Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 31 Double Happiness (End)
The previously motionless female corpse knelt down again, and her head, covered by a red veil, slammed to the ground once more.

However, Yang Jian did not show too much surprise, as this was part of his plan.

Just as the bride was about to kowtow, a sinister and eerie path snaked in from afar, as if it had invaded from some unknown supernatural place. At the end of the path, neon signs could be faintly seen flashing.

Yang Jian squinted at the signboard "Ghost Post Office" that was flashing with colorful lights. It was exactly as Liu Qingqing had described. The rules of the post office were in effect. Yang Jian knew that his second step had been successful.

The moment the ghost post office appeared, the female corpse, who was halfway through her fall, stopped abruptly, slowly straightened up, and stiffly walked towards the door. Just as one of her feet had stepped out of the door and onto the twisted path...

Suddenly, a large amount of blood gushed out of the marriage certificate, rushing wildly towards the female corpse.

The woman's body, who was about to step out of the room, suddenly stopped, stiffly turned back, and knelt down again, as if preparing to complete another predetermined murder pattern.

However, the lights of the ghost post office seemed even more glaring, and the winding path seemed to have moved forward a little further, as the female corpse was about to step onto the post office path again.

But soon, the blood overflowing from the marriage certificate forced Xiao Lu to retreat a distance, as if neither of the two top-level supernatural entities could gain the upper hand in their contest.

The eerie collisions between the marriage certificate and the ghost post office caused the female corpse to seem to get stuck.

In this dark room, only the female corpse's repeated actions could be heard: getting up, kneeling down, preparing to kowtow, then getting up again, kneeling down, and kowtowing, in an endless cycle.

"Yang Jian, what have you done? What's wrong with this woman's corpse?"

Ye Zhen looked at the female corpse who kept getting up, standing still, and kneeling down. This state was clearly not something that could be achieved by two ghosts restraining each other.

“Every ghost follows its own rules of killing; this is an ironclad law that they cannot change.”

Yang Jian shook the water off his wood-chopping knife.

"Whether it's that marriage certificate, the ghost messengers we encountered before, or even this corpse, I'm just causing a conflict between their rules."

Yang Jian knew he had succeeded.

The supernatural interplay between the marriage certificate, the ghost post office, and the female corpse has trapped the corpse in a vicious cycle.

"Only the one who enters the coffin after the third kowtow and wedding ceremony is considered the 'bride'." This is what Yang Jian wrote on the marriage certificate.

The identity of the 'bride' had already been established, but Liu Qingqing had already returned to the post office, and the coffin was now empty.

Amidst the supernatural clash between the post office and the marriage certificate, the post office has deviated from some of the rules of the marriage certificate. However, the post office is also affected by the marriage certificate, classifying both the female corpse who is identified as the "bride" and Liu Qingqing as residents. But the female corpse does not have the most crucial letter that a post office resident would have.

Now, the female corpse is simply moving towards the bridal chamber in a rigid manner, following her own killing patterns.

At this moment, the female corpse is an incomplete "bride".

This marriage certificate now restricts the female corpse, and only after the third wedding ceremony can the identity of "bride" written by Yang Jian be re-anchored. However, the final wedding ceremony has already been completed.

Due to the inherent pattern of its killings and the supernatural clashes between the marriage certificate and the post office, this gruesome corpse is trapped in a strange supernatural cycle.

Ye Zhen took a deep look at the corpse and said:
"Although it is not as good as the Ghost Painting or the Hungry Ghost and the Ghost Messenger in terms of performance, its supernatural strength is obviously on the same level as those three ghosts."

Yang Jian nodded.

“Let’s go. Continuing to look won’t change anything. As long as we don’t get involved with the supernatural, this corpse will remain in this state forever.”

After saying that, Yang Jian picked up his wood-chopping knife and strode out of the courtyard with Ye Zhen.

A five-story building in the style of the Republic of China era. Above the main entrance hangs a plaque with three large characters in traditional Chinese: "Ghost Post Office." The plaque is decorated with colorful neon lights, making it particularly conspicuous in the dim environment.

The post office lobby was packed with people, all staring intently at the door, their expressions grave and their eyes filled with disbelief.

At the end of the winding, twisting path, a chilling, eerie dark red figure sometimes stands still, sometimes kneels stiffly on the ground, like a looping movie that never reaches a real moment.

A man dressed in Republican-era clothing stands on the top floor of the post office, holding a large knife.

The dim lighting obscured his face, but a pair of cold eyes stared at the terrifying red figure.

After a long while, the man slowly turned and disappeared into the darkness.
"Leg Bro! Brother Ye! Are you guys there? I really need to poop!"

Inside a golden body bag, Zhang Wei was struggling to move his body.

With a "whoosh," the sound of a zipper being pulled open came from beside him, and the blinding sunlight shone in, making Zhang Wei unable to open his eyes.

"Holy crap, who threw that flashbang?!"

"Wei, it's time to go back."

Yang Jian's voice rang out, and Zhang Wei opened his eyes to find Yang Jian standing right in front of him.

The body was completely unrecognizable, showing no trace of a living person. A pair of emotionless eyes gazed at the chaotic and dilapidated city in the distance, as if indifferent to the lives lost in the city.

But Yang Jian is in good condition at the moment.

In that village, after the four-layered ghost lake revived, it began to attack Yang Jian, but Ye Zhen used a scapegoat and a bracelet to replace the female corpse.

In the supernatural clash with the female corpse, the fourth layer of Ghost Lake was completely suppressed by her, which allowed Yang Jian to now have a more perfect grasp of Ghost Lake.

Ye Zhen stood beside Yang Jian without saying a word, silently gazing at the city that once belonged to him.

Yang Jian said, "You've changed a lot."

"Everyone has their own unique experience when it comes to the supernatural. Everyone is tragic. In this era where life is like a prison, I am just one of countless people."

"gone."

Ye Zhen turned and left.

Yang Jian silently watched Ye Zhen's retreating figure.
He knew that Ye Zhen was no longer the immature, delusional person he used to be.

"Brother Ye, where are you planning to go? Why don't you come back to Dachang City with us? The three of us can form the True Yang Wei combination! We'll be absolutely unbeatable!"

Ye Zhen slowly turned his head, a hint of envy in his eyes.

"Ah Wei, thank you. But I still have things I need to do."

"What is it?"

Ye Zhen's figure had disappeared, leaving only his voice echoing in their ears.

"I will spare no effort to wipe out all the evil spirits in the world."

(End of this chapter)