Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 83 First Battle (19)
"Throughout the entire process, I heard the first thing: the black flames would attack the person who attacked him, or rather, the person who harbored ill intentions towards him."

Wang Xiaoming spoke very quickly. As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling laugh came from the other end of the phone.

"You'll all die...hehehe..."

The voice sounded as if someone was whispering in his ear. As the terrifying voice rang out, the worker on the other end of the thin wire trembled, his eyes quickly went out of focus, and he collapsed.

Upon seeing this, another staff member nearby did not hesitate at all, immediately pulled out the thin thread that resembled an intestine, and swallowed it into his throat.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at it silently, his expression complicated, and continued speaking quickly:
"Secondly, the method of killing might not be the conventional one, involving the use of ghostly realms or other mediums to launch an attack..."

"Is the disappearance of Yangjian Ghost Realm related to the hand Shen Lin held onto the coffin nail?"

"This ghost replaced the result of attacking it... and then invaded the 'cause' that gave rise to the idea of ​​attacking it."

On the moon, everyone listened quietly; at that moment, time was of the essence.

“Yang Jian’s ghost domain did not disappear, but rather Yang Jian never activated it. The same goes for Shen Lin’s hand; he never chose to nail that ghost down with coffin nails.”

"Although I don't know how it was done, that doesn't matter. Ghosts are always baseless and illogical entities; all we need to do is find a solution..."

As Wang Xiaoming calmly analyzed the situation, staff members in the conference room died one after another, yet the call never stopped.

Death is like a relay baton, passed from one person to the next.

Everyone knew they were about to die, yet they still resolutely picked up the thin wire that maintained communication.

Without hesitation, without backing down.

The shadow of the vengeful ghost never dissipated, but fear lost its meaning at this moment.

At this moment, the human will is concentrated to its extreme, and the emotion called courage burns amidst blood and despair.

Every breath, every decision, is a counterattack against the vengeful ghost, as if they are interpreting a silent belief with their lives:

Ghosts are not scary; what is scary is succumbing to fear and losing the courage to face them.

Fear is a biological instinct, but courage is the hymn of humanity.

"This murder pattern, which is like a reversal of cause and effect, also follows the nature of vengeful ghosts."

"Don't even think about attacking him; go to the more distant future and let the outcome remain uncertain."

"Beep beep..."

After Wang Xiaoming finished speaking, he hung up the phone, looked up at the corpses being carried out one after another, and a rare, indescribable emotion appeared in his eyes. Then he continued to analyze with his head down, remaining silent.

On the far side of the moon, only a faint light shines.

After listening, everyone pondered for a moment. Liu San looked at Yang Jian, and the strange black flames gradually began to appear on Yang Jian's body.

It is about to invade Yang Jian's consciousness into reality. Once the invasion is successful, it will mean that Yang Jian's consciousness has been completely eroded and he will die immediately.

"There is something, but I'm not sure if it will work. So far, I've never heard of anyone being able to travel to a future that hasn't happened yet..."

Wang Chaling looked at the two lifeless figures behind him, as if he were recalling something.

"Moreover, that thing isn't here..." No one knew what Wang Chaling was referring to. It was an old pendulum clock in the Wang family mansion, existing at some point in the past. Those who knew about the old clock were imprisoned in the mansion, and apart from Wang Chaling, no one else knew much about its existence.

Time was rushing by, and no one had time to weigh the options.

Shen Lin suddenly spoke up, saying, "I have used my memories to do some incredible things before, so I've always had a guess."

He glanced at Li Leping and continued, "In the Ghost Painting, you invaded my consciousness, erasing the starving ghost that had completely invaded me and moving it back to its original position. Ever since then, I've been wondering, what if it were the other way around?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Li Leping's face, then he immediately understood Shen Lin's intention.

Walking up to Li Leping, Shen Lin asked a question that only the two of them could understand: "Is it possible, like a counter-invasion, except the risk factor is too high, and you might get lost in endless fragments of memories."

"We have to do it even if we can't. When faced with the supernatural, we never have a choice."

Then Li Leping turned to Wang Chaling and said, "Don't resist. If we fail, abandon us and Yang Jian, retreat to headquarters and find Wang Xiaoming. I still have some backup plans in Dachuan City."

"Understood." Wang Chaling nodded, took out a pocket watch and handed it to Li Leping, then said, "There is an old house in Dadong City, built by my grandfather. There is a pendulum clock inside. That thing might be able to help Yang Jian."

Wang Chaling didn't know what the two of them wanted to do, but he still told them the location of the clock. In such a life-or-death moment, any attempt to hide anything would be mindless and foolish.

"Let's begin." After saying that, Li Leping and Shen Lin's figures gradually became blurry and transparent.

As the two disappeared, Wang Chaling's memories began to change, and two terrifying figures suddenly appeared in his memory.

One of them was carrying a sharp axe, while the other was blurry and his face was not visible.

Those were Shen Lin and Li Leping.

The two seemed to be in a hurry, as if they were searching for something.

"Keep moving forward, look for a safe place."

Li Leping nodded, and the black smoke around his body grew thicker and thicker, to the point that even Wang Chaling in reality could smell a burnt odor.

It was a dilapidated old house in the style of the Republic of China era. I can clearly see it in my memory. A man dressed in the style of the Republic of China era was directing a group of workers to repair the building.

The man looked to be around forty years old and bore a striking resemblance to Wang Chaling, except that his face was unusually terrifying, with large patches of brown lividity appearing intermittently on it.

Beside him was a child who, at a glance, looked exactly like a miniature version of Wang Chaling.

The timeline here seems to be set in the Republican era. The middle-aged man should be Wang Chaling's grandfather, and the child next to him is, without a doubt, Wang Chaling's father.

But it's strange that Wang Chaling has memories of the Republican era. Logically, he was born in modern society, so this should be impossible.

But the two of them had no time to think about that problem; they had to find the clock and rescue Yang Jian.

The two observed quietly. This memory fragment was safe, and they planned to wait here for the pendulum to appear.

“Something’s wrong”

Li Leping looked at the middle-aged man who was directing the workers; that was Wang Chaling's grandfather.

"It seems like he can see us..."

(End of this chapter)