Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 15 Lake and Wind (Part 5)
Without the suppression of the Ghost Lake, I can be resurrected once through necromancy, which is one of the essential conditions for becoming a necromancer.
Even if he fails, the cost isn't unacceptable to me. It's a win-win situation to make someone like him owe Taiping Ancient Town a favor.
After a moment's thought, He Yin'er said to Fang Shiming, "Fang Shiming, remember to bring my body to Taiping Ancient Town."

Fang Shiming was taken aback for a moment, but then realized what the woman was going to do and nodded to her.

Without hesitation, He Yin'er leaped into the center of the quicksand, landing right on the dull, yellowish corpse. The moment her feet touched it, the unknown killing pattern was triggered.

A cold, sticky sensation washed over her, as if she were enveloped in a mass of churned flesh. The surrounding sand rushed into her body. Being so close to the source of this quicksand ghost caused He Yin'er's entire body to sink rapidly into the quicksand.

She remained completely calm, carefully observing the corpse beneath her feet. Ignoring the terror of the resurrected vengeful spirit, she frantically used the power of the vengeful spirit within her, attempting to explore the true killing patterns of this eerie quicksand.

The sinking was rapid, and the quicksand had already submerged her chest. He Yin'er suddenly felt a momentary loosening of the supernatural power within her. She wanted to try something more, but given her extremely poor condition, this was already her limit.

He's right, it's not suppression. The vengeful spirit within him can be used; we need to find a way to pass the information to him.
But what can be done? It's sinking too fast...
He Yin'er's entire body has now sunk into the quicksand, with only her hands raised high above the sand, and her consciousness is slowly fading away.

Fang Shiming kept a close eye on He Yin'er's movements, watching her with only her hands outside the window.

"Failed?"

Just then, He Yin'er's left hand pointed with difficulty at her clenched fist right hand, and then, maintaining this posture, she quickly sank into the quicksand.

Fang Shiming frowned, not understanding what message He Yin'er was trying to convey with her action.

What is she referring to with that gesture...?

Suddenly, he saw a faint golden reflection.

"No! That's..."

Following the direction of the finger, Fang Shiming saw a glimpse of a gold watch flash across He Yin'er's right hand.

The quicksand had already reached above Fang Shiming's chest.

"A watch? Gold?"

He Yin'er was completely swallowed by the black and yellow quicksand, leaving only the gold watch floating above the quicksand, slowly being carried away by it.

"What message is she trying to convey to me...?"

Fang Shiming's mind was racing, analyzing the situation frantically as the quicksand was now almost up to his neck.

The gold watch had been brought to Fang Shiming's side by the shifting sands, but Fang Shiming still didn't understand what message He Yin'er wanted to convey to him with the watch.

Is it time... or direction?

Fang Shiming stared intently at the watch. The gleaming gold watch had already circled him twice along the same path, carried by the quicksand.

"Something's wrong. The direction this watch is moving..."

The quicksand had already reached above Fang Shiming's lips.

"The direction of the quicksand flow is extremely regular. Is she trying to tell me that the key to escaping is direction?"

He tried to move his body in the direction the quicksand was moving, but it was still to no avail; the vengeful spirit inside him remained dormant.

"No, there's not enough information."

Unable to determine what kind of information He Yin'er wanted to convey, Fang Shiming had no choice but to make one last attempt.

That meant completely disregarding the resurgence of the vengeful spirits and using their abilities without restraint. He was taking a gamble, hoping that when the supernatural forces were fully unleashed, he could briefly counter-invade this quicksand.

"Ok?"

Fang Shiming flicked his finger sharply, and he suddenly felt a momentary loosening before quickly stiffening again.

"It was very brief, but it did move..."

With Fang Shiming's sudden movement, the quicksand was stirred by a sudden breeze, but unfortunately, it subsided again in an instant.
However, this breeze was stronger than any of the times Fang Shiming had ever used supernatural powers, even causing the surrounding hurricane to flow backward.

It was as if his supernatural abilities had been used a dozen times in that instant, and then released all at once.

Fang Shiming's eyes narrowed; he suddenly realized something.

