Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 263 Paper Money (Part Two)

'Knock knock...knock knock knock...'

A rapid knocking sound came from the silent corridor, but the room was pitch black and there was no response.

Still no response…

Luo Wensong stood in front of the room, his voice low and hoarse, his face pale, and he kept knocking on the door with one hand.

This was the third time he had knocked on the door, and the muffled thuds echoed in the narrow corridor, sounding particularly jarring.

The door in front of him was half-open, but he dared not open it; it was pitch black inside and he could not see anything.

After a dozen seconds, he stopped, struggling to lower his arm. A layer of brown lividity began to slowly spread across his pale skin, and his entire arm gradually became stiff and cold.

"Don't worry, with Li Qingzhi here, nothing will happen."

Beside him was a woman in a red cheongsam, with willow-leaf eyebrows and a graceful neck.

However, her figure was strange; at first glance, it looked somewhat stiff, and her makeup was very heavy, as if she wanted to cover something up.

"How can I not be anxious? They've been inside for ten minutes already, and they should have come out five minutes ago according to the plan. Moreover, Zhang Dong has disappeared again, and Li Qingzhi could kill him in a minute."

As Luo Wensong spoke, he raised his hand again, intending to knock on the door once more.

Sudden.

"squeak"

The door slowly opened a crack.

"Success?!"

Luo Wensong's face lit up with joy, and he reached out to pull her without hesitation.

"Wait a minute, Luo Wensong!"

Zhang Youhong's voice was urgent; she wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

The crack in the door widened, and a wrinkled old man's face peeked out from the darkness.

Those eyes were cloudy and lifeless, devoid of any sign of life. Luo Wensong's gaze met theirs.

Luo Wensong's expression changed drastically, and the air fell silent for a second.

Immediately afterwards, the attack began. Lividity spread visibly across Luo Wensong's skin, and all the blood in his body quickly faded.

"Oh no! This time it's a fake door that's been opened."

Zhang Youhong immediately reached out and grabbed the door frame, trying to close the door.

Looking closely at her palm, the rough surface was tinged with blood red. It was not a living person's hand at all; rather, it looked like a piece of wood that had been carved into the shape of a hand.

However, the door seemed to be held by an irresistible force, and no matter how hard the two tried, they could not move it an inch. Instead, it was slowly pushed open by a force from inside the door.

"Knock on the door!!!"

Zhang Youhong took out a red fan, and an unnatural red stain quickly spread across the door.

"Dong-dong-dong-dong!"

Luo Wensong suddenly raised his hand and frantically pounded on the door panel as if his life depended on it.

"Snapped!!!"

Under the impact of the two people's supernatural powers, the door shook violently, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard in the air.

However, the immense force still held the two of them back, and the door continued to slowly open.

Half of the old man's face behind the door was now clearly visible.

His skin was dry, and the corners of his mouth were cracked, revealing black holes where there were no teeth.

A strong stench of decay wafted from inside the door; it was deathly silent and chilling.

Luo Wensong's arm was almost stiff, but he still mustered all his strength, gritting his teeth and holding the door shut.

"Zhang Youhong! Hand over the doorplate! I'll take responsibility for the consequences!"

Zhang Youhong glanced at him, not having much time to think, and quickly pulled a doorplate from her sleeve.

Upon seeing this, Luo Wensong immediately snatched it away.

The cold, damp texture felt like holding a piece of human skin stuck to bones.

"hold onto."

After saying that, Luo Wensong took a deep breath, jumped up suddenly, and slammed the doorplate heavily onto the door frame.

The moment the doorplate was affixed above the door frame.

"Boom!"

The door bounced back violently, sending the two flying several meters before closing tightly together.

"Success!"

Luo Wensong lay on the ground, took out a pocket watch from his pocket and looked at it. "There's only one minute left. I only have one chance to open the door."

Zhang Youhong got up, her makeup had come off, and her skin was grayish-white underneath.

“You can’t use the ghost inside you anymore. Let me try.” With that, Zhang Youhong stretched out a blood-red wooden hand and gently grasped the doorknob.

However, the moment it made contact, the entire door began to tremble slightly.

Zhang Youhong's entire body began to fade rapidly, as if a force was drawing her away from her existence.

Clang.

The wooden hand fell to the ground.

"No."

Zhang Youhong looked at her severed arm and shook her head.

"This door must be opened from the inside, otherwise the ghost will interfere, and people outside will not be able to get in at all."

"Wait! Be quiet, what's that noise?"

Luo Wensong pressed his ear against the door, listening intently to the sounds coming from inside.

"Thump! Thump thump!"

The sound of hurried, heavy footsteps grew closer and more urgent.

Luo Wensong's eyes lit up; he recognized the footsteps.

"It looks like Li Qingzhi!"

Even Zhang Youhong could clearly hear the footsteps coming from behind the door.

The next second, the door was suddenly kicked open from the inside.

Li Qingzhi rushed out of the door, carrying Meng Xiaodong on his shoulder, and fell heavily to the floor.

He only managed to yell, "Close the door!"

Luo Wensong reacted very quickly, raising his hand to push.

"boom--"

The door closed again.

Zhang Youhong squatted down to help the two of them up, and she easily lifted Li Qingzhi, who was quite tall.

"Are you alright? Xiao Dong's condition... what happened to her?"

Li Qingzhi picked up Meng Xiaodong, his eyes filled with self-reproach.

"I'm fine. I've successfully imprisoned that ghost. Meng Xiaodong is in bad shape; she just took some Chinese medicine."

"Are you crazy?!" Luo Wensong shouted angrily.

"Why did you give her that stuff to eat?!"

He gripped Meng Xiaodong's wrist anxiously, his breath very weak, almost unable to feel a pulse.

Li Qingzhi retorted without backing down, "Do you think I can stop her from eating me?!"

The two stared at each other, the atmosphere tense.

The two of them had never gotten along, and now that Zhang Dong had disappeared, they disliked each other even more.

"be quiet."

Zhang Youhong's voice interrupted them from the side.

"Let's go to Luo Qian first. He can barely suppress the ghost inside Xiao Dong's body."

She squatted down at the doorway, took out a handful of foul-smelling soil from her bosom, and gently sprinkled it on the ground.

"Once Zhang Dong shows up and sees this, he will come looking for us."

The group left without lingering, supporting each other as they departed.

...

"Tap tap... tap tap"

Footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor.

The pace was steady, neither too fast nor too slow.

A young man in uniform slowly walked up the stairs, his leather shoes gleaming, his figure slender.

A clean-cut face, so handsome it seemed unreal.

I stopped in front of the door and looked up at the door number.

"301"

His gaze then fell back to the ground.

The clump of soil, which had originally smelled foul and turned black, seemed to have returned to its original, ordinary appearance because of his approach.

He squatted down, picked up a small handful of soil, and rubbed it between his fingertips, as if he were thinking.

Then he stood up, reached out and grasped the doorknob, turned it gently, opened the door, and went inside.

(End of this chapter)