Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 54 Ye Zhen
Yang Jian saw Xiao Yuan take out that pistol in his dream. The fact that it could be brought into his dream indicates that the gun was not a supernatural object, but a weapon made by humans.

The streamlined, transparent gun body, and its terrifying power comparable to a rifle.

After a moment of thought, Yang Jian realized that Xiao Yuan's memories had been altered by her father, but unfortunately, her father had disappeared into the nightmare, and this truth was buried along with him.

I've essentially taken control of Ghost Dream now, so I can only see if I can start with the dream and uncover Xiaoyuan's altered memories.

Yang Jian said, "I will take Xiaoyuan to Dachang City, and I will investigate this matter."

Wang Xiaoming waved his hand.

"Your cousin has gone missing. The headquarters staff lost track of her when you asked me to tell you the bus location."

"disappeared?"

He hadn't seen Xiaoyuan in the second layer of the dream. He had always thought that Xiaoyuan, like Lin Bei, was trapped in the first layer of the dream, but now it seemed that his cousin had already escaped the dream.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian nodded and said, "If you find Xiaoyuan, tell her to come to Dachang City to find me. Don't threaten her with force. If she kills someone, don't come looking for me."

After saying that, Yang Jian turned and left without looking back.

Wang Xiaoming stood there, watching the red light dissipate before his eyes.

"Just now, Cao Yanhua asked you to test Yang Jian, right? Tell me your impressions."

Li Jun slowly emerged from the darkness behind him. His charred face made him look incredibly terrifying. He spoke:
"Judging from appearances alone, there are two ghosts I've never seen before; he's grown too fast. However, given his personality, he seems to have regained a little bit of humanity, which is almost impossible."

Wang Xiaoming nodded, turned around, and continued the research he had just stopped.

In Dachang City, a corner of the sky suddenly turned crimson. After Yang Jian picked up Wang Shanshan from Meishan Village, the two buried his father's body together in a small house in the woods and then rushed back to Dachang City.

"Surely you shouldn't tell your aunt?"

Wang Shanshan and Yang Jian returned to the old house, and the ghost child was also released. It seemed that because it had been locked up by Yang Jian for too long, it became a little lively.

Yang Jian looked at the ghost child and said, "No need. If my mother knew that my father took the box that contained her dowry to put a corpse, she would nag all day. I left a note at home, she will understand."

He took a can of Coke from the refrigerator, drank it down in one gulp, and casually found a sofa to lie down on.

Wang Shanshan was somewhat surprised.

Are you going to sleep?

Yang Jian said with his eyes closed, "That's right, do you want to come along?"

Wang Shanshan was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then silently walked up and gently placed Yang Jian's head on her lap.

"I won't sleep. I'm getting very little sleep these days. I'll just stay here with you."

Yang Jian wasn't really trying to sleep; he didn't even feel tired. But after the ghost dream incident, he found everything in the dream to be incredibly real.

In his dream, he was a normal person; he could be happy and sad, and he possessed all the emotions that a normal person should have.

Only in his dreams could he experience what it meant to be human. He needed to find himself in his dreams to avoid becoming a heartless monster.

Lying in Wang Shanshan's arms made Yang Jian feel very safe. He slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Daxia City.

In an abandoned old town, the air was filled with a strong stench of corpses. From high above, a semi-circular ghostly domain was enveloping the town.

Suddenly, a small black dot rapidly approached from afar. It was a blur, falling straight down from the sky, almost skimming the ground. The buildings behind it were collapsing one after another, but the figure managed to dodge each one.

Behind the afterimage, a man with an afro was chasing after him.

"I don't care if you're talking about the real Ye or the fake Ye, the vengeful spirit I control is the strongest!"

With a swagger, the man with the afro waved his hand at Ye Zhen, and a horde of zombies instantly blotted out half the sky, sweeping towards Ye Zhen and destroying all the buildings along the way.

Ye Zhen turned around and glanced back.

"Supernatural elements are layered... but why only use corpses to attack..."

Ye Zhen plunged his longsword into the ground, and using the momentum, he drifted around the sword and came to a stop, facing the horde of corpses that almost covered half the sky.

"Something's not right. Every corpse is a real ghost, but this person didn't attack me using any other means. Is it a contact-type attack? Let's try it first."

A buzzing sound gradually rose, Ye Zhen drew his longsword, and then his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already close to the man with the afro, and he raised his longsword to stab him.

The man with the afro looked at Ye Zhen, who had suddenly appeared, and a hint of panic flashed across his face.

