Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 262 Paper Money (Part 1)

Two figures raced across the scorched earth.

The wind whistled softly.

Paper money was falling from all directions, like a rainstorm, covering the sky and falling to the horizon.

"Zhang Dong has disappeared again."

A man nearly two meters tall charged ahead, his voice deep and resonant.

"Meng Xiaodong, is your ghost still usable?"

He carried a heavy coffin on his shoulder, yet he still moved with incredible speed.

"No, that ghost has already started invading my past. It's best to use the coffin as a means of transportation."

The girl behind him was breathing heavily, her cold eyes filled with wariness. She was petite, and her baby face still held a hint of childishness.
"Li Qingzhi, slow down, I'm a little tired."

As soon as she finished speaking, a large, rough hand reached out and lifted her off the ground like a chick, hoisting her onto the other shoulder, and then ran wildly towards the direction with the most paper money.

Leaning on Li Qingzhi's broad shoulder, Meng Xiaodong carefully observed the increasingly frantic falling of paper money around them.

This place was eerie; visually quite spacious, yet it always gave the illusion of being very small. No matter how fast the two of them ran, the distant scenery remained unchanged.

"I feel like something went past in that direction..."

She suddenly looked into the distance, in the direction the train carrying the captains had traveled.

However, this feeling came and went quickly, disappearing in less than a minute.

"Is it the Source Ghost?"

Li Qingzhi was very fast; the wind whistled past his ears, and even carrying a coffin, he still moved with incredible speed.

"The ghost inside me is very sensitive to time. It must have been something that passed through here at some point in time. We don't need to worry about it for now."

The paper money in front of me grew denser and denser, swirling and falling, sticking to my body as if it were alive.

All that remained between heaven and earth was a scorched yellow expanse, the same in all directions, without any boundaries.

Meng Xiaodong pondered for a while.

"This can't go on. Do you have any Chinese medicine on you?"

"You still eat that stuff?"

Li Qingzhi carried the coffin on his left shoulder and Meng Xiaodong on his right shoulder without even breaking a sweat.

“Take it out, I can still handle it. Now let’s search in this direction. I was walking over there a minute ago.”

The slender finger pointed to the left, where scattered paper money seemed to be pouring water down from the sky.

"Don't tell anyone I gave it to you. It's in my bag on the right. Take it yourself."

The cold, damp herbs tasted bitter and foul when swallowed.

"Burp~ I feel much better."

Meng Xiaodong let out a soft burp, and grayish-black smoke drifted from her mouth.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."

Li Qingzhi's expression grew increasingly serious. He had been carrying the coffin for ten minutes and hadn't even caught a glimpse of the ghost.

"rest assured."

He patted Li Qingzhi's left shoulder with feigned composure, then turned and made a shooting gesture in one direction. This gesture seemed to trigger some kind of medium, and another figure of Meng Xiaodong suddenly appeared at the spot his finger was pointing to.

"Already looking for it."

The two did not stop and continued running forward.

"Something's really wrong with this paper."

The amount of paper money had covered the ground, gradually reaching above Li Qingzhi's ankles, and with each step he took, his feet sank deep into the pile of paper money.

Meng Xiaodong also noticed it.

The paper money stopped falling and began to gather. Large wads of paper money rolled and churned on the ground, forming wave-like shapes, surging towards them.

"Oh my god! Run, run! Run that way!"

Meng Xiaodong pointed ahead, and on the boundless land, a wave of paper money, several meters high, was rushing towards them.

Li Qingzhi looked up at the overwhelming waves; it didn't seem like a speed that a human could run at.

Do you think I'm a horse-drawn carriage?

He stopped.

"boom!!"

The coffin crashed down, landing upright on the ground. Holding onto the coffin lid, I gazed at the towering wave of paper money before me.

"Let the person who blocked our way a minute ago withstand this attack first."

Meng Xiaodong nodded and gently jumped off his shoulder.

She raised her hand and made a gun gesture again, pointing it at a spot in front of her.

"All right."

The waves were incredibly fast, reaching them in the blink of an eye, blotting out the sky and engulfing the two of them.

The next second, the paper wave crashed down.

Visibility was almost zero, and all sounds were drowned out by the rustling of paper. The sound was so irritating, like countless fingers scratching across your skin.

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle..."

The paper money was buried, and it was impossible to hear what Meng Xiaodong was saying.

What did you say?!

Li Qingzhi roared loudly, and in front of him stood a dark shadow, trembling slightly.

"Ptooey... Ptooey!"

Meng Xiaodong spat out a mouthful of paper money.

"Watch out overhead!"

Li Qingzhi immediately looked up and saw a corpse slowly crawling out of the waves, almost touching his hair.

Its skin was ashen white, its face bloodless, and its empty eye sockets held pitch-black pupils that were staring intently at him.

"Next time, could you just point it out to me directly?!"

He reached out and grabbed the corpse by the neck, trying to pull it out.

But the corpse seemed to be integrated with the yellow paper, and no matter how hard Li Qingzhi tried, it did not budge.

"Can't pull it?! Help!"

"coming!"

Two voices sounded at the same time.

Two identical Meng Xiaodongs appeared from the left and right, each grabbing the corpse's arm. The three of them pulled simultaneously.

The corpse's head swayed slightly, but it still did not leave the wave of paper.

"I'm pulling...I'm pulling!!"

Meng Xiaodong gritted his teeth.

"Oh dear, we need a few more people."

Li Qingzhi glanced at the corpse, then looked into the distance. The dark figure was being gradually covered, and it was about to be overwhelmed by the wave.

The attack was swift, and as the corpses appeared, the crumpled yellow paper gradually began to obscure the entire sky.

Meng Xiaodong's face began to change. His skin hardened, covered with tiny livid spots, and a black and white stain spread from his neck all the way to his face.

"Hurry up and do what you're going to do! Otherwise, we'll all die here!!"

Li Qingzhi's eyes hardened.

The dark shadow instantly retracted and then completely merged with him.

The person's entire state was as if some kind of strange, supernatural power had been released.

The next instant, the corpse was forcibly pulled from the waves, and Li Qingzhi threw the entire body into the coffin.

However, without the shadowy figure blocking their way, the overwhelming pile of paper money instantly engulfed the two of them.

Their vision was completely blocked, and their hands and feet were so heavy from the impact of the paper money that they could hardly move.

With difficulty, Meng Xiaodong raised his right hand, which had turned completely black and white, and tried to close the coffin lid.

But the frantic flow of paper money made it impossible for her to exert any strength.

Consciousness is gradually fading, and the body is beginning to slip out of my control.

In the last second before his consciousness faded, Li Qingzhi's hand reached out from the wave of paper money.

A black shadow flashed before my eyes.

Then she closed her eyes, could no longer hold on, and completely fainted.

(End of this chapter)