Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 14 Lake and Wind (Part 4)
"I also messed up. Fang Shiming in that WeChat Moments was too cautious in his behavior... It seems that this era has also bred a group of extraordinary people."

“Every era has its protagonists. I’ve said it before: never underestimate any team leader at headquarters. Overconfidence is often the beginning of failure.”

A short, stout old man, carrying a grotesque corpse on his back, continued speaking, looking at the rotting mass of flesh oozing bodily fluids.

"Using this corpse behind us, we've compressed the source of the hurricane's ghost to this extent, which is already the limit. Since we can't stop it, we have no choice but to take action. Elder Qin's vision of the future is incomplete; we still have a chance."

An old woman stood nearby, observing a strange skull in the sky above the hollow area.

"The source of the hurricane is the skull, which can no longer be suppressed. It can only be left here, using part of the ghost lake to cancel out the supernatural forces between the two."

Behind him stood a tall, thin young man with empty eyes and an expressionless face.

"The corpses can't be used too many times. We must take advantage of the fact that we can still barely control part of the hurricane and complete the plan as soon as possible. This approach is too dangerous. Once the two supernatural entities go out of control, we might also perish here."

The old man holding the ball of flesh looked at the grotesque corpse, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.

"Let them in here, use this corpse to trap them once, but don't kill them. This era still needs these young people."

The old woman looked at the corpse and said coldly, "What if we can't stop it? This corpse can only be used three more times within a controllable range. Once it gets out of control, we will all die here."

The young man's empty eyes suddenly turned murderous as he said viciously, "Then kill him! What, are you scared?"

"I think you're the one who's really senile! You should know that if we had encountered them in the same era, we would have been the ones who died. You've also witnessed the geniuses of our time. These kinds of beings can always find a way to break through the supernatural. I don't recommend making direct contact with them."

An elderly man holding a ball of flesh stood between the two.

"Now is not the time for infighting. We've waited so long for this opportunity, we can't afford any mistakes. Let them in and combine the use of that corpse into one. Even if we can't stop them, we must render them incapable of moving."

Ten minutes earlier, at the same time that Yang Jian and Liu San were attacked.

My condition prevents me from making a solo trip to the eye of the hurricane; this place is too dangerous to stay in for long. If I still can't find Yang Jian, I should return and find another way.

In a world filled with howling winds, Fang Shiming was walking on a low, downhill section of road. It seemed that the wind speed was much slower here because of the terrain.

Fang Shiming, whose condition was already very poor, naturally chose this path.

Sudden.

"sand?."

Suddenly, a patch of blackish-yellow mud appeared beneath Fang Shiming's feet. The unpleasantly cold touch felt like minced meat that had just been dug from a corpse, slowly wriggling at his feet.

Fang Shiming tried to lift his foot, but found that his legs were completely powerless. The cold quicksand was engulfing his ankles and slowly sinking him into it.

Looking up, one can vaguely see a dark, strange corpse lying motionless in the center of the quicksand, from which the eerie black and yellow quicksand is flowing.

"The demon within me is unusable, should I suppress it...?"

The old scissors were inserted into the quicksand, and with a gentle snip, they made a 'snip' sound.

A bright red gash was cut into the flowing blackish-yellow mud and sand, which was then slowly covered and healed by the gently flowing mud and sand.

"The scissors are ineffective."

Fang Shiming frowned, looking at the slowly healing wound, pondering a way to escape.

at this time.

“It’s silt from the bottom of Ghost Lake.” A voice came from the side. Fang Shiming looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman dressed as the head of headquarters standing in the shadows not far away, watching him.

"Someone from headquarters?"

Fang Shiming stared at the woman in front of him.

The woman nodded and pulled out a person's identification card from her pocket, waving it around.

"Fang Shiming, the big boss of the WeChat Moments, I've seen your profile."

As she spoke, He Yin'er slowly emerged from the shadows.

"You're lucky. The lake water in the silt was blown away, leaving only this quicksand. Otherwise, you would be dead here by now."

Fang Shiming remained silent, merely staring coldly at He Yin'er, waiting for her to speak. He was a smart man; anyone in charge who showed up at this time must be there to help.

Standing on the high platform, He Yin'er looked at the dark and eerie corpse in the center of the quicksand and continued speaking.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm in a bad state right now and can't help you much. I can only tell you what I know."

"This quicksand seems to have the effect of suppressing and binding vengeful spirits. It suppressed some very powerful vengeful spirits at the bottom of the lake along with the Ghost Lake. However, it was blown away by this strange wind. I didn't expect you to encounter it."

Given her current state, He Yin'er dared not touch the strange quicksand recklessly, and could only provide the information she knew.

"So it really is suppression, just as I suspected, suppressing it along with Ghost Lake..."

Fang Shiming watched the corpse sinking deeper into the water, deep in thought.

"Wait! Impossible. Ghosts don't think. The mutual suppression between fierce ghosts will only cause a system crash, balance, or one side to be suppressed. Even ghosts at the level of ghost painting and ghost messenger are the same."

Fang Shiming recalled the supernatural clash between the ghost messengers and the ghost painting in Dajing City, where neither could gain the upper hand, resulting in a brief balance.

Wang Xiaoming took advantage of this characteristic of the collision between supernatural entities, which is why he arranged for Li Jun's team to enter the Ghost Painting; otherwise, he would never have dared to do so.

Fang Shiming continued.

"If a third vengeful spirit were to intervene at this point, it would only disrupt the balance, unless the suppressed vengeful spirit's terror level had become beyond comprehension, but..."

"This theory is absolutely impossible when applied to Ghost Lake, because the very existence of Ghost Lake is far beyond the ordinary supernatural. And since it can be sunk to the bottom of the lake, it's enough to show that the level of terror of the vengeful ghost at the bottom of the lake is definitely no higher than that of Ghost Lake itself..."

The cold, quicksand had already reached above my thighs.

Fang Shiming remained calm and continued his analysis.

"I'm certain that this quicksand is merely a vengeful spirit that was sunk to the bottom of the lake. Based on this..."

"The demon within me may not be suppressed, but it's simply unusable. I'm still missing a crucial piece of information."

"If we could get access to that body, we might be able to obtain crucial information."

He Yin'er looked at Fang Shiming with surprise. In just a few words and observations, this man had analyzed the supernatural phenomena in this mud.

Terrifyingly keen intuition
This kind of person shouldn't die here.

He Yin'er watched Fang Shiming slowly sink, silently weighing the situation in her mind.
(End of this chapter)