Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 269 Now (Part Two)

"Are you kidding me?! Where I go is none of your business!"

Meng Xiaodong stood with his hands on his hips, pointing at Wang Xiaoming next to Zhang Dong.

"Your deadpan face is so disgusting!"

Wang Xiaoming wasn't angry; his expression was calm, and he simply glanced up at her.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are not a real person."

Meng Xiaodong was stunned, his expression froze.

Wang Xiaoming continued:

"First, from the moment you were nailed down, you repeatedly asked Yang Jian not to pull out the coffin nails."

"Secondly, your condition started to improve after that man behind you came in. Not only you, but the surrounding environment also changed. I'm sure he could kill my teammates behind me all by himself."

The lenses reflected white light as Wang Xiaoming gently adjusted the frames.

"Therefore, I am 80% certain that you must be suppressed by a supernatural force far exceeding your own level of terror, or you will die."

A hint of surprise flashed across Zhang Dong's face. He looked at Wang Xiaoming again. He had thought that Wang Xiaoming might just be an important official who needed protection, but now it seemed that he was far more complex than that.

He entered the room less than two minutes ago, but Wang Xiaoming was able to deduce Meng Xiaodong's current state in such a short time.

Such keen observation skills are even more abnormal than Xu Changyi's.

Xu Changyi also raised his head, his eyes darkening for a moment.

He had met countless intelligent people, but this extremely calm analytical ability surprised even him.

Meng Xiaodong opened his mouth in surprise. After Wang Xiaoming's analysis, he couldn't find the words to refute him for a moment.

"Ayi! Give him a piece of your mind!"

Xu Changyi clapped his hands.

“I often heard my master say that Zhuge Liang’s talent was extraordinary and that I would meet him one day.”

"Back then, I thought it was impossible for such a person to exist again in the world, but now that I've met you, I understand what he meant."

He looked at Wang Xiaoming with admiration.

"Heroes are as numerous as carp crossing a river, and every era has a few protagonists who lead the tide of history. It seems that our choice was right to have someone like you in the future."

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Xu Changyi."

He continued.

"I agree to your request. Meng Xiaodong will go back with you, but you must guarantee her safety. Otherwise, I will plant a seed in the past to take your head in the future!"

"no problem."

Wang Xiaoming simply nodded.

"Yang Jian, give him the diary."

Yang Jian, carrying a long spear, slowly walked forward.

The two tattered diaries were put together and handed to Zhang Dong.

Yang Jian kept staring into Zhang Dong's eyes. At this moment, people from two different eras made substantial contact through a diary.

"you know me?"

Zhang Dong did not respond, but spoke after taking the diary.

"Thank you."

Seeing that Zhang Dong was unwilling to say more, Yang Jian did not press the matter, but instead tossed a piece of gold to Xu Changyi.

"Gold can completely block supernatural killing patterns. Of course, I can't guarantee that this property will still apply in your time."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to Xu Changyi, a gesture that clearly indicated that intelligence must be exchanged for intelligence.

Yang Jian's personality has always been like this; he never does anything that doesn't benefit him. Xu Changyi looked at Zhang Dong and nodded in acknowledgment.

Then Zhang Dong took out a CD from his chest and handed it to Yang Jian.

"This is?"

Yang Jian looked at the somewhat worn-out disc in his hand. It was clearly not a product of the Republic of China era, but why would this thing appear on Zhang Dong?

This man has too many secrets; he seems to know me, and there's a disc that doesn't belong to his era…

Xu Changyi continued speaking to Wang Xiaoming.

"Now can you tell me how to use the diary?"

“Record it, write down the detailed time, and the diary will appear at the time it was written. This rule also applies to ghost tamers.”

Wang Xiaoming looked at Zhang Dong and continued.

"I'm not sure how far you've gone down the paranormal path, but if you want to save the girl next to you, you have to write her name in your diary, and the time must be in our era."

Zhang Dong nodded.

"What should I do."

“Any supernatural phenomenon is illogical. This diary comes from my time, so you can write it into our future. What you need to do is help her master this diary, or rather, let this diary master her, so that the two can reach a state of absolute balance or absolute suppression. Then she can use this diary to walk in the world.”

"understood."

Zhang Dong nodded and gently opened the diary.

The oily paper was covered with densely packed text.

However, Zhang Dong did not choose to erase these words. He knew that when faced with supernatural events on the timeline, any action could cause the current situation to change uncontrollably.

Turning to a new page, Zhang Dong picked up his pen.

With swift strokes, neat handwriting began to appear rapidly on the paper. In no time, the entire paper was filled with writing, and no one knew what Zhang Dong had written.

He closed the diary and patted Meng Xiaodong's head.

"Xiao Dong, you must live well. Our era has come to an end. In the future, you must assist them, drive away evil spirits, save people and promote good."

Tears welled up in her bright eyes.

Just when Meng Xiaodong thought she would never see Zhang Dong again, he turned back to save her. But this reunion only lasted for ten minutes before they had to part again.

Meng Xiaodong had always been by Zhang Dong's side, and Zhang Dong's affection for her could often be described as doting, which prevented her from fully maturing.

However, she always knew in her heart that in this era of supernatural resurgence and rampant ghosts, she could not live under Zhang Dong's protection forever.

This time, she didn't want Zhang Dong to worry about her anymore.

Her petite body jumped up and gently tapped Zhang Dong's forehead.

"I told you, don't touch my head! It'll stunt your growth!"

He took the oily-looking diary with his own initiative.

"You and Ayi can rest assured, I'll take good care of myself. I'm not a three-year-old anymore, why are you nagging me..."

As soon as she finished speaking, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"Woo."

Zhang Dong reached out and gently wiped away the tear stains on her cheeks.

Then he said to Xu Changyi.

"Let's go, Ayi."

They had been here long enough and weren't sure if the flow of time here was the same as outside. Now that things here were resolved, there were still many things waiting for him to deal with outside.

He glanced at Meng Xiaodong one last time, then resolutely turned around and left the room without looking back.

(End of this chapter)