Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 67 First Battle (Part Two)

A resistance came from his hand; the ghostly hand, woven from threads, was unable to snap Eric's neck.

"Huh?!" A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes as he noticed that Eric's face had become distorted at some point.

The face looked extremely horrifying, like a corpse that had been thrown into a pot of boiling oil and then fished out, its entire face covered with charred scabs and pustules.

Foul-smelling yellow liquid dripped down his cheeks and onto the ground, instantly filling the air with a nauseating, putrid smell of cooking oil.

The tailor sensed something was wrong and tried to let go, but Eric's attack was faster.

The gravel road beneath their feet seemed to come alive, with countless gray-black stones rolling in from all directions, pressing down layer upon layer, burying the two in the blink of an eye, leaving only their heads sticking out.

"Can't move?!"

The tailor tried to break free, but the vengeful spirit inside him remained completely still; he was suppressed.

"Pfft!" Aili spat out a mouthful of black blood. The charred scabs on his body kept falling off, revealing pale chunks of flesh underneath. Without the restraint of the scabs, these chunks of flesh began to tremble as if they were alive.

At this moment, Eric's condition was extremely poor. Trapping this core member of the King's Organization here was the limit of what he could do.

The vengeful spirit within him was stirring restlessly, and he knew in his heart that he was not far from the vengeful spirit's resurgence.

But he wanted to drag the person in front of him down with him. Since he couldn't kill him himself, he would hand him over to the vengeful ghost that had gone out of control after its resurrection.

"Let go! If you continue, you'll die too."

The tailor's tone was clearly flustered; this was the first time he had encountered such a situation, and he could no longer sense the vengeful spirit within him.

Eric glanced at him, his eyes looking at him like he was an idiot.

“Ignorant outsider, we have guarded the border for generations, from soldiers to demon tamers. Life is no longer important to me. You will not leave here alive today.”

As the night sky gradually brightened, the thin lines in the sky completely disappeared, and the ground returned to its original state. On this winding road, only two piles of stones remained standing quietly on the road surface.

The member of the King's organization, codenamed Tailor, also realized that Eli was about to awaken as a vengeful ghost. Now it was a contest of who had more patience. He wasn't in the same condition as Eli, so he had to wait for the brief moment Eli awakened before escaping.

Time passed second by second, and blood flowed from his ears, nose and eyes. Aili's vision had become blurred, but the stones that bound the two of them remained taut, showing no sign of loosening.

Just then, a series of heavy footsteps sounded from one end of the road.

Aili looked in the direction of the sound.

It was a man with a sallow complexion and wrinkles on his face like deep ravines, who looked like a paper doll.

Eric spat out two mouthfuls of blood and said, "Friend, if you had come any later, you could have burned paper money for me."

"This is already the fastest we can go. This place is too far."

After saying that, Liu San raised his hand and placed it on the tailor's head.

Pieces of yellow paper, resembling human skin, immediately peeled off his body and quickly covered and wrapped the tailor's arms.

Already under suppression, Liu San's supernatural abilities intervened again, leaving the tailor with no chance to resist. He could only watch helplessly as his body was covered by yellow paper.

In just a moment, Liu San completely disappeared, and the member of the King's Organization was wrapped in yellow paper and stood in the center of the pile of stones.

"it's over"

Ai Li struggled to climb out of the pile of stones, picked up the phone that Liu San had dropped on the ground, and dialed a number.

"One person died, but the other three should be here soon."

After saying that, he hung up the phone. He was covered in blood and his face was deathly pale. He gritted his teeth, picked up the body wrapped in yellow paper, and quickly disappeared into the night along the road.

Headquarters.

Wang Xiaoming put down the phone and immediately turned around to send two messages on his computer.

He Yin'er stood aside and said, "Four people, we killed one, and the other three are coming soon. Is it too late?" Wang Xiaoming replied without turning his head, "The King's Organization's reaction was faster than I expected, but their operation is still in progress. We just need to wait here."

