Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 23 Double Happiness (Part 5)
Just as Yang Jian and Ye Zhen were looking through the "marriage certificate," a series of dull, monotonous footsteps came from the doorway. The footsteps were extremely regular, walking into the room at a specific frequency.

"Tap tap... tap... tap tap"

The two turned around abruptly and saw the village chief standing stiffly at the door, his face covered in lividity and devoid of any expression, his unfocused eyes staring straight at them.

"The wedding banquet has not started yet, please leave."

The village chief, his legs heavy, approached and repeated, "The wedding banquet hasn't started yet, please go back."

Yang Jian was observing the village chief, trying to analyze his behavior to find a connection between him and the marriage certificate.

However, at that moment, Ye Zhen suddenly drew the long sword from his waist.

"I will kill you."

With a flash of cold sword light, a tearing thud rang out, and the village chief's body was severed at the waist by Ye Zhen. Strangely, no blood flowed from the wound; what could be seen through the cut was a pile of cold, lifeless chunks of flesh, emitting a stench of death.

However, before the two could take any further action, the dull footsteps sounded again outside the door.

"Tap tap... tap tap"

Looking up, the village chief's stiff figure reappeared at the doorway.

Immediately afterwards, a suffocating murmur arose from all around.

"The wedding banquet has not started yet, please leave."

"The wedding banquet hasn't started yet, please leave..."

Those "guests" who were originally sitting at the table all slowly stood up, their heads rotating a full circle, and numbly walked stiffly into the room.

The voice grew louder and louder, hoarse yet resounding, repeating in unison: "The wedding banquet hasn't started yet, please leave..."

Yang Jian looked at the corpse on the ground, and then at the village chief who had reappeared. The corpse that Ye Zhen had severed had not disappeared. This state was different from restarting; it was more like a medium that could be transferred at any time.

"Not restart, leave here."

The two immediately walked outside. Ye Zhen picked up the marriage certificate without thinking. Yang Jian did not stop Ye Zhen. Although he was not sure what the consequences would be if he took the marriage certificate away, since Ye Zhen was now making a mistake, he did not need to make any unnecessary sacrifices.

Yang Jian rushed out of the room first. The courtyard was filled with a dense crowd. The number of people was excessive. They seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, and there were several times more people than when the two of them had just entered.

These people were still staring blankly, their mouths agape, as they uniformly uttered, "The wedding banquet hasn't started yet, please leave."

"A supernatural attack..." Yang Jian coldly stared at the dense crowd in front of him. The gradually increasing volume even made Yang Jian feel a little grating.

Just as Yang Jian was about to act, Ye Zhen walked out from behind him with the marriage certificate in hand. The instant he stepped over the threshold, a pale hand suddenly reached out from the darkness and gripped Ye Zhen's shoulder tightly from behind!

The way this hand appeared was too bizarre, as if it had emerged from a ghostly realm that neither of them could detect, leaving absolutely no time to react.

In just a moment of contact, Ye Zhen's body began to rapidly turn an abnormal dark red.

His skin rotted and cracked at a visible speed, and lividity spread rapidly. But this phenomenon came and went quickly. The strange rotting quickly subsided, and Ye Zhen's body immediately returned to normal.

Ye Zhen's eyes narrowed, and he turned around to slash with his sword. At the same time, Yang Jian's ghostly hand suddenly reached out, trying to grab that sinister palm.

But something strange happened: the hand that was on Ye Zhen's shoulder just a second ago suddenly disappeared.

Yang Jian stared coldly at the empty shoulder, "Ghost Domain?"

Before he could finish speaking, another cold, stiff hand unexpectedly landed on Ye Zhen's shoulder.
With a clatter, the marriage certificate fell from Ye Zhen's hand, and Ye Zhen collapsed straight to the ground.

The putrid lividity quickly covered his entire body, and then his body kept recovering. The scapegoat inside Ye Zhen's body was fighting against the supernatural power of that hand. This phenomenon of constant decay and recovery continued for more than ten times before slowly dissipating.

