Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 93 The Squad (Part 7)

Huang Ziya stared blankly at Zhang Han's back. In that instant, she seemed to see the shadow of Yang Jian, that decisiveness and courage to accurately find a glimmer of hope in the face of any supernatural phenomenon and to lead everyone to tear a path to survival in the face of adversity.

Cao Yang and Huang Ziya had already approached the corpse, with Tong Qian's laughter and cries echoing in their ears.

"Aunt Huang! Don't go any further, just stand there!"

Xiong Wenwen's face was very pale. The strength of the evil spirits controlled by each person was different, and he needed to accurately predict where each person should stand.

Huang Ziya pouted. She really wanted to retort, but this wasn't the time to argue. She stopped and stood still.

At this moment, Huang Ziya was surprised to find that the black hair on her head was unusually quiet, without the restlessness it had before, as if she had returned to the time when she first controlled the ghost hair.

She immediately exclaimed with delight, "It works! Zhang Han, you're amazing! I'm starting to like you a little!"

Feng Quan walked past Huang Ziya and said, "Stop talking nonsense and get ready."

He was the second to stop. With Xiong Wenwen's prediction, everyone was able to stop precisely in the most advantageous position for themselves.

The surrounding white fog grew thicker and thicker, and everyone could actually feel a dampness; the fog had even begun to condense into water droplets.

But the vengeful ghost on the other side is invading this white mist; it wants to attack Xiong Wenwen and complete its killing routine.

Water droplets in the mist kept freezing into small ice crystals and falling to the ground, and time passed second by second.

Zhang Han had already stopped, leaving only Cao Yang cautiously approaching.

Looking at Cao Yang, who was getting closer and closer.

"That's about it..."

On the back of his neck, several menacing tattoos were faintly visible, and the shape of a hand was slowly rising from under Zhang Han's skin.

However, at that moment, something unexpected happened. The ghost actually started to move. Everyone was shocked. Although their actions were dangerous, they should not have caused the vengeful ghost to lose control.

The ghost wants to kill Xiong Wenwen; this is an unchangeable law. But at this moment, Xiong Wenwen is in Feng Quan's ghost domain, and this ghost is also facing the resistance of the vengeful ghosts within everyone's bodies.

This loss of control came too suddenly.

An extremely strong chill surged forth, and the white mist suddenly stopped, rapidly freezing into an ice barrier in front of everyone at a visible speed.

"Run!"

Xiong Wenwen suddenly spoke, her voice filled with extreme pain, and with great difficulty raised her arm, pointing into the distance.

"Run that way...people are going to die!"

At this moment, the face of a strange man vaguely appeared on Xiong Wenwen's pale face. A strange expression began to appear on the man's lifeless face. This was a sign that Xiong Wenwen's vengeful ghost was about to revive.

The continuous use of the vengeful spirit's power in a short period of time caused Xiong Wenwen's condition to deteriorate rapidly, and she was almost unable to hold on.

Cao Yang's eyes narrowed.

"Oh no, has something gone wrong with that robot?"

The ghost realm unfolded rapidly. Amidst a chorus of chilling laughter, a series of footsteps suddenly rang out, as if countless corpses were pacing around them. Everyone was instantly pulled into the ghost realm, but Cao Yang was a step too late.

The frozen ghost slowly raised his arm and reached out towards his ghost domain. The moment they made contact, the frozen ghost domain shattered with a large hole. To everyone's astonishment, Xiong Wenwen was violently pulled away by that cold arm.

Completely caught off guard, Xiong Wenwen still had a look of astonishment on her face. The chill quickly dissipated, and the frozen ghost did not continue to attack the group. Instead, it stood frozen in place, mechanically staring in the direction Xiong Wenwen had pointed, before abruptly disappearing from the spot.

Zhang Han immediately turned to Cao Yang and said, "Chase! This ghost kills very slowly! Xiong Wenwen can still be saved!"

Cao Yang glanced coldly in the direction where the ghost had disappeared. He certainly wouldn't easily give up Xiong Wenwen, such an extremely important strategic resource.

But Tong Qian acted even faster than him; her howling laughter and crying created a wave of sound that swept in that direction.

"Act quickly! Save Xiong Wenwen!"

Footprints followed the sound waves, stepping in mid-air and propelled forward at high speed. Faced with this extreme situation, Tong Qian seemed to have figured out a new way to use those two faces. It has to be said that only by constantly experiencing supernatural events and teetering on the edge of death can a ghost tamer truly grow.

The sound waves were incredibly strange; Cao Yang's footprints on them actually accelerated, propelling everyone frantically into the distance.

Deep in the snow.

Inside an open-air fountain plaza.

The extreme low temperatures froze the gushing water into jagged icicles, resembling a desolate tombstone.

The air was filled with the stench of rotting flesh that had frozen and cracked.

Around the square, charred paper figures were piled up in dense clusters, with blackened fragments scattered all over the ground, gradually being covered by the white snow.

A sallow-faced man stood on a pile of tattered paper figures.

His empty eyes stared at the sky, muttering to himself:
"What happened up there..."

Just now, a cluster of cold black flames suddenly ignited from the pile of paper figures, instantly engulfing a large number of them.

Within the black flames, Liu San saw a figure with a crimson glow on its forehead. The figure turned to look at him, as if confirming something.

"Yang Jian?"

Looking at the somewhat familiar figure, Liu San tentatively asked a question.

The dark figure stood motionless, the faint crimson on its forehead seeming to be observing Liu San, or perhaps it was in a state of confusion and ignorance.

Then it slowly raised its arm and gently wiped the surrounding paper figures, and black fire immediately covered them.

The eerie black fire came suddenly and disappeared even faster, vanishing along with the black shadow in less than a minute.

Even so, most of the paper figures were burned.

Liu San turned his head. What had just happened was a bit beyond his expectations. The dark figure seemed to be a ghost, but it also seemed to retain some self-awareness and did not attack Liu San.

But now is not the time to worry about that. The black fire has receded, and Liu San's gaze fell on the stairs in the square, where a human figure covered with a thick layer of ice stood.

It was a robot, or rather, a strange artificial object forcibly stitched together. Wang Xiaoming somehow managed to stuff a supernatural object inside, and instead of going out of control, it could be controlled by the robot.

The moment the black fire appeared, the robot was mostly burned, and even the tattered cotton quilt inside the machine was burned through with a hole.

This situation is extremely terrifying. To put it simply, it's like a part of a ghost has been dismembered by black fire, and after the dismemberment, the supernatural object remains unchanged, showing no signs of revival.

(End of this chapter)