He Yin'er asked again, "Are you sure both of them will come? If either of them refuses you, you and I will both die here today."

“No, you’re wrong.” Wang Xiaoming shook his head.

“You are not a true ghost controller, and you have no idea what kind of suffering people in the supernatural world endure. They are at risk of death every moment.”

"Faced with vengeful ghosts, they have no choice but to be passively pushed into the unknown by paranormal events."

Wang Xiaoming suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence. A faint, almost imperceptible stench of decay suddenly appeared in the air. He turned to look at the doorway, as if he had sensed something.

"They're here..."

As soon as Wang Xiaoming finished speaking, two terrifying figures suddenly appeared in the hall. The two of them did not give He Yin'er any time to react and attacked Wang Xiaoming.

Before successfully summoning the soul, He Yin'er was even less effective than an ordinary ghost tamer. At this moment, she could only watch helplessly as the two members of the King's Organization rushed towards Wang Xiaoming.

Just then, a piercing sound of wind came from afar. The sound was extremely fast; one second it was right next to your ear, and the next second you felt a gust of wind rushing towards you.

The entire hall was covered by the gale, and the two members of the King's Organization were actually blown back half a step.

A hint of surprise flashed across their faces as they looked at the extremely strange gale. Despite its incredible speed, it seemed to be moving at an unusually slow pace.

In the howling wind, a figure in a suit and leather shoes could be seen appearing and disappearing, holding a pair of scissors in his hand. A corpse could also be vaguely seen lying on his shoulder, staring fiercely at the two people.

As the strong wind gradually subsided, Fang Shiming stood in the center of the hall, glanced back at Wang Xiaoming, and said calmly:
"You have nine minutes left."

At this moment, the two members of the King's Organization looked solemn and dared not make any move while watching Fang Shiming.

Fang Shiming simply stood there, doing nothing, yet he exerted immense pressure on the two of them.

He was sharp and arrogant, showing off his talents.

After a moment of silence, one of them spoke up: "We can't delay any longer; we must resolve this as soon as possible."

After he finished speaking, the environment at headquarters suddenly changed.

The group found themselves inside a dilapidated apartment building. Looking up, they could see dim lights in some rooms, and even vaguely see shadowy figures moving around in front of the windows.

Wang Xiaoming remained calm and began to speak:
"Warden, you seem to have the ability to bind vengeful spirits. Landlord, every room here has the ability to imprison vengeful spirits, both of them are more of a suppressive type. Are you trying to capture me alive...?"

He Yin'er then took out an old-fashioned water cup from behind her. The water cup looked quite old, like the kind of ceramic cups people used to drink water during the Republic of China era.

Lighting the incense in her hand, He Yin'er looked at Fang Shiming and said softly, "Be careful of your surroundings for five minutes. There is still one person who has not shown up."

Fang Shiming nodded. He and He Yin'er had saved each other's lives during the hurricane, and they were still quite polite to each other.

Raising his head and looking down at the two members of the King's Organization opposite him, Fang Shiming was not surprised by the change in his surroundings. His eyes were devoid of any emotion, revealing no trace of feeling.

A faint stench of decay permeated the empty apartment lobby. Silence spread, the air seemed to freeze, and the oppressive atmosphere was suffocating.

Finally, the person codenamed "Landlord" couldn't hold back any longer.

"Make a move, he's stalling for time, something's wrong with that woman."

The voice just fell.

boom! Bang bang bang!
Above everyone's heads, countless rooms suddenly opened, as if some terrifying medium had been triggered, opening one after another from left to right like firecrackers.

As the door opened, pieces of the apartment wall fell to the ground like human skin, seeping out black blood.

The stench of death in the air grew stronger.

Immediately afterwards, the dull thud of countless chains dragging across the ground came from the room above, indicating that a ghost was invading this apartment building through its rooms.

(End of this chapter)