Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 10 Out of Control (The End)

Using the strange Death Banner in his hand, Yang Jian could only imperfectly restart the small-scale operation for four seconds.

But that was enough for Yang Jian.

"It's now!"

The supernatural forces had completely spiraled out of control, and the ghost realm was far beyond his grasp. Yang Jian used all his strength to leap up and pounce on the starving ghost.

Blood gushed out like a jet of water, bones creaked, and with great effort, he raised the paper banner in his hand and swung it forcefully at the starving ghost.

Immediately, the starving ghost's ashen body trembled, and it stood motionless in place.

"Let me in!"

The ghostly figure instantly covered the area, and the ghostly hand pushed forward forcefully, causing the starving ghost's entire body to fall straight into the coffin.

That ashen, decaying face slowly sank into the pitch-black coffin. At the same time, the dark arm that had been suppressing Ye Zhen and the other two suddenly began to tremble violently.

"What did Yang Jian do? Let go!"

As soon as Wang Chaling and Li Leping released their hands, the pair of jet-black arms suddenly retracted into the huge picture frame and disappeared.

Meanwhile, in another enormous picture frame, the ghost messenger had fully emerged, but ignoring everyone, it walked straight to the ghost coffin and lay down inside.
The supernatural is clashing; two top-tier vengeful spirits are colliding with each other.

Suddenly, the coffin began to shake violently, and cracks started to appear. The dark, dense substance inside slowly turned bluish-gray.

"Wang Chaling! Li Shibu!" Shen Lin shouted at Wang Chaling.

Wang Chaling appeared beside the coffin, picked up the shroud and went towards the coffin lid. The moment it touched the coffin lid, the entire shroud snapped straight up and tightly wrapped the entire gap in the coffin.

But the tremors continued, and gradually, the shroud was torn apart.

All of this happened too fast. A figure flashed past everyone's eyes—it was Ye Zhen! He held the two arms of the starving ghost and thrust them into the sides of the coffin. The arms, which acted as coffin nails, easily nailed the sides of the coffin through the shroud.

The coffin stopped shaking instantly, but from the torn opening in the shroud, wisps of black condensation mixed with specks of bluish-gray slowly seeped out from the gap.

"Are you kidding me? Even this can't be controlled..."

Yang Jian was in a terrible state at the moment, unable to move his body, and could only barely maintain the fifth level of the Ghost Domain with the help of the Death Banner.

"Ghost drawing!"

Fang Shiming suddenly realized what was happening.

"Let the ghost painting be restarted and returned to the painting! Someone come and help me!"

The golden flames had dimmed and were about to go out. A plume of black smoke appeared beside Fang Shiming, and Li Leping's charred arm gently rested on the red figure in front of him.

Fang Shiming suddenly felt his hand loosen, and the scissors quickly slashed towards his head.

'Tear...'

The red figure before them was cut in half and gradually faded, but within the huge frame, a woman in red, whose features were not clearly visible, slowly emerged.

"There's one more! Speed ​​things up! We can't let the ghost painting reappear!"

Looking at the second ghost painting, Li Jun didn't hesitate at all. He suddenly clenched his hands on his chest, and chunks of charred flesh fell to the ground. A cold, dark green ghost fire instantly burst into flames on his chest, quickly spreading across Li Jun's body.

Just then, two lifeless old men suddenly appeared behind the red-clad female ghost in front of Li Jun, encircling him from the front and back.

Wang Chaling nodded to Li Jun. He was also in a very bad state, and this was the limit of what he could do.

He raised his arm, which was burning with will-o'-the-wisps, and plunged it into the head. Then he threw it forcefully into another picture frame.

"Ye Zhen!"

Fang Shiming stared at the two ghostly paintings that were restarting, only managing to call out Ye Zhen's name.
A gust of decaying wind blew by, and Fang Shiming led Ye Zhen toward the two ghost paintings that were about to be restarted. The two looked at each other and confirmed their next move in each other's eyes.

Each of them held a ghost painting, rushed to the side of the ghost coffin, and slammed the painting down on it from above and below.

The bizarre picture frame challenges the limits of everyone's imagination. In a way that defies visual logic, the half-person-high picture frame slowly covers the huge ghost coffin.

