raising his ghostly hand, the spear flew out of his grasp once more, heading straight for Zhang Xianguang.

This time, however, the speed wasn't very fast; even an ordinary person could react to it. But it gave Zhang Xianguang a feeling that there was no way to avoid it.

"Did several ghosts lock onto my location at the same time? You reacted quickly, judging that I couldn't deal with so many ghosts around me at the same time, and devised a targeted strategy against me."

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Zhang Xianguang felt a chill on his shoulder and looked down.

“Tick-tock.”

A drop of water fell from the ceiling, passed through the steam, and landed on his shoulder.

Sometime later, the mist above his head had disappeared, replaced by a large lake.

It was pitch black, and the bottom of the lake was not visible. The entire lake did not reflect anything under the light.

The white light in the entire space had been suppressed to the extreme, leaving only the area around Zhang Xianguang's body faintly glowing.

(End of this chapter)