Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 9 Out of Control (Part 9)

Ye Zhen was suspended in mid-air like a corpse, without making a sound.

Wang Chaling's expression changed as he saw Ye Zhen being tightly choked. "A ghost messenger?! We can't deal with it alone. Save the person first, suppress it! Make it restart!"

Almost simultaneously, Li Leping and Wang Chaling grabbed the dark, eerie arm.

As the suppression took effect, Ye Zhen abruptly opened his eyes. But this suppression was mutual; they dared not let go, for the ghost messengers would begin killing once the suppression was lost.

"Watch out for what's next!" Su Fan shouted, pointing to the side while looking at his phone.

The next second, an identical, eerily huge picture frame appeared there, and once again, a pair of pitch-black hands reached out from it.
"What a joke! Two ghost paintings?!" Yang Jian's eyelids twitched when he saw the strangely appearing huge picture frame.

Before Yang Jian could even react with surprise, another red figure slowly appeared before him.

A foul-smelling gust of wind howled in, and old scissors, covered in black hair, stabbed fiercely at the suddenly appearing red figure.

Fang Shiming's expression changed. "It can't be inserted?!"

"Watch out!" Shen Lin appeared behind him, his figure blurry and almost transparent.

As Shen Lin appeared, the woman in red in front of him seemed to be suppressed by some kind of supernatural force, and her figure slowly became blurred.

"Hurry! I can't hold it in for much longer!"

Fang Shiming's body sank, and a cold, pale corpse suddenly appeared on the red-clad woman's shoulder. The old scissors pierced into it smoothly, and the red body trembled slightly before coming to a standstill.

Will-o'-the-wisps and my scissors can subdue ghost drawings.
"Find a way to restrain the ghost messengers! I have a slight idea about imprisoning the ghost painting." Fang Shiming looked at the crowd with bloodshot eyes.

The pitiful and eerie cries and the strange laughter echoed in everyone's ears. This indiscriminate attack did not distinguish between friend and foe, but at this moment no one dared to tell Tong Qian to shut up.

In another suddenly appearing picture frame, half of the body of a dark figure had emerged. The figure was wearing a tattered, worn-out outfit resembling that of a leader, covered in thick bloodstains. Its head was stiff and black, emitting a putrid stench.

"Uncontrollable! That corpse is still moving!" Tong Qian's eyes were filled with despair as she watched the corpse slowly crawl out of the picture frame.

Suddenly, Yang Jian remembered something and shouted, "That coffin! Make the ghost messengers go back to that coffin!"

The situation is extremely critical. Once the ghost messengers from the other painting fully emerge, everyone will die here.

The golden ghost domain led everyone and the ghost painting towards the coffin in the air, almost instantly approaching it.

However, a grayish-blue ghost domain blocked their path. After a brief collision, the golden ghost domain suddenly tore the grayish-blue ghost domain apart.

After the bluish-gray ghostly aura slowly dissipated, a person dressed entirely in gray stood quietly beside the ghost coffin in front of everyone, motionless, as if deep in thought.

"Are you kidding me? Tong Qian! Stop it!"

Before Tong Qian could make a move, the hungry ghost suddenly split open its jaws, its mouth opening to an exaggerated size, and swallowed the entire coffin whole in one gulp. Strangely, after swallowing the coffin, which was twice the size of the hungry ghost, the ghost's shape did not change at all.

The next second, the starving ghost suddenly turned its head and stared straight at everyone.

At this moment, only Tong Qian, Ah Hong, and Su Fan are still able to move, but in the current situation, the three of them cannot play any decisive role.

Yang Jian was unable to break free. The sudden appearance of the second ghost painting and the ghost messenger made him and Li Jun afraid to completely suppress the woman in red in front of them, fearing that a third ghost painting might appear.

"It's too late, Li Jun, hold on!"

Yang Jian's figure blurred, appearing beside the starving ghost, holding a tattered paper banner in his hand. Suddenly, Yang Jian pried the ghost eye off its forehead, its entire face instantly stained red with blood. Without any hesitation, Yang Jian forcefully slammed the ghost eye onto the paper banner.