Slowly, the two bright red picture frames were gently pressed together, and then the whole world fell into a heart-stopping silence.

A heavy, double-sided oil painting fell from a great height.

In the picture frame, a black coffin is covered with a tattered shroud, and two bluish-gray arms are deeply stuck on either side of the coffin.

A portrait stood above the coffin, depicting a woman dressed in red with blurred features, her pale but cold and eerie hands particularly striking.
The whole world fell silent; everyone could only see each other's mouths moving, but they couldn't hear any sound. Then...

A sudden, noisy commotion arose, the surrounding environment abruptly changed, and blinding sunlight shone on everyone.

The surrounding skyscrapers came into view, and the group was now in the air above Dajing City, freefalling.

A gust of wind swept in, and the next moment, everyone appeared on the ground.

"Did you make it?"

Yang Jian watched as the heavy frame slowly descended; at this moment, no one dared to touch the painting.

"Crash." The oil painting fell to the ground.
Strangely, the entire picture frame stood upright on the road.

For reasons unknown, the frame suddenly emitted bursts of black light in the form of shockwaves, instantly covering the entire city of Dajing, before abruptly shrinking back.

The next moment, another burst of bluish-gray light erupted from the ghost painting, then suddenly contracted and disappeared.

Then a hazy gray light spread out, this time covering an absurdly large area, even affecting the edges of several neighboring urban areas. However, this gray light only lasted for less than a second before shrinking back and disappearing.

Like a heartbeat, it rose and fell. The sky over the entire city of Dajing kept changing colors, and finally the entire picture frame suddenly shook violently before collapsing onto the road.

The helicopter landed slowly, and a large gold box was carried out.

Dozens of staff members arrived one after another by car, and the crowd began to slowly approach the heavy double-sided oil painting.

"This is the limit of what we've achieved. If it gets out of control again, there's nothing we can do. Let's go. Regardless of whether the painting gets out of control again, there's no point in us staying here."

After saying that, Yang Jian turned and left.

The group took a deep look at the ghost painting that had been put into the golden box, and then turned and followed Yang Jian.

The sun was slowly setting, and several figures walked from the shadows into the afterglow of the sunset.

"How about we exchange contact information?"

Ah Hong suddenly said.

"After going through so much, the nine of us might never have the chance to get together again."

"There are ten people..." a voice came from the side. Li Leping was walking stiffly beside the group.
Walking slowly forward with their backs to the setting sun, the afterglow cast long, slanted shadows behind them.

The scene seemed to freeze at this moment. No one knew what would happen in the days to come. The terror continued, and the vengeful spirits were still reviving. But in this desperate world, there was always a group of people who, despite being vengeful spirits, performed the deeds of bodhisattvas.

"You surnamed Qin, I think you're really getting senile."

Beside a bus, Old Qin was confronting an elderly man, while several corpses dressed in clothing from the Republican era lay nearby.

The old man was holding a rotting ball of flesh, from which bodily fluids were still oozing.

"The future is already out of sight, so why stop me?"

Old Qin slammed his cane heavily on the ground, and a deathly white ghostly aura swiftly attacked the old man.

"Foolish! You have forgotten the original purpose of the Reform Society. Although we have different ideas, what we do is still to solve the paranormal, not to let evil spirits kill innocent people like we are doing today!"

The old man tried to move the ball of flesh in his hand, but was surprised to find that his body was completely immobile.

Old Qin, leaning on his cane, walked towards him step by step.

There were no lights on the dark bus, and only by the moonlight could one barely make out Old Qin's murderous gaze.

"I've said it before: you must be careful on the path of controlling people with ghosts. This time, I'll just assume you've been influenced by a ghost and use this as a wake-up call."

He raised his cane and struck the old man hard on the forehead.

"If you dare to stop me again, you'll end up like those other people, going down to join my old friends."

The bus slowly started moving and drove past the elderly man.

The old man looked at the ball of flesh in his hand, the panic on his face not yet completely gone. In that instant, he had truly felt death.

He stood up and said to the corpse on the ground:
"Those who are not dead, get up and come with me. It has been confirmed that he can no longer fully see the future."

The three corpses on the ground stiffly stood up and followed the old man into the gloomy night.
(End of this chapter)