Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 99 The Squad (Part 12)
Zhao Lei used some method, and after his voice surged, not a single syllable reached the ears of the others.

But on the surrounding high-rise buildings, the glass curtain walls covered by snow shattered with a crash, deep cracks appeared in the walls, and steel bars were exposed. The cracks in the ground beneath their feet spread and expanded like a spider web.

Everyone who witnessed this was in disbelief.

They had seen Tong Qian's ability to alternate between crying and laughing, which was indeed very strange and deadly, but it was not so outrageous as to be terrifying to the point of being able to change the landscape.

But only Yang Jian knew that if he were here now, he would understand that this was the kind of supernatural power that the two ghost queens who had controlled the complete dead machine should possess after a near-perfect supernatural clash.

This extremely sophisticated use of the supernatural was something Tong Qian could never have done before, and Zhao Lei was able to adapt to it to such an extent after only controlling these two faces for less than five minutes.

It must be admitted that Zhao Lei's sensitivity to the paranormal is indeed amazing, but even so, the current situation is beyond the ability of the group to handle.

Zhang Han watched as Xiong Wenwen's figure in the photo became increasingly blurry; the child was nearing her limit.

The sounds continued to accumulate, seemingly endless. Without the restriction of the purplish-blue ghost domain, Xiong Wenwen's figure was gradually being pulled back to reality under Zhao Lei's attack.

"Rescue!"

Zhang Han and Cao Yang rushed towards the corpse. Without any fancy moves, they grabbed Xiong Wenwen by the shoulders and started pulling her out.

"Can't pull it?!"

Zhang Han looked at Xiong Wenwen's bluish-purple face. He seemed to be nailed to a quilt, unable to move no matter how hard the two tried.

At that moment, two even stranger voices came.

The voice was neither too loud nor too soft, neither too gentle nor too forceful, as if someone were whispering in your ear, sometimes weeping, sometimes chuckling sinisterly.

"This guy"

Cao Yang's lips were beginning to curl slightly upwards.
"It's like the first time he used the power of a vengeful spirit, completely disregarding the lives of others."

Zhang Han glanced at Zhao Lei behind him and said, "I don't know anything. All I know is that he's Yang Jian's classmate. He experienced a supernatural event. Those two faces were too dangerous. You better hurry up and save Xiong Wenwen."

Cao Yang had even put his feet on the corpse for leverage.

"I'm already trying really hard, but I still can't pull this thing."

"Huh?...What's this?"

Cao Yang noticed a charred hole in the old cotton quilt, with a tattered cloth about the size of two palms hanging on it. It looked as if it had been burned by some kind of even more terrifying supernatural force, and it was teetering on the verge of falling at any moment.

At this moment, Zhao Lei's attack continued. Unlike Tong Qian, who was restrained and cautious, he frantically explored and pushed the limits of these two faces during this brief period of awakening.

Then, the previously separate cries and laughter began to merge, their tones becoming strange and their rhythm odd.

It sounded like thousands of corpses screaming madly. Gradually, the faint sound in their ears grew louder and more piercing.

The supernatural has begun to layer up. Unlike the previous layering of laughter and crying, this time it's a completely new layering of supernatural phenomena after the two pieces of the puzzle complement each other.

As that voice, which sounded like a laugh but wasn't quite a cry, suddenly rang out, Cao Yang and Zhang Han's faces stiffened and twisted, their lips involuntarily curving upwards into a strange, symmetrical smile.

Immediately, their grip lightened, and they easily pulled Xiong Wenwen out. Xiong Wenwen was no longer breathing; her face was ashen, as if she had been frozen in a freezer for a day and a night, her entire body ice-cold.

Cao Yang casually tore off the tattered cloth. It felt cool to the touch, unlike ordinary fabric. It seemed as if some kind of meat was sewn into the layers, and it had a soft, sticky feel that made one's scalp tingle.

Without time to think, he stuffed the rag into his bag, picked up Xiong Wenwen, and ran away. Now, his mouth was completely out of control, and his whole face showed a strange, stiff smile that looked extremely frightening.

Zhang Han ran to the side shouting, "Zhao Lei! Stop laughing! Stop laughing! Xiong Wenwen has been rescued!"

However, Zhao Lei did not stop. The frozen ghosts behind the two were gradually regaining their mobility, and the ghost domain that had been canceled out earlier was also slowly recovering. A faint bluish-purple layer had begun to appear around them.

Seeing that Zhao Lei had no intention of stopping, Zhang Han and Cao Yang subconsciously glanced back, their pupils immediately contracting as the corpse slowly raised its arm.
Cao Yang immediately realized that it was because he had torn off that piece of cloth that the puzzle, which originally required time to be completed, was finished in an instant.

Zhang Han glanced at Cao Yang, and then he remembered that Cao Yang seemed to have pulled something off the ghost earlier.

He immediately roared, "What have you done?! You dare to get involved in this already unstable supernatural situation! Do you want to die?!"

Cao Yang remained silent and did not respond. His actions had indeed caused the frozen ghost to regain its mobility ahead of time, but it was impossible to put the rag back now.

He tossed Xiong Wenwen to Zhang Han, and then Cao Yang pulled out a ghost candle with only a small section left from his pocket.

"Take him away first. I will take care of the consequences I caused."

Without turning his head, Zhang Han hoisted Xiong Wenwen onto his shoulder and started walking.

He ran and shouted, "Zhao Lei! Louder! Louder!"

At this moment, Zhang Han dared not gamble with the ghost camera again. He ran to a pile of graves, grabbed Huang Ziya and Feng Quan on his left and right, and ran wildly into the distance.

Behind them, the dark green candlelight gradually spread out, but this lasted for less than a second before the dark candlelight seemed to freeze and could no longer spread even a little.

A large patch of bluish-purple snowflakes immediately condensed on the surface of that small section of ghost candle, rapidly expanding upwards and freezing the burning flame along with it.

But this gave Cao Yang enough time to react, and a series of footprints immediately appeared under his feet.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of sound swept over, mixed with an eerie tone that was neither laughing nor crying, as if countless corpses were howling behind them.

The footprints followed the sound waves, stepping into the air and rapidly moving away from this place at an incredible speed.

The next second, when everyone came to their senses, the setting sun shone brightly, and the air was warm.

All around, there was a cordon that had already been sealed off. Dozens of headquarters staff surrounded them, and the noise, communication waves, medical calls, and all sorts of sounds filled their ears.

Zhang Han suddenly stopped, looked around, and was somewhat incredulous.

"Ghostland?"

He only saw a wave of sound coming, and when he came to his senses, he was already here. He didn't know of any other supernatural means besides the Ghost Realm that could achieve such long-distance displacement.

But Tong Qian had never possessed the Ghost Realm, and Zhao Lei couldn't have conjured it out of thin air.

(End of this chapter)