In a fleeting moment, as if a revolving lantern had appeared, Yang Jian suddenly remembered Wang Xiaoming's words.

"I conducted an experiment with this paper banner once, but it was too dangerous, so I put it here. If necessary, you can put your ghost eye inside, which might turn the tide."

The paper banner emitted a dense red light. Yang Jian's ghostly hand holding the banner turned deathly pale, and his skin began to crack. Yang Jian's body was being torn apart, and through the tears, several ghostly eyes could be seen moving eerily within his body.
With great difficulty, he lifted the paper banner and gently touched it to the hungry ghost. Instantly, the space around the hungry ghost was distorted and deformed, as if a stream of water had sucked the hungry ghost into the paper banner.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, a gray-blue figure suddenly appeared in front of Yang Jian.

It was rotten and stinking, and its pair of dead gray eyes were fixed on Yang Jian.

"That's it... the Ghost Messenger's unsolvable restart... am I going to die?" Yang Jian looked at the starving ghost that had reappeared before him. Having eaten the ghost coffin, it now possessed the same supernatural abilities as the Ghost Messenger.

There was no need to use the Death Banner again; a sense of despair enveloped everyone's hearts.

The golden flames began to flicker, and Li Jun was starting to lose control of the ghost painting.

Ye Zhen, Wang Chaling, and Li Leping were firmly suppressed by the ghost messengers and unable to move.

The woman in red in front of Fang Shiming and Shen Lin was slowly regaining her mobility.

The ghost messenger in the other huge picture frame was just one foot away from completely stepping out of the frame.

From the moment I came across the source of the ghost painting until now, the whole process took less than thirty seconds, and despair was spreading.
Suddenly, a voice broke the despairing silence.

"Yang Jian! What are you looking at! The hungry ghost's hand is still there! We still have a chance! Don't stand there like a dead man!" Ye Zhen shouted at Yang Jian as he was being held by the ghost messenger.

What is this? ...The Death Banner formed after the Hungry Ghost ate the Coffin Nails has no effect on it? In other words, the reactivated Hungry Ghost doesn't have the Coffin Nails' suppressive power now...
What should I do...?
Previously, it was suspected that the Hungry Ghost at No. 7 Middle School had reactivated an area. Could it be done using the Death Banner...? We can only gamble once.
But how can we prevent these hands from restarting as well...?
I don't have time.
Without further hesitation, Yang Jian threw the hungry ghost's arms toward the crowd, then plunged his hand into the crack in his own heart, grabbed hard, and pulled out a pair of scarlet, eerie eyeballs.

The ghostly figure was slowly piecing together Yang Jian's shattered body, but it couldn't keep up with the speed at which the body was splitting apart. Yang Jian was now completely torn apart, his body bright red, with blinding red light emanating from the cracks.

After saying "Sending you on your way," Yang Jian wiped the eyeball he was holding onto the death banner.

Instantly, the Death Banner turned blood red, and an extreme crimson aura suddenly exploded out.

The fifth level of the Ghost Realm skipped directly to the sixth and seventh levels, plunging the entire world into a blood-red hue—an unknown taboo that Yang Jian had never encountered before.

A forbidden phenomenon capable of reversing life and death is unfolding in this blood-red world.

From everyone's perspective, the intense crimson color suddenly intensified, enveloping Yang Jian and the Hungry Ghost.

But this seemed to be an imperfect restart. The space around Yang Jian was distorting and emitting a humming sound, isolating the red light around Yang Jian. He himself did not participate in the restart.

A large-scale restart has begun.

One second...
二秒
The starving ghost, whose hands had vanished, stood there, staring intently at Yang Jian.

three seconds
The starving ghost swallowed the ghost coffin.

four seconds
A sharp, screeching sound, like fingernails scraping against a blackboard, rang out, and a rich red light instantly spread outwards.

The starving ghost stood before the coffin, staring motionless into its interior.
(End of this chapter)