Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 268 Now (Part 1)

Room 301 was stuffy.

The pale gray light shone on the wall, giving it a cold glow, like mold seeping through the skin of a corpse.

"The future? Do you think I'm a three-year-old? There's no way a supernatural being could invade time that hasn't even happened yet!"

Meng Xiaodong was nailed to the spot by the coffin nails, but she still bared her teeth and claws and shouted at the crowd, clearly not believing these strangely dressed guys in front of her. She even suspected that they were ghost tamers from Japan who had infiltrated.

"Nothing is impossible in the supernatural. In the real world, even things with an absolutely no probability of happening can be accomplished under the influence of the supernatural. I think you should understand this simple principle."

Wang Xiaoming stepped forward, staring into Meng Xiaodong's eyes, his tone calm.

“Our meeting is a rare opportunity. This place is very unstable. You should seize this chance and exchange intelligence with us within this limited time.”

Meng Xiaodong's mind works very fast. She may have a rather unconventional personality, but she is not stupid to stand out in this era.

She wasn't sure if what Wang Xiaoming and the others said was true.

"Prove to me that you really are from the future."

"We won."

At this moment, Li Jun stepped forward.

He was wearing a military uniform, which was stained, but his posture remained upright, exuding a sense of solemnity and authority. This kind of temperament, which can only be acquired through real combat, is unchangeable.

He exudes an aura of authority simply by standing there.

"Victory?"

“That’s right.” Li Jun nodded emphatically.

"Through the sacrifices of countless predecessors, we have achieved final victory."

A rare hint of solemnity appeared in Li Jun's usually cold eyes.

His tone was respectful, and a history woven from blood and fire slowly unfolded from his lips. There was no exaggeration; he was simply recounting a true story that had happened.

Everyone in the room listened quietly. As Li Jun recounted the tragic history, it seemed as if it were truly unfolding before Meng Xiaodong's eyes.

Li Jun spoke very quickly, and he gave a concise overview of the history he already knew by heart.

a long time.

Meng Xiaodong's eyes were blazing with barely suppressed anger.

Although Li Jun's description was vague, she could still feel the heavy weight of that period of history.

"We've won...we've won..."

Meng Xiaodong muttered to himself, repeating himself over and over, his eyes welling up with tears.

In this chaotic world, she witnessed too much suffering.

Piles of corpses, wailing civilians, the steel torrent of war swept away all the peaceful daily life.

They felt humiliated, angry, resentful, and desperate.

But they were helpless; they had considered intervening.

But an individual's strength is limited, and they themselves are burdened with misfortune, struggling to even survive, let alone participate in such a conflict at the level of the times.

There were times when demon tamers risked their lives to fight off many invaders, but it was all in vain; they couldn't make a ripple in the torrent of war.

Most importantly, demon tamers are not a product of one place; such people exist all over the world.

The Republic of China era, in which Meng Xiaodong lived, was different from the modern era. The number of ghost tamers abroad was also considerable, and their overall strength was not much worse than theirs.

After some large-scale conflicts broke out in the early stages, over time, both sides reached a tacit understanding that the Ghost Masters would try not to interfere in the war.

Especially in China, where their own country is the main battlefield, they are even more unwilling to have a conflict, since every battle between Ghost Tamers means that one side will die, or both sides will be severely injured.

In their time, no solution had yet been found that could reliably imprison a vengeful ghost.

Therefore, for them, conflict between demon tamers is the last thing they want to see. "Thank you for telling me so much."

Meng Xiaodong raised his head, his childishness gone, and his eyes showed more sincerity.

"But... I never expected that someone could actually travel from the future to the present. Can things that have already happened be changed...?"

"Little Dong."

squeak-

The door behind them was suddenly pushed open, and two men walked in.

The captains were all startled and immediately turned around to look. They hadn't noticed the two men's arrival at all.

A terrifying scene unfolded immediately.

The moment Zhang Dong appeared, everyone felt the vengeful spirits within them being suppressed. This suppression wasn't a supernatural level of overwhelming power; rather, they felt as if they had regained their human-like aura.

The eerie feeling made Yang Jian even doubt whether he was dreaming, because he could only feel emotions in dreams.

Looking at the handsome man, he felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he just couldn't remember where.

"They did indeed travel back to the past, but it was slightly different. We also traveled to the future at the same time. This place can be seen as a crossroads of supernatural spaces, where people from every time period may appear in 301."

As Xu Changyi spoke, he walked to the other side. He had been observing everyone, and finally his gaze settled on Wang Xiaoming. He casually found a stool and sat down.

"Zhang Dong! Ayi!"

When Meng Xiaodong saw the two of them, she exclaimed with delight, waving her hands and feet excitedly. She had thought she would never see Zhang Dong again.

Zhang Dong walked over to Meng Xiaodong, ruffled her hair, then grabbed the spear and pulled it out forcefully.

The spear drew a straight line in the air and landed steadily in Yang Jian's hand, as if it knew that this was Yang Jian's weapon.

Yang Jian caught the spear, but his eyes remained fixed on Zhang Dong. He had a sense of familiarity with this man, but he couldn't remember him. Unlike Li Leping's forgetfulness, it was more like his cognition had been altered by some kind of terrifying supernatural force.

The ghost eye on its forehead was tightly closed, the ghost hand was numb, and the dark shadow behind it remained motionless.

At the same time, all the team captains present had this strange feeling; emotions that had not appeared for a long time were gradually welling up in their hearts.

Wang Xiaoming was also watching Xu Changyi.

It seemed to be a unique quality of people like Wang Xiaoming; from the moment Xu Changyi entered the room, he and Wang Xiaoming had been observing each other.

Their gazes met calmly, perhaps through some unspoken understanding, a kind of perception only found between kindred spirits.

The atmosphere was delicate, with everyone, including Zhang Dong, focusing their attention on Wang Xiaoming and Xu Changyi.

"Time is limited, so you don't need to tell me what will happen in the future."

Xu Changyi was straightforward, holding up two fingers to Wang Xiaoming.

"First, I need to get Xiao Dong out of here. Tell me how."

"Secondly, how will you isolate yourself from the supernatural in the future?"

Wang Xiaoming did not answer immediately.

He took off his glasses, wiped them gently, and put them back on.

The room fell silent again as he pondered.

Yang Jian and the others stood facing Zhang Dong, all the captains looking wary. They knew very well that the change in their own state was due to the handsome man in front of them.

"can."

Wang Xiaoming spoke, pointing at Meng Xiaodong.

"But she can't go back with you."

(End of this chapter)