Just then, the hundreds and thousands of corpses turned their heads at once, all staring fiercely at Ye Zhen. The corpses closest to Ye Zhen suddenly lunged at him.

"boom!"

Ye Zhen was sent flying backward, crashing into several cars before finally coming to a stop. He stood up in a disheveled state, the rotting lividity on his body flashing repeatedly before slowly fading away. He looked up at the afro-haired man in mid-air.

"Impossible. You've only been controlling this vengeful spirit for a week; you couldn't possibly have achieved this level of skill..."

"Hahahaha!" The man with the afro in mid-air looked at Ye Zhen, who had been sent flying by his own attack, and laughed menacingly.

"I've said it before, the vengeful spirits I control are the strongest! I have the ability to end this supernatural era, it's just a matter of killing a few people, is it necessary to relentlessly pursue me! Since you're so eager to kill me, then you can go down and join them!"

After saying that, the man's face became even more ferocious, and then he swooped down from mid-air, carrying a horde of corpses towards Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen turned around and launched himself away, and the two returned to their previous chase.

Ye Zhen was internally analyzing the probing that had just taken place.

"An attack of this magnitude is indeed supernatural, but it doesn't make sense... How could an ordinary person who has been controlling a vengeful spirit for less than a week have grown to this level..."

He looked back at the overwhelming pile of corpses.

"Any single vengeful spirit stacked to this extent could kill me in an instant, but he seems to only intend to overwhelm me with corpses."

"Wait... when I approached him just now, I clearly triggered the vengeful spirit's killing pattern, but he didn't use any supernatural attacks on me."

"Could it be..." A strange look flashed across Ye Zhen's face.

"We can only try one more time."

Thinking of this, Ye Zhen turned around, spread his arms and let himself slide along the ground. His speed gradually slowed down, but his eyes kept observing the afro-haired man and the horde of zombies behind him.

The man with the afro looked at Ye Zhen, who had his arms outstretched, and said menacingly, "What, you philanthropist, giving up? If you had knelt down and begged me just now, I might have spared your life, but now you'd better just die obediently!"

The next moment, the horde of corpses engulfed Ye Zhen like a column of water.

Within the boundless horde of corpses, Ye Zhen was constantly attacked by the bodies. The lividity on his body was spreading rapidly and then receding just as quickly. The supernatural power of the scapegoat was at its peak at this moment, and it seemed that Ye Zhen would die at any moment.

But Ye Zhen's expression did not change at all. His pale face and emotionless eyes stared blankly at the afro in front of him.

"It is indeed a rather special ghost."

"Huh?" The man with the afro was taken aback.

Ye Zhen continued, "This horde of zombies is indeed a real supernatural phenomenon, but you cannot attack me using supernatural means."

With a swift thrust of his hand into Ye Zhen's chest, the man with the afro roared viciously, "So what! You're about to die!"

Ye Zhen's expression remained unchanged: "To be able to achieve this level of superposition, yet not even be familiar with the vengeful spirit he controls, is illogical."

He grabbed the arm of the man with the afro and slowly pulled his hand out of his chest.

Ye Zhen said to himself, "The moment I started to have doubts, the supernatural force that attacked me immediately disappeared, otherwise I would never have survived until now."

Ignoring the surprised look on the man with the afro, Ye Zhen drew his longsword from his waist.

"If I'm not mistaken, these ghosts are fake. There's only one real ghost, but I thought it was real before, so it became real."

After saying that, without giving the man with the afro any time to react, he pierced the man's chest with a sword.

"Turning a falsehood into reality can indeed catch people off guard in certain situations."

The man with the afro looked at his pierced chest, his face filled with terror, and immediately pleaded:

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'll tell you everything!"

Ye Zhen shook his head and slowly drew his long sword.

"No need, I already know."

Seeing Ye Zhen's decisiveness, the man with the afro immediately reverted to his ferocious appearance and roared, "I only killed a few women! What right do you have to kill me! What right do you have to judge me! I am the one who should!"

A flash of cold light, and Ye Zhen landed on the ground with the man's head in his hand, then put the body into a body bag.

The surrounding ghostly aura slowly contracted back into his body, and Ye Zhen was truly preparing to leave.

Just then, a memory that didn't belong to him suddenly appeared in his mind. He was still standing here just like today, but there was one more person in the memory. Across the street, a man in casual clothes was smiling and walking towards him.

Ye Zhen looked up at the man.

"Shen Lin."

(End of this chapter)