Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 13 Lake and Wind (Part 3)
"Fang Shiming is joining us here. My paper doll encountered a ghost, and that ghost is very special... My paper doll died without sending back any information."

Yang Jian and Liu San walked along a street. The tearing wind mixed with cold rain, and the air was filled with a strong stench of corpses.

"Find the source; there's no need to get entangled with an unknown ghost."

Yang Jian was pondering his next move.

My ghost realm cannot extend too far, otherwise this wind could even blow it away.

If it's manipulated by someone, I'll kill the person I meet. With a machete and a ghost tattoo, I can dismember a ghost in an instant.

Ghost Lake only allows for restricted confinement within a limited area. It's a pity the Death Banner was lost at the tattoo parlor, otherwise I would have had more options...
"Yang Jian, something's wrong. There's someone standing there."

Liu San suddenly stopped.

"No, that's not right. I can keep catching glimpses of a ghost."

Liu San's sallow face was solemn as he stared intently at a wide, empty street ahead.

Yang Jian followed Liu San's gaze and saw that there was nothing there; there was no vengeful ghost as Liu San had described.

"Show me the location."

Liu San raised his hand and pointed to the spot where the ghost was standing in his line of sight.

A cold, dark, headless shadow rapidly covered the street, completely obscuring the location Liu San had pointed to, yet Yang Jian could not sense any supernatural presence.

"Can't find it?"

Yang Jian pondered for a moment.

"Could it exist in a deeper level of the ghost realm, just like the Ghost Hand...?"

They made their move again, this time enveloping the street in a dense red light. However, within the fifth layer of the ghost realm, the street remained completely empty.

Are you sure it's that location?

The ghost realm in Yangjian was slightly fluctuating due to the interference of this strange hurricane.

"The source of the hurricane is gradually expanding; it's already close enough to interfere with my ghost domain. We need to speed up our actions..."

Liu San nodded.

"They invaded through my paper dolls, but neither Fang Shiming nor you were attacked; it wasn't a widespread attack."

"Wait! It's getting closer to me! Every time I look away, it gets a little closer."

Out of the corner of Liu San's eye, he saw a pale figure standing motionless in the distance.

But every time he shifted his gaze, the pale figure would get a little closer to Liu San. Now, Liu San stared intently at the road ahead, not daring to look around.

Yang Jian gripped an old woodcutter's knife in his ghostly hand. His expression hardened. He didn't want to waste time here and planned to cut the Gordian knot quickly and dismember the ghost.

The next second, the world radiating red light suddenly froze, and Yang Jian appeared in the area pointed to by Liu San, with a dark ghostly figure instantly covering the entire road surface.

The same thing happened again; in this suspended ghost realm, Yang Jian still couldn't sense any supernatural presence.

"Still can't see it."

"Impossible. According to intelligence from headquarters, the ghosts within the hurricane area were released from the dispersed Ghost Lake."

"If this ghost can be sunk into the Ghost Lake, it at least means that it can be suppressed by the Ghost Lake."

Yang Jian was quickly analyzing the ghost that had attacked Liu San.

"Even if my own ghost domain can't invade Ghost Lake right now, I can still find ghosts that can be suppressed by Ghost Lake."

The scarlet ghost eyes stared intently at the road.

"Unless this ghost wasn't originally located here, could it be that something's wrong with Liu San?"

Yang Jian turned to look at Liu San, then at the pavement Liu San was pointing to. "I see... every change in gaze is accompanied by the ghost's movement. Wait, Liu San said he's always been able to see it..."

"This is impossible. Apart from this raging wind, I haven't sensed the presence of any ghostly realm. Could it be..."

Yang Jian thought of a surprising possibility, but time was of the essence, and he couldn't verify the accuracy of this possibility.

He was going to take a gamble, and suddenly turned around and shouted at Liu San.

Gouge out your own eyes! That demon has been in your eyes all along!

Liu San's expression changed, and he instantly understood Yang Jian's meaning. He raised his hand and stabbed at his own eyes.

But the next second, a stiff and eerie corpse suddenly appeared in front of Liu San.

The body, covered in rotting lividity, emitted a stench of decay, and its dark, empty eye sockets stared intently at Liu San.

Suddenly, the corpse spread its rotting arms and hugged Liu San tightly.

From Yang Jian's perspective, Liu San suddenly froze in place, his hands raised in mid-air without moving, his whole body seemingly fixed in place by some strange supernatural force.

"Something's wrong..."

Yang Jian had seen Liu San's old corpse during the tattoo parlor incident, and even the current Yang Jian was deeply wary of it, so it was impossible for him to be completely powerless to resist.

A crimson flash appeared, and Yang Jian appeared in front of Liu San. His ghostly hand suddenly stabbed towards Liu San's eye sockets, gouging out two bloody eyeballs.

Liu San instantly felt a lightness all over his body and immediately resumed his movements.

"Terrible paranormal attacks that don't exist in reality..."

Liu San squatted on the ground, utterly shocked.

Just now, the old corpse inside him couldn't touch the vengeful ghost in front of him, while the vengeful ghost could attack him.

If Yang Jian hadn't gouged out his eyes, he might really have been defeated here today.
These eyes... are not yours.

Yang Jian's ghost held a pair of eyeballs in its hand.

The entire eyeball was pitch black, with a pale white area around the pupil slowly spreading out, as if it had just been dug off a corpse that had been dead for a long time.

Liu San pulled out two yellowish-brown paper eyeballs from somewhere, inserted them into his eye sockets, and moved them around mechanically.

"When was I replaced? I didn't even notice. Was it an attack that didn't exist in reality, nor was it a consciousness attack? Was it only something that existed within my sight?"

Yang Jian looked at the eyeball in his hand, which was slowly turning white.

"The killing pattern is simple yet difficult to discover. Once you see it, your eyes will be replaced. Even for me, if I can't discover this ghost's killing pattern, it will be difficult to escape."

Liu San slowly stood up, seemingly having recovered.

"That's just how illogical things are in the supernatural. No matter how many ghosts you can control, you'll still encounter some strange creatures and capsize in the gutter."

"Let's go, it's time to get moving. We've wasted too much time here."

Yang Jian looked at the increasingly dark clouds overhead, as if a more terrifying storm was brewing.

The epicenter of the hurricane.

The countless corpses formed a giant tornado that stretched all the way to the sky. The cold lake water flowed slowly among the countless mutilated bodies.

An old man with a wrinkled face and emaciated body held a rotting ball of flesh in his hand, from which corpse fluid was constantly oozing out.

"We couldn't stop them. That guy named Yang Jian was too perceptive. He analyzed the murderous pattern of those eyeballs almost instantly."

"We can't act rashly in our current state... Old Qin has been observing the future."

(End of this chapter)