Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 259 Comrades (Sixteen)
Yang Jian observed the situation before him. Although he was reluctant to admit it, they had indeed been outmaneuvered by Zhang Xianguang. He could restrain one ghost with his full strength, but that was all; he could not suppress it.

Ye Zhen's expression was equally solemn. In his current state, he could barely hold off one ghost by using the female corpse, but that was his limit.

The axe in Shen Lin's hand grew heavier and heavier, but he could still stop one of them amidst the continuous, eerie music from the music box.

Li Leping was considering whether to enter that out-of-control state and let the real ghost stop the old man, but in that state, he couldn't distinguish friend from foe and might accidentally hurt his teammates.

Yang Jian's gaze fell on Li Jun, whose condition had improved considerably due to Ye Zhen's intervention.

But Yang Jian didn't think he could stop the last ghost.

Li Jun's supernatural abilities are not comprehensive; they tend to cause direct harm. The eerie water vapor is indeed terrifying, but direct confrontation requires time, and that's exactly what everyone needs right now.

As the fifth figure, an old man, grew increasingly realistic, Yang Jian pondered.

"If I choose to uncover his true identity, Wang Xiaoming will die. This person has planned everything perfectly, knowing that we wouldn't dare to go all out against him."

"Ghost Dream. Try pulling him into the dream, but the martial arts he just displayed..."

Yang Jian wasn't sure if Zhang Xianguang had any means to counter consciousness-based supernatural phenomena, but he could sense that Zhang Xianguang's martial arts skills were, to some extent, targeted at the characteristics of ghost dreams.

The ghostly dream that is appearing now is incomplete because of the white light, and Yang Jian cannot fully control the dream.

Although there are no supernatural phenomena in dreams, martial arts, which are real, still have an effect in dreams. In other words, Yang Jian couldn't beat him in his dream.

If you are killed in a dream, you will die in reality as well.

At that moment, Wang Xiaoming walked past Zhao Lei and stepped forward, completely ignoring the five elderly people who had suddenly appeared.

“Zhang Xianguang, your so-called Peach Blossom Spring is nothing but a temporary measure, merely delaying the full-scale outbreak of the vengeful ghosts.”

He adjusted his glasses and spoke to Zhang Xianguang without any fear.

"In the end, just like your father, as time goes by, there will come a day when a ghost will appear, tear the ghost painting to shreds, and no one will be able to stop it."

"My father?"

Zhang Xianguang shook his head.

"Your understanding of ghost paintings is too limited. Once you truly master ghost paintings, you will possess more than just the ability to isolate evil spirits on a global scale."

The long sword was pointed at Wang Xiaoming.

"Why do you think the hungry ghost and the ghost messenger are in the painting, instead of the painting being swallowed by the hungry ghost or suppressed by the ghost messenger?"

Wang Xiaoming paused for a moment, head down. He was analyzing Zhang Xianguang's information in conjunction with the information from the ghost painting, and after a brief thought, he continued.

"Perhaps my views on ghost paintings are somewhat lacking, but I still stand by my opinion: this era needs those who can control ghosts, not those who isolate ordinary people within a painting. Only ghosts can fight ghosts; this is my guiding principle."

"Obstinate!"

Zhang Xiangguang's figure vanished abruptly without warning, as if another version of him had suddenly appeared in the pale light.

Then he brought his knife down, slashing at the old man who was gradually approaching Wang Xiaoming.

"A person who has been tainted by the supernatural can no longer be called a human being."

With that one strike, the lifeless old man's form began to dissipate.

"Killing? No! It's just the killing instinct within me at work."

He then slashed at the second elderly man.

"Desire? Ridiculous! How could a body that operates like a mechanical program possess such a thing!"

He raised his arm again and swung the broadsword at the third old man.

"Emotions? Dreams! It's nothing but a pipe dream that one pursues before memories fade away!" With his back to the three old men who were suppressed to the extreme, Zhang Xianguang's expression was cold, and a complex look flickered in his eyes.

"You are just like my uncle, stubborn and opinionated."

“Wang Xiaoming, the reason I saved you is because in this era where evil spirits roam, you represent the spirit of humanity that has never retreated in the fight against the supernatural. Therefore, you cannot die.”

He glanced at Yang Jian and the others.

"You guys need to hurry, I can't guarantee that those three strikes will be able to completely suppress these three ghosts."

Turn around.

"We just have different ideologies. If we take another step forward, it will be a matter of life and death."

Carrying a large sword, he walked deeper into the underground level.

“We are not enemies. I have seen what I wanted to see. You are very good, even exceeding my expectations.”

A brand new ticket appeared in the light.

"Ordinary people who want to get on that train must possess a specific medium; with it, you still have a chance."

The brand-new train ticket floated into Wang Xiaoming's hand as the light shone through it.

"That's fine. Old Qin isn't in good condition. If you won't give it to me, I'll go get it myself."

Yang Jian stared at Zhang Xianguang's receding figure without making a move. The surrounding lake water gradually receded, and the black hound disappeared into the darkness.

He turned around, picked up his spear, and walked towards the station.

"Let's go to 301."

Yang Jian was forced to make a choice.

From initially taking a hard line against Zhang Xianguang using the ghost painting, to now choosing to prioritize protecting Wang Xiaoming.

He had no choice. Given his personality, if it were the old him, he would definitely have stopped Zhang Xianguang here.

But that sharp-witted young man has faded into the distance. In this desperate era, the events of each day are subtly changing him, an undeniable fact.

On his journey of exploring the supernatural, Yang Jian has gradually grown from a boy who would fight at the slightest disagreement into a captain with a restrained and unassuming demeanor.

This does not mean that he is afraid of anything.

Rather, many times, things are not actually within Yang Jian's control, whether it's hanging himself in front of the mirror, riding the black fire on the moon, or Wang Xiaoming's life hanging by a thread this time.

Supernatural forces were always pushing Yang Jian forward. Even now, when faced with vengeful ghosts, he had no choice at all.

Human life is like a prison; this desperate era is cruel, constantly ravaging the hearts of everyone.

No matter how sharp your edges are, they will eventually be washed away and worn down by the supernatural torrent, forcing you to do things you would never have done before, in each forced step forward.

The team leaders silently followed Yang Jian's steps, each with the same thought in their hearts, but it was only a fleeting thought.

They don't even have time to calm down and reflect on themselves.

The carriage was bright with sunlight. Li Jun pulled hard and closed the door completely.

Then, a muffled horn sounded.

The train started moving.

(End of this chapter)