Yang Jian looked at the marriage certificate that had fallen outside the door and suddenly realized something. He reached out to grab the certificate, but the moment the ghostly hand touched it, a pale and cold hand quietly landed on Yang Jian's shoulder.

In an instant, Yang Jian's consciousness blurred as if it had been ripped away, and his body went out of control, falling straight forward.

"The third time, we will surely die in the superposition."

It was a completely subconscious reaction. A thick crimson color surged from Yang Jian's body, covering his entire form. The next moment, Yang Jian, now fully recovered, grabbed the marriage certificate and threw it forcefully into the house. Just as the marriage certificate slipped from his hand, Yang Jian clearly saw the words "Wedding Procession" appear on the pages in bright red ghost blood, like embroidery.

The two had no room to catch their breath as the 'guests' behind them surged in like a tide, densely packed and completely blocking the doorway.

Every 'guest' stared intently at the two of them, repeating in a hoarse voice, "The wedding banquet hasn't started yet, please go back."

"Tick-tock..."

A drop of foul-smelling lake water dripped from the eaves, and then a continuous stream of lake water seeped from the ground, making the air humid and gradually submerging the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a crimson red enveloped the entire courtyard.

"Pfft!"

The 'guests' standing on the lake began to sink rapidly into the water. However, the crowds surging in from all directions far exceeded the speed at which the lake water would engulf them, and their sheer number was suffocating.

Just then, a sinister and eerie sword light shot out from Ye Zhen's direction, slashing straight towards the crowd.

The center of the surging crowd suddenly stopped, then twisted wildly in a bizarre way, rolling and stretching like a rope, forming a rotating vortex.

Immediately afterwards, the vortex collapsed suddenly, and a huge hollow gap was forcibly torn open in the center of the distorted crowd.

Yang Jian also vaguely heard Ye Zhen shouting something about "divine power".
Yang Jian looked at the huge gap that had been torn open by the eerie sword light. This attack seemed to be Ye Zhen's alternative way of using his supernatural abilities.

Without time to think too much, Yang Jian and Ye Zhen rushed out of the crowd through the gap.

In the eerie night, a red light suddenly pierced into a low-lying house. Zhang Wei was fast asleep on the bed when Yang Jian slapped him: "Wei! Wake up!"

Zhang Wei sat up groggily.

"Please ask my homeroom teacher for leave for me; my stomach hurts a little..."

After saying that, Zhang Wei lay down and fell asleep again, but he immediately jumped up again: "Holy crap, who hit me!"

Seeing that Zhang Wei was alright, Yang Jian turned around and walked to the window.

Through the dim light inside the house, one could vaguely see the surging crowd outside the door. The number of those 'guests' seemed endless, filling the streets of the entire village.

Ye Zhen touched his shoulder and remained silent, unusually so, seemingly lost in thought.

Yang Jian stared coldly outside.

As Yang Jian and Ye Zhen returned inside, the once densely packed crowd slowly dispersed, their movements stiff yet orderly, gradually disappearing into the shadows of night. The entire village returned to a deathly silence.

"The entire village is like a complex of vengeful spirits, with a murderous pattern where multiple deaths are inevitable. Only the accommodations arranged by the village chief are safe."

"The wedding procession..."

Yang Jian pondered the last words that appeared on the marriage certificate. His judgment about the marriage certificate was correct. The marriage certificate could only be slightly modified according to the events that were happening at the time. Therefore, it could not directly allow Zhang Wei and the bride to meet. It could only complete the entire wedding process step by step.

Sure enough, just as Yang Jian was pondering, the village chief appeared at the door of the house.

"Knock knock knock," the village chief knocked on the door.

"Bang!" Yang Jian kicked the door open and stared coldly at the village chief, waiting for him to speak. The thing he hated most in his life was someone knocking on his door.

"The groom should go pick up the bride..."

The village chief's gaze passed through Yang Jian and Ye Zhen, staring straight at Zhang Wei, as if he had already decided that Zhang Wei was the groom.

Raising his stiff arm, the village chief pointed in a direction from the back of the village.

Yang Jian looked in the direction the village chief was pointing and could vaguely see a mass grave, which looked particularly eerie in the darkness.

(End of this chapter)