Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 17 Lake and Wind (Part 7)
The wind whipped Li Yang's coat, making it flutter loudly. His cold, numb face was expressionless, and his emotionless eyes stared fixedly at the members of the Reform Society.

A chilling atmosphere filled the air. He simply stood there, doing nothing, yet the members of the Reform Society felt immense pressure.

The group dared not make a move. Even though they had lived for so long, they had never seen a ghost tamer who remained conscious despite being a resurrected vengeful spirit.

Everyone present stared solemnly at the man who had suddenly appeared. The man simply stood silently in the center of the hurricane, without making any other unnecessary movements.

An ordinary ghost tamer would have died long ago from the resurgence of a vengeful spirit in this state, but the man in front of him was clearly still able to maintain a clear consciousness.

A hoarse, muffled voice rang out.

"You two go and assist the captain. I'll hold off the next attack."

Yang Jian and the other two glanced at Li Yang. They didn't recognize this strange man who had suddenly appeared, but he was clearly a ghost tamer who had lived for many years.

Before Yang Jian could reply, their memories seemed to be being eroded and altered by some unknown supernatural force.

"Yang Jian! Something's wrong, my memory is failing me." Liu San supported the unconscious Li Jun to the side, while countless paper figures slowly surrounded the two of them.

In the memories of the three, when the old corpse opened its eyes and the area restarted, everyone saw another old corpse with a ferocious face slowly emerge next to Yang Jian, its childlike, lifeless eyes staring intently at Yang Jian.

The old corpse's figure became clearer and clearer, as if it was about to solidify into a physical form.

"Is he like Shen Lin?"

Fang Shiming glanced at Liu San's densely packed paper figures and said, "Liu San, join him in stopping those people."

An old pair of scissors pointed to the spot where the corpse had appeared next to Yang Jian in his memory, but Fang Shiming could not sense anything unusual.

"Unable to contact him, it's a pity Shen Lin isn't here. In the ghost painting, he and another person used their memories to suppress the starving ghost."

Suddenly, an old corpse appeared beside Yang Jian. Yang Jian reacted quickly; his attention had been focused on this place, and without turning his head, he slashed at it with his sword.

Something strange happened.

In his memory, before Yang Jian raised his knife, a pale hand appeared out of nowhere and suddenly grabbed at Yang Jian's neck.

Before Fang Shiming could even react, the old corpse had already grabbed Yang Jian by the neck.

Yang Jian's body was rapidly drying out.

A cold, lifeless corpse fell, pressing down on the old man's shoulder, while a dark yellow wind slowly blew around them.

The old corpse's movements immediately slowed to an extreme degree, but it still held Yang Jian tightly; the restraint was failing.
Yang Jian remained calm, observing and analyzing the boy's corpse before him without panic.

A dense layer of red light on the body surface almost solidified. Yang Jian's eyes turned cold, and the ghostly hand suddenly grabbed at the corpse. The eerie event occurred again.

In his memory, before Yang Jian grabbed the old corpse, another old corpse suddenly appeared beside him, blocking the ghost hand first.

"An interesting state of mind."

Yang Jian's crimson ghost eye on his forehead emitted a crimson light as he observed the situation unfolding before him.

"Every time I'm about to act, you react first, using memories to mislead people about your abilities. In fact, you're hacking and altering the past a few seconds ago."

As they spoke, Yang Jian and Fang Shiming exchanged a glance. Both were intelligent men, and in that brief exchange of glances, they confirmed their next move.

The ghostly figure behind him suddenly stood up and lunged at the second corpse.

The same eerie event from memory occurred again, but this time, a yellow-black gust of wind blew up first at the location where the third old corpse appeared.

Fang Shiming stood in the howling wind, holding a pair of scissors. A cold, lifeless corpse fell straight down, pressing down hard on the shoulder of the third old corpse.

Looking at the immobilized corpse in front of him, Fang Shiming said, "If we call our current method of using the power of vengeful spirits 'ghost control,' then your current state can be called 'ghost control of man,' a way of controlling the supernatural worth trying."

The scissors plunged violently into the old corpse's head, while a dark, ghostly figure swiftly covered its bag.

The four members of the Reform Society watched as the old corpse that had attacked Yang Jian slowly dissipated. Just as they were about to make their move, they hesitated, glancing at Li Yang and the strange door.

There's a saying that's been circulating among the older generation in the paranormal community.

"Better to be bitten by a ghost than to be touched by anything."

This refers to supernatural items, and items that can be imbued with supernatural elements are always extremely dangerous.

The short, stout old man looked at the skull floating in mid-air behind him and said, "Wang Qun uses most of his supernatural abilities to suppress the source ghost of the hurricane. This corpse alone cannot kill that person named Yang Jian."

