Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 265 Paper Money (The End)

He stiffly raised his head, his unfocused pupils suddenly staring at the two of them.

The rule of killing is that once the conditions are met, death is inevitable.

He slowly raised his arm and held it in mid-air, reaching out towards the two of them.

"What is this black and white color scheme…?"

Meng Xiaodong's serious expression carried a hint of confusion. She had never seen this ghost before, but it seemed very familiar to her.

Especially the dull, lifeless black and white color, which was exactly the same as the characteristics of the vengeful ghost within her. However, she still couldn't remember where she had seen it before.

As the withered arm drew near, black and white gradually enveloped the entire room.

Zhang Dong has already begun his operation. Waving his hand is merely one of the conditions for launching the attack. He can passively release his supernatural power at any time if he wants.

But Zhang Dong was never able to completely eliminate those strange colors.

"Such a thing can happen."

A flash of realization crossed Zhang Dong's eyes; he recognized the ghost. Though hard to believe, it was happening right before his eyes. The supernatural is always unpredictable, and he had no choice but to believe.

"Let's give it a try, and hopefully it won't exceed my expectations."

He raised his hand and slapped it hard.

The old man suddenly froze, his body held in place by Zhang Dong's aggression.

But the duration was extremely short; after two or three seconds, the old man resumed his movements.

"Zhang Dong! I'm here to help you!"

As Meng Xiaodong spoke, he was about to rush forward.

"Stop, Xiao Dong."

Zhang Dong stopped her with one hand.

"Listen to me, stand behind me."

"Oh..." Meng Xiaodong pouted and reluctantly walked to the back with his hands behind his back.

With a sharp, cold glint in his eyes, Zhang Dong stared intently at the old man. Without hesitation, he took a step forward and simultaneously reached out to grab the old man's neck.

The supernatural battle begins, a contest between the living and the vengeful ghosts unfolding in this small room.

Watching the color slowly creep up on his arm, Zhang Dong couldn't help but frown. He had imagined the ghost would be extremely terrifying, but he hadn't expected it to be this extreme.

Just then, he suddenly felt a strange gaze upon him, as if a corpse was observing the world through his body.

As this strange feeling arose, Meng Xiaodong was startled; she had only seen this state once before.

It was a dangerous exploration. There was a vengeful ghost with absolute dominance. Zhang Dong lost all his supernatural powers in front of it. Just as he was about to die, he was met with a strange gaze. In the end, Zhang Dong led them to escape.

After that incident, Zhang Dong frequently disappeared, claiming he was going to suppress the evil spirit within him, but no one knew where he went.

With a sudden exertion, Zhang Dong actually lifted the old man up.

But the attack continued. His entire arm had completely changed color, yet he was still unable to move forward, the eerie gaze following him relentlessly.

It was like spying, or like observing and learning.

Zhang Dong strode to the left, where there was a guest room.

"Open the door!"

Meng Xiaodong immediately ran up and kicked the door open.

With a forceful throw, he flung the old man in his arms heavily into the hole.

Then he quickly pulled a seal out of his bag.

The dull, lackluster material appears to be made from some kind of skin, and it bears a large "seal" character.

Zhang Dong carefully affixed the seal along the crack in the door.

"ended."

Looking at the seal, Zhang Dong wasn't relieved; instead, many questions arose in his mind. "This ghost...it feels so familiar..."

Meng Xiaodong tilted his head, pondering the attack he had just experienced.

Zhang Dong, his brow furrowed, surveyed his surroundings, his mind racing. However, the situation he faced was complex. He turned to Meng Xiaodong and said:
"Xiao Dong, an unknown upheaval has occurred here, beyond my expectations. I need to find Xu Changyi; only he can analyze what exactly happened."

Upon hearing this, Meng Xiaodong's eyes immediately lit up.

"Oh, it's been a long time since I've seen him. He's always acting mysterious, talking about the supernatural with such uncertainty."

"No"

Zhang Dong shook his head.

"Huh? Not going again?"

Meng Xiaodong didn't understand what he meant at first.

I said, no. I can't take you...

Zhang Dong couldn't finish his sentence.

"Why didn't you take me?! Do you really like that blockhead Zhang Youhong?! Could it be...?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

Seemingly realizing what had happened, Meng Xiaodong stood there blankly, a happy smile still on her lips.

Her hands and feet were awkwardly placed at her sides, and she seemed a little lost. Her lips trembled as she spoke.

"I've already gone out, right?"

She tried her best to keep her voice steady so that she wouldn't burst into tears in front of Zhang Dong.

Zhang Dong didn't dare look into her eyes, and simply nodded slowly.

"Yeah! I know!"

Despite her trembling face, Meng Xiaodong managed a cute smile and nodded obediently. Then she stepped forward and touched the face she had longed for day and night.

"Eat more, you're so thin."

"Um…"

Zhang Dong reached out and wiped away the tears from the girl's eyes.

"gone."

Having made up his mind, he resolutely turned around, picked up the coffin, opened the door, and left without looking back.

Looking at the closed door, Meng Xiaodong slowly closed his eyes, as if he wanted to recall Zhang Dong's face one last time before his memory faded away.

She was deeply moved that, in the moments before she died, she was able to see the person she longed for one last time.

As Zhang Dong walked away, Meng Xiaodong's figure began to dim and eventually disappeared from the spot. She was about to return to her own minute, forever looping.

This is a characteristic of the vengeful spirit that Meng Xiaodong controls. Every time she uses the power of the vengeful spirit, she can invade the past and bring out her past self to help. The exact same supernatural events can theoretically be stacked infinitely.

But what Meng Xiaodong herself didn't know was that every minute of Meng Xiaodong was the real her. Once she used the power of the vengeful ghost, that minute of her would be stripped from history and forever remain there.

Unable to live, unable to die, they ultimately perish in agony within the cycle they have trapped in.

Zhang Dong discovered the characteristics of the vengeful spirit she controlled by chance, but he never told Meng Xiaodong this cruel truth.

Instead, he said goodbye to her every minute in his own way, in what he thought was the best way.

The room gradually darkened, and in the space that had been washed by the chaotic timeline, Meng Xiaodong was about to completely dissipate.

"boom!"

The door was kicked open.

A young man with a scarlet mark on his forehead walked in, carrying a long spear.

"Shen Lin, watch your surroundings. Li Jun, keep an eye on Wang Xiaoming. Ye Zhen, give me the diary."

(End of this chapter)