Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 98 The Squad (Part 11)

After saying that, pieces of yellow paper floated up from nowhere, eventually gathering into a ball and swirling and dancing in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the yellow papers fell one after another, covering the face on the newspaper.

Strangely, no matter how the yellow paper was covered, the thickness of the newspaper remained unchanged, as if all the paper had been sunk into the newspaper and disappeared without a trace.

Liu San watched as the yellow papers sank one by one, as if weighing something, until the last yellow paper completely sank.

Liu San spoke up:
"Fall down."

Cao Yang immediately did as instructed, and a clump of putrid bodily fluids instantly soaked through the newspaper, spreading along the edges and gradually covering his entire face.

The next second, a man's face emerged from the newspaper, his mouth agape in pain, letting out a muffled roar through the paper.

It seemed to be struggling, trying to tear the newspaper apart, but was firmly suppressed.

"That's all we can do. I don't dare to go too deep into this kind of supernatural phenomenon that involves consciousness. If he survives, you can find Captain Yang. He should know one or two people like this."

However, before Liu San could finish speaking, the man's face on the newspaper became clearer and clearer, almost as if he were still alive.

A hint of surprise flashed in Liu San's eyes.

"So fast?... That's a bit unexpected."

In the newspaper, the man's eyes snapped open, and he scanned his surroundings blankly.

Then, a deep, hoarse voice rang out:

"Save people first."

Perhaps it was Tong Qian's dying words to him, or perhaps it was his almost abnormal observational skills, but Zhao Lei reacted to the situation in just a few seconds.

Zhang Han's gaze was fixed on Zhao Lei, the man he had only read about in records, who had actually been successfully resurrected.

Are you sure you're okay right now?

Now that Tong Qian's death is a fact and the situation cannot be allowed to stop, the most urgent task is to rescue Xiong Wenwen.

Zhao Lei did not answer immediately, but closed his eyes, seemingly readjusting to his new body.

"Hurry... I won't be awake for long..."

Cao Yang glanced at Liu San's spot, which was empty. The medium for the paper figure had been completely integrated into the newspaper, and now they could only rely on the few of them.

"My ghost domain is being suppressed. I need to break through this ghost domain first, otherwise I won't be able to get close to that corpse at all..."

Zhang Han's back was a bloody mess, a gash suddenly torn open, and half of a male corpse slowly rose from the wound. The situation left him no room for hesitation.

Zhang Han said painfully, "I don't know what will happen next. This is the first time I've used the power of a vengeful spirit in this way."

The blood-soaked back, the pale skin of the half-corpse, was covered with hideous tattoos.

The half-corpse seemed to be struggling, trying to be peeled off Zhang Han's back.

Then, the tattoos on the half-corpse began to slowly wriggle, spreading from the body and inch by inch along Zhang Han's body.

"Cao Yang, don't resist my intervention. If you sense something is wrong, take them and run."

Zhang Han's condition was deteriorating rapidly; the lower half of the male corpse was now exposed on his bloodied back.

Soon, the tattoos began to touch Cao Yang's footprints on the ground, covering the footprints, or more precisely, covering the edges of the footprints.

As the tattoo moved, the footprints representing Cao Yang's ghostly domain began to slowly converge. Cao Yang stared intently at the footprints covered by the tattoo.

As the tattoos spread across the male corpse, every footprint seemed to be manipulated; the densely packed footprints began to move, twist, and gradually piece together.
Eventually, all the footprints converged into a huge, dark square shadow.

Cao Yang exclaimed in surprise, "Are you kidding me?! The Ghost Realm is piecing together its own puzzle?!"

This has exceeded his understanding of the supernatural. This situation is not simply an accumulation of supernatural phenomena, nor is it a fusion of a ghost tamer with a vengeful ghost's domain. Rather, it is a more insane application of the supernatural.

It's a more bizarre angle of using the supernatural than superimposed supernatural elements.

The complementary nature of the footprints, the intervention of the tattoos in the footprints, actually makes each footprint a piece of a puzzle, as if the supernatural power is separated and then forcibly sewn back together.

Ultimately, these overlapping footprints created an extremely unusual ghost realm.

A near-absurd reversal of logic, this supernatural method of stepping on one's own foot to ascend to heaven, has become a reality through the power of tattoos.

Cao Yang looked at Zhang Han and asked, "This is too dangerous. Who taught you to do this?"

"What do you say?"

"That's right... Ghost Eye Yang Jian, there's nothing that man wouldn't do."

“That’s right, the captain told me that we can’t look at ghosts from a conventional perspective.”

"However, the captain also told me that everyone has their limits, and if you continue to stand here in a daze, we will die a terrible death."

Cao Yang glanced at the huge square shadow in mid-air. He didn't sense anything unusual. His own supernatural power was being manipulated by the tattoo to become a puzzle piece with himself, forming a completely different kind of supernatural phenomenon.

It was a strange feeling; all the risks were borne by the tattoo artist, and he only needed to use the Ghost Domain as usual.

"Cooperate with me."

The next second, the black square shadow in mid-air began to slowly sink, like a black coffin lid, pressing down on the corpse in the center of the square.

The supernatural began to collide and clash. There were no tests, no triggering of any supernatural mechanism, only the purest levels of terror.

The moment it touched that bluish-purple ghostly domain, not a sound was made; the whole scene was like a silent mime.

The two supernatural forces dissipated instantly, and due to the clash between them, the ghost realms of Cao Yang and the corpse were briefly frozen.

"You succeeded, Zhao Lei, right? Now it's your turn."

The faces in the newspaper seemed to respond with a dull thud. He had been observing from the side and had fully grasped the situation he was facing.

Then came a faint sob, followed by bursts of bitter laughter, which slowly echoed across the icy, snowy landscape.

The sound grew louder and more urgent.

Gradually, the two voices seemed to become uncontrollable, and began to intertwine and merge.

Without any warning, it was like a television that was on silent suddenly having its volume turned up to maximum. All sounds burst forth abruptly, assaulting the senses without warning.

Cries and laughter mingled together, emitting a chilling high-frequency noise, like thousands of mosquitoes vibrating and echoing wildly in one's ear.

Even without the help of a vengeful ghost, the sheer volume of sound alone would be enough to kill any ordinary person.

Zhang Han glanced at Zhao Lei, finding it hard to believe that he had never seen such an exaggerated supernatural phenomenon in Tong Qian.

Is that still a funny face?

(End of this chapter)