Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 75 First Battle (XI)

"Professor Wang told me to tell you that the starving ghosts can invade reality through that 'non-existent street' in your ghost realm, and your ghost eyes can do the same."

The scarlet ghost eye on his forehead slowly rotated as Yang Jian pondered.

Wang Xiaoming's speculation might be plausible. The existence of vengeful ghosts is itself against common sense. Back in Dachang City, the starving ghost had already demonstrated to him the use of this ghost domain anti-intrusion technique.

If the Ghost Domain were to forcibly invade the puzzle piece of that black fire, it might be possible to replicate the situation in Dachang City where the starving ghost invaded the Ghost Eye's Ghost Domain.

However, a vengeful spirit that requires an entire ship to contain might be instantly killed if its invasion fails.
Li Jun walked towards the black flames and said, "I will cooperate with you, just like in the Ghost Painting, to create a new ghost realm through the collision of two supernatural entities."

Yang Jian looked at Li Jun and said, "The process of any ghost tamer controlling the supernatural is unrepeatable, let alone the collision of two completely different supernatural entities. To be honest, even I can't be sure if the situation will repeat itself."

"That's always been the case with the paranormal, isn't it?"

Li Jun's face remained expressionless. He turned to look at Yang Jian and continued:
“There’s nothing to hesitate about. It’s all up to us. If we can’t do it the first time, we’ll do it the second time. If we still can’t do it the second time, we’ll do it the third time. Before this body of mine burns out, all I can do is protect my country. Yang Jian, you see things more clearly than I do. I think you should understand what I mean.”

Yang Jian was slightly taken aback. A ghost tamer of Li Jun's caliber rarely showed any emotion, let alone expressions. Yet, he steadfastly held onto his conviction, something even Yang Jian couldn't do.

"I don't mind. Since you've already made up your mind, let's begin."

The two walked deeper into the debris of the rocket's nose cone.

The intense red light flickered erratically, as if it might collapse at any moment. Within the red light was a ball of black flame burning quietly, completely unaffected by the ghost domain. Even the scarlet color was being scorched and was about to dissipate.

"Li Jun."

As Yang Jian's cold voice rang out, the scarlet ghost realm contracted rapidly like a tide, followed by a burst of deep green flames blooming in its center.

Just as the two ghosts clashed, a golden light seemed to tear through space and flashed by.

Immediately afterwards, as if the sun were rising, dazzling golden light surged forth like a raging tide.

The next moment, the whole world was instantly illuminated, and the dazzling gold color surged wildly, enveloping everything in a golden glow.

A raw, burning sensation accompanied by a rush of golden light washed over me.

Even though this ghostly realm wasn't specifically targeting them, they could still sense that the vengeful spirits they were controlling were being suppressed.

The varying levels of terror among the supernatural are being vividly demonstrated at this moment.

A product of supernatural collisions, an unconventional fusion of ghostly realms, two pieces of a puzzle are awkwardly pieced together, forming an unknown state.

It can also be said that two completely different ghost puzzles, under the development of Yang Jian and Li Jun, have formed an alternative fusion.

During the out-of-control incident in Dajing City, the two also briefly used the merged Ghost Domain to suppress Ghost Painting.

But this state cannot last long. There are too many unknowns when facing vengeful ghosts. No one has ever done this before, and no one knows what will happen to the merged ghost realm in the next second.

Yang Jian's voice rang out from this golden expanse.

"I'm going to start taking action."

The golden flames slowly spread toward the cold, black flames. Even amidst the intense golden light, the black flames continued to burn quietly, without any change.

But the moment the two flames touched, the entire world suddenly distorted.

The surrounding scene was abruptly torn apart and rushed backward, like a roll of film being rapidly reversed, blurry and distorted.

No, it's not that the scene is moving backward; it's that they're accelerating. Even though they're standing still without any movement or propulsion, they're moving forward at an accelerated pace.

At this moment, the entire world is challenging the limits of everyone's visual senses, rushing towards them in a frenzy.

The acceleration is getting faster and faster, the surrounding space is stretched and deformed, and the colors in the field of vision are dragged into countless twisted light bands, as if they are being forcibly stripped of reality by some unknown rule.

The speed began to become uncontrollable.

The light bands became thinner and denser until they transformed into pure lines of color.

Strangely, no one felt any wind pressure; it was as if they were still standing in the same spot.

Consciousness was almost outpacing the body, being carried away towards some unknown place.

The colors around us were still receding wildly, and the speed was still increasing, reaching an incomprehensible extreme.

Then, everything suddenly froze.

Without a sound, the surrounding environment appeared abruptly.

A silent space, the sky is only a vast expanse of black, and underfoot is a thick layer of whitish dust.

Behind them, in the pitch-black expanse of space, hangs a blue planet.
That's Earth.

Wang Chaling raised his watch and checked the time.

"It's unbelievable, they arrived in an instant..."

A faint, almost imperceptible stench of decay suddenly appeared in the air. Wang Chaling's expression changed. This was the moon; how could there be any smell here?

"Everyone, be careful!"

Inside the meeting room, Liu San slowly scanned his surroundings.

In the familiar headquarters environment, Wang Xiaoming was talking about the fire that had occurred abroad, Shen Liang was distributing intelligence from the King's Organization, and Cao Yanhua was saying a lot of irrelevant things.

He had a strong sense of déjà vu, as if he had been here before and was sitting here just like today, and even the positions of everyone else were exactly the same.

“Something’s wrong”

Liu San observed the surrounding environment and the people present.
His sudden appearance at headquarters, without any prior cause or effect, just abruptly sitting there, felt like a dream, but he hadn't dreamt in a long time.
How did I get here...?

Liu San stood up, but the people around him didn't seem to notice him and continued to repeat what Liu San had experienced before.

Suddenly, Liu San's gaze locked onto the corner of the conference room, where a dog was lying quietly.

Yes, it was a dog, its black fur hidden in the shadows, its eyes lifeless, staring motionlessly at the crowd.

"A dog? Are you kidding me..."

Liu San's sallow face grew increasingly solemn. He had confirmed that he had been attacked, and it was with a type of consciousness that he was least familiar with.

With a slight tremor of his fingertips, pieces of cold, yellow paper quietly emerged. The paper fluttered gently, and a jet-black finger appeared beneath it. A faint stench of decay quickly spread through the air.

The next moment, the yellow paper suddenly rushed towards Wang Xiaoming.
(End of this chapter)