Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 6 Out of Control (Part Six)

Dajing City

The entire sky was a dull, deathly gray, with countless gray particles slowly falling from the sky.

The entire city is gradually being covered by the ghostly domain of the ghost painting. The entire city of Dajing is now in chaos. From the air, thick smoke is billowing in many places, flames are rising everywhere, people's shouts are rising and falling, vehicles are crashing and crashing on the road, and they are scattered haphazardly on the street. Gunshots can even be heard in some places.

"The vengeful spirits imprisoned at headquarters have completely spiraled out of control. The city of Dajing is now teeming with ghosts, and any action by an ordinary person could trigger a ghost's killing pattern..."

Chen Yi frowned as he looked at the apocalyptic scene before him. This was already the third group of ordinary people he had saved.

Feeling the restlessness of the vengeful spirits within him, he was filled with anxiety. If it weren't for the fact that these vengeful spirits were all recorded in the headquarters' archives, he would have died here long ago.

Just as Chen Yi was staring at the distant sky in thought, a strange bus slowly drove past him.

"Huh? What's this? A supernatural creation..."

Headquarters.

"Professor Wang, some information just came back from the Ghost Painting, but the communication only lasted for less than twenty seconds before it was disconnected."

Liu Xiaoyu rushed in, holding a document in her hand.

Wang Xiaoming frowned, a rare occurrence, as he looked at the intelligence report before him.

"It can be inferred that there is a 60%... no, 80% probability that the Ghost Painting has already acquired some of the abilities of the Hungry Ghost, and it's even possible that the Ghost Messenger possesses some of the medium between the two."

"Old Qin is driving that bus here. The captains don't have much time left. In supernatural events, things can change in an instant, and an instant is enough to kill everyone. We need to find a way to get this information out..."

Suddenly, a gray hue quietly enveloped the entire conference room.

"Wait, this gray..."

Wang Xiaoming looked at the suddenly changed environment around him.

"The Ghost Realm communication should be restored. Send the information out immediately!"

An unknown space.

It was dull and oppressive. The entire sky was covered with a thick layer of deathly black, and countless straw ropes hung in the air. The hazy light shone through the straw ropes onto Yang Jian and his two companions. In front of them was a gloomy village.

"Ghost Rope...Huanggang Village, we're very close, let's go in."

Inside Huanggang Village, a faint stench of corpses permeated the air, as if some hidden body was watching the three of them from the shadows.

The three stood in a large hall, where a pitch-black coffin was placed in the center. In front of the coffin stood a portrait of a woman in red whose features were not clearly visible. Her pair of pale, eerie hands were particularly eye-catching.

"Ghost drawing?"

Just then, a sudden sound of footsteps came from outside the hall, as if someone was walking out of the deserted village. The footsteps were muffled and orderly, and sounded particularly clear in the dead silence of the village.

"Just like back in Huanggang Village." Yang Jian looked solemnly toward the gate.

The footsteps grew closer, and after a moment, a figure emerged from the darkness.

A man who looked exactly like Wei Jing walked with a wooden gait—no, it should be said that he was a ghost messenger resembling Wei Jing.

Yang Jian was thinking.

"Should we take action... or do what we did in Huanggang Village and wait for the ghost to enter the coffin?"

Before Yang Jian could make a move, suddenly, a grayish color spread out from the portrait in front of the coffin, instantly enveloping the ghost messenger. The ghost messenger's body slowly faded in this grayness and then disappeared. Then, the grayness suddenly contracted and disappeared back into the portrait.

Before Yang Jian and the other two could react, a series of heavy footsteps sounded again outside the hall, and a figure reappeared at the hall entrance.

Tong Qian's three faces stared at the ghost messenger who had reappeared.

"Yang Jian, should we make a move? It seems that neither Ghost Painting nor Ghost Messenger can defeat the other."

"No, this is the restart of the ghost messengers. The operation has stopped. The collision between the ghost painting and the ghost messengers has formed a certain balance. Now, any intervention of supernatural forces will cause unknown changes. We cannot take this risk. We need to find an exit. The situation here is no longer something that the three of us can solve."

Yang Jian was quickly analyzing the situation. Li Leping, standing beside him, had his eyes slightly closed, as if he might fall asleep at any moment.

Just as Yang Jian and his two companions were about to leave the hall, a grayish color mixed with a dark blue aura suddenly attacked them.

Inside a passageway.

The chests of two lifeless old men were pierced by the rotting, blackened hands of the starving ghost. Under the pressure of the coffin nails inside the starving ghost's body, the old men's movements appeared unusually slow, as if they were watching a slow-motion movie.

Suddenly, a mouthful of black, ferocious teeth split open from the rotting head's jaws and bit down hard on the old man's head, leaving a small gap in the old man's cold head.

Shen Lin's pupils contracted.

"It's almost completely adapted to the coffin nails; it must be locked up immediately."

Before Shen Lin could make a further move, the Hungry Ghost suddenly turned its head and bit at him from a distance. Shen Lin was horrified to find that most of his shoulder had vanished instantly, and his entire body became flickering between light and shadow, as if it were about to disappear.