Seeing that the four people opposite him were about to make a move, Li Yang immediately took a step forward.

"It's time to send you on your way."

His numb, ashen face showed no emotion as he slowly placed his hand on the old wooden door beside him.

Some terrifying medium was triggered, and four wooden doors suddenly rose up behind the members of the Reform Society. "A supernatural superposition?" The young man's expression changed.

"Stop him!"

Before the four could make a move, the four wooden doors opened simultaneously with a "bang," and the deadly supernatural event was triggered the instant the doors opened.

The four men's bodies quickly began to decompose, and in just one encounter, the four members of the Reform Society died instantly.

But the four bodies did not fall; instead, they stood stiffly in front of the four doors.

Suddenly, one of the corpses turned its eyes sharply towards Li Yang, staring intently at him, and a chilling voice rang out.

"What a regret that our ambitions remain unfulfilled. Although we have different views, the paths we have taken are both aimed at solving the problem of the existence of vengeful ghosts."

The other three corpses slowly raised their rotting heads, staring intently at Li Yang.

"Things have come to this point, the plan has failed, and there's no point in arguing about right and wrong anymore."

The old woman's corpse slowly raised her rotting, mutilated arm, and her cold, suspended hand gestured slightly toward Li Yang.

Li Yang immediately felt a momentary lapse in consciousness, and the vengeful ghost inside him propelled his body forward with a sudden step.

The attack did not stop, and the old woman slowly raised her hand again.

The next second, a crimson flash appeared, and a giant eyeball hung above everyone's heads.

As the eyeball appeared, the waving corpse stopped moving.

The area-wide suppression, with the hideous tattoos on the ghost's hand reflecting a materialized ghost eye, combined with the suppressive power of the ghost hand, restricted the movement of the vengeful ghosts in this space.

Yang Jian aimed at the old woman, raised his woodcutter's knife, and slashed down fiercely. The seemingly random swing was actually being propelled by the medium triggered by the huge scarlet eyeball in the air, striking the old woman's corpse.

In an instant, the corpse split in two from the top of its head downwards, and at the same time, the huge eyeball in the air also split in two and disappeared.

A tall, thin corpse appeared in front of Li Yang, looking at him with a pained expression.

Li Yang stared at the male corpse in front of him, reached out and pulled hard on his chest. Blood immediately flowed out of his body, outlining the shape of a door on his chest.

The next moment, a huge suction force surged out from behind the door, pulling at the rotting, emaciated corpse in front of it.

At the same time, a slowly blowing gust of wind and countless paper figures were rapidly attacking the remaining two corpses.

Ghosts are clashing, and supernatural phenomena are clashing.

This already highly unstable space began to tremble slightly under the interference of several people.

boom.
A buzzing sound arose, and suddenly gusts of wind mixed with the cold lake water blew up from the hollow center of the hurricane.

The old man's corpse holding the ball of flesh changed its expression and turned to look at the skull floating in mid-air behind it.

"It's out of control! This intensity of supernatural conflict has already affected the balance between the hurricane and the ghost lake. Let's go!"

After saying that, he pointed the ball of flesh in his hand at the other three members of the Reform Society, and the three of them immediately disappeared.

However, before Yang Jian and the other two could react.

The next second, the hurricane suddenly accelerated out of control, and a funnel-shaped cyclone crashed down from the clouds.

Caught off guard, everyone was swept into the air along with the shattered ground beneath their feet.

Inside the wildly spinning tornado, a paper figure, on the verge of falling apart, spun rapidly with the tornado.

Through the tattered paper figure, one can vaguely see a boy who looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, his body covered with deep wrinkles, resembling crumpled paper.

The two remaining paper figures beside him struggled to protect him in the center, but even though they were about to be blown away, the boy's hands still clung tightly to Li Jun's charred body.

A thin, scarlet streak was spiraling upwards along with the giant tornado that stretched straight to the sky.

This was Yang Jian's ghost domain, but it was blown away by the gale as soon as it extended beyond his body, trailing behind Yang Jian like a mysterious and eerie red thread.

Yang Jian remained calm, but the crimson ghost eye spinning wildly on his forehead revealed a strong sense of unease.

All that could be seen before him was a fierce wind and cold lake water, while the ghostly figure behind him had long since been blown to pieces.

Cracks have appeared on the ghost's hand, and its supernatural power is being dismembered.

Whenever a crack appears in the Ghost Hand, the hideous tattoos burst forth from its body, disappearing into the Ghost Hand along the crack, barely maintaining the Ghost Hand's integrity.

Suddenly, a pale woman's hand reached out in the raging wind and gently placed on Yang Jian's shoulder.

A chilling feeling instantly washed over my entire body.
(End of this chapter)