“I understand! He Yin’er and I both fell into the mindset of ghost tamers. In order to avoid the resurgence of vengeful ghosts, we subconsciously dared not use their abilities recklessly.”

"Especially when we were both in a bad state, this kind of misconception was amplified infinitely." The quicksand had already covered Fang Shiming's eyes.

"Just now, He Yin'er must have used the ghost within her to its limit, just like me. So the information she wanted to convey was... time!"

"Time is key information!"

The quicksand had completely buried Fang Shiming.

"The ghost inside me was already taking action, but it was infinitely delayed until the very moment it was about to act."

Fang Shiming's consciousness is slowly fading away.
"It can be inferred that this quicksand has the effect of slowing down the killing process, which is why it can suppress some very powerful ghosts at the bottom of the lake, along with the Ghost Lake."

Fang Shiming recalled the direction in which the gold watch had flowed.

"And the path the watch takes is the key to breaking this ghostly realm!"

The dark and oppressive environment, with cold quicksand pouring into the body from all directions, filled the body with a large amount of cold quicksand, making the whole body feel extremely heavy.

Fang Shiming's eyes were tightly closed. He was not completely dead, but was silently analyzing and thinking about his next move.

"Just now I fell into the trap of a ghost tamer's mindset, blindly believing that recklessly using the power of vengeful spirits would only lead to my death from their resurgence. But since the ghost within me has been slowed down..."

"So, what if I do that?"

Gradually, supernatural phenomena began to occur that defied logic and common sense.

No, it should be said that paranormal events are often like this; they are something that completely deviates from human cognition and does not conform to any laws.

Inside this dense, quicksand-like interior, a strange breeze stirred.
The quicksand around Fang Shiming began to flow faster, and the direction of the flow was exactly the movement of the watch that Fang Shiming had seen.

"Right now, I am not at risk of the vengeful spirit reviving. Even if I use the vengeful spirit's power to the fullest extent, the quicksand will slow me down the moment I move."

"Perhaps I can call this state a superimposed paranormal phenomenon."

Fang Shiming is using quicksand to experiment with an unusual and bizarre way of supernatural superimposition.

"As long as I can grasp the supernatural limits of this quicksand, I can successfully escape and control this vengeful ghost."

A fierce wind howled through the air, and a pitch-black corpse lay in the very center of a patch of blackish-yellow quicksand.

Suddenly, a gust of air rushed out from inside the quicksand, carrying the entire quicksand with it, forming a dark yellow and cold gale.

Strangely, the wind was blowing incredibly slowly, giving the impression of a slow-motion movie.

Fang Shiming looked at the black and yellow gale that was slowly blowing around his body.

"successful"

His approach was undoubtedly like stepping on his own two feet to ascend to heaven, using the property of quicksand to infinitely delay revival, briefly superimposing ghost wind, and then blowing the quicksand and ghost wind together.

Finally, the ghost sand is used to slow down the revival of the ghost wind and the oppressive ghost, so the ghost wind looks as if it has been slowed down.

This is a unique kind of supernatural phenomenon resulting from fusion; it appears incredibly slow, yet it possesses the complete characteristics of a ghost realm.

Slow, yet extremely dangerous.
Paranormal events are often like this: they defy reason and logic.

A woman's body lay across the middle of the road.

"Let's go to Taiping Ancient Town after we've dealt with this incident."

Fang Shiming stood expressionless to the side, his entire body stiff, a chilling aura emanating from him, making him appear like a living corpse.

Although he successfully controlled the quicksand and prevented the vengeful spirit from reviving, the vengeful spirit's corruption became more severe, and something called emotion was slowly disappearing.

As he felt the changes within his body, the sensation of the vengeful spirits resurrecting completely disappeared. However, Fang Shiming continued to sense the changes in his body, trying to find the connection between the three vengeful spirits in order to prevent any unknown mutations from occurring.

five minutes later.

A gust of wind blew by, moving against intuition towards the center of the hurricane; it appeared to be blowing unusually slowly, but its speed was incredibly fast.
(End of this chapter)