"It's out of control! These kinds of supernatural phenomena don't even require physical contact, Wang Chaling! If we don't act quickly, all our efforts will be in vain!"

Wang Chaling was slowly approaching the starving ghost with a shroud in his hand. Every step was incredibly difficult. If it weren't for the second generation of the Wang family blocking his way, he would have already been swallowed up by this dark blue ghost domain.

Shen Lin and the Wang family had barely managed to restrain the Hungry Ghost's movements, but as the Hungry Ghost became fully accustomed to the coffin nails, the situation was rapidly changing.
Wang Chaling was extremely anxious, watching Shen Lin's figure about to disappear as if he had made up his mind.

The figure of the second generation of the Wang family slowly disappeared into his body. Wang Chaling's face began to turn pale, and his body quickly became covered with lividity and began to rot, looking like a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

The next second, Wang Chaling appeared in front of the starving ghost, picked up the shroud, and was about to put it over the ghost's head.

"It's time to finish."

Just as the shroud was about to touch the rotting head of the hungry ghost, a sudden change occurred in their location.

The surrounding environment seemed to be covered with a layer of gray. The two felt the ghosts inside their bodies being suppressed for a moment, and the next second they were plunged into a gray, oil painting-like world along with the starving ghost.

The two were momentarily distracted, and the dark blue-green ghostly aura of the starving ghost suddenly spread out, but its speed slowed down, as if it was being suppressed by some kind of force.

Within the gray world, the starving ghosts seemed to have formed a temporary balance with the ghost paintings, and the dark blue ghost domain remained within a ten-meter radius of the starving ghosts, unable to extend further.

The hazy, gray fog in the sky seemed to freeze in mid-air, as if the whole world had been put on pause.

Wang Chaling is not a gambler, because he firmly believes that if you don't gamble, you won't lose. But just now, facing the life-or-death situation of the starving ghost, he had no choice but to briefly control the vengeful ghost of the second generation of the Wang family.

"Too late, has it failed?" Wang Chaling observed the suddenly changing environment around him.

Having recovered, Shen Lin looked up at the gray world. "Ghost paintings? It seems to have achieved a kind of supernatural balance, but it probably won't last long."

Wang Chaling's entire body had begun to decompose. The flesh inside was slowly turning black and white, emitting a strong stench of decay.

"I never thought I'd end up on this path," Wang Chaling said with a self-deprecating laugh.

Suddenly, the satellite phone in Wang Chaling's pocket beeped, displaying only one message: "Ghost Painting is suspected of possessing some of the abilities of the Hungry Ghost and Ghost Messengers. Be careful, everyone."

"According to information from headquarters, it seems that we are not the only two who have been drawn into this bizarre world within the painting."

“Your condition is not good. The supernatural collision between the ghost painting and the starving ghost has created a temporary balance. Get away from here and seek help.” Shen Lin looked at the motionless starving ghost with a solemn expression.

He dared not use any supernatural power now, because even the slightest intervention of supernatural forces could change the situation in an instant.

“You’re right. I can tell the difference between courting death and having guts. Let’s go.” Wang Chaling turned around blankly and left with Shen Lin.

Darkness, oppression. Yang Jian couldn't see anything clearly; his ghost eyes seemed to be suppressed, tightly closed.

Yang Jian felt his body slowly sinking and melting.

"Hopefully this will work." Feeling the paper banner in the ghost's hand, Yang Jian suddenly swung it forcefully into the darkness before him. A gray streak emerged from the darkness, instantly opening up his entire field of vision.

Suddenly, Yang Jian realized that he, Li Leping, and Tong Qian were falling rapidly from the sky to the ground.

Without time to think, Yang Jian tried to activate his Ghost Domain, but the Ghost Eye on his forehead remained motionless and unresponsive.

"Li Leping! If you don't wake up soon, we'll all be dead!"

Seeing Li Leping already asleep, Yang Jian raised his ghost hand and slapped Li Leping in mid-air. The slap caused the black haze in Li Leping's head to explode, leaving Tong Qian's three faces dumbfounded. She suspected that if this slap had hit her face, it would have directly caused the ghost to revive.

Falling, the wind whistles past my ears, getting closer and closer to the ground...
Suddenly, a thick, grayish-black smoke enveloped Yang Jian and Tong Qian.

The three of them stood up.

Yang Jian looked at the gray sky mixed with dark blue haze with a complicated expression. Tong Qian held the satellite phone and read the message inside. Li Leping rubbed his right cheek as if he was thinking about something.

"Was I attacked...? As expected of a ghost messenger, they forced me to forget about this attack..."

Tong Qian looked at Li Leping rubbing his face, wanting to say something, but before she could speak, Yang Jian glared at her and stopped her.

"Hmm? Is there something wrong?" Li Le stared at Yang Jian and Tong Qian with a deadpan expression.

“No,” Yang Jian replied immediately.

"Let's go. According to headquarters, there should be other people in charge at Ghost Painting. Let's find them and resolve this incident." Yang Jian turned and left without looking back.

"Oh, was I attacked by ghost messengers in Huanggang Village before?"

"No."

"Oh"

(End of this chapter)