Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 65 Arrival
Wang Xiaoming operated the projection screen to open an image, which showed a man with a deathly pale face, looking like a dead person.

"Your mission objective is to retrieve Zhang Jun's body and any coffin nails that may be on it."

Shen Lin asked, "What if you encountered that so-called King's Organization?"

“Kill them, kill them one by one. As long as you can get into the country, Lu Zhiwen will erase all your operation information. You will forever remain just a support team.”

"How do we evacuate? We're not a suicide squad."

Liu San stared at Wang Xiaoming and said, clearly dissatisfied with the headquarters' previous decision to have his paper figures stationed in most of the city.

Cao Yanhua hurriedly explained that these team leaders had unpredictable tempers and could change their minds at any moment, and he did not want any more internal disputes to occur before the plan was implemented.

"After you get the body, Li Jun will open the door and bring you back. It's a door that allows you to return to headquarters from anywhere. We've always been on the same side, but the more capable you are, the more work you get. After the mission is completed, there will be corresponding extra rewards. Don't worry, everyone. The captain is an elite that headquarters plans to cultivate with all its resources. Headquarters will never give up on any captain."

Liu San sneered and stopped talking. The wrinkles on his face were piled up because of the smile, making him look extremely scary.

Seeing that none of the team leaders had any other questions, Cao Yanhua said, "Then everyone take a break, and we'll set off in ten minutes."

After listening, Li Jun stood up, turned around, and left.

Liu San walked up to Yang Jian and greeted him, "Captain Yang, it's been a long time."

Yang Jian, still with a deadpan expression, asked, "Liu San, is something the matter?"

Wang Chaling shook hands with Shen Lin.
"Captain Shen, I didn't expect so much time to have passed since we last parted ways in Dajing City."

Shen Lin smiled and reached out to greet him.

Last time in Dajing City, Shen Lin and Wang Chaling faced an out-of-control starving ghost together. If it weren't for the ghost painting's invasion in the middle, the two of them might have been able to imprison the starving ghost without relying on coffin nails.

A military aircraft crossed the border, and the team leaders officially entered foreign territory.

The stench of a corpse, a strong, pungent stench of a corpse.

Even tens of thousands of kilometers away in the air, through the thick cabin, people could still smell the pungent odor of a crematorium burning corpses.

Inside the plane, everyone stared out the window at the hell on earth.

The gloomy sky hung low, and billowing black smoke hung lifelessly, obscuring the light of day, as if a deathly darkness covered the city.

Beneath this endless blackness, flames soared into the sky, engulfing the entire city skyline in a raging inferno.

Looking down from inside the cabin, the dilapidated high-rise buildings swayed precariously in the flames, their silhouettes cast crimson shadows in the firelight.

The plane flew over a viaduct that had been completely burned in two, the broken sections of the bridge jutting out diagonally into the burning sea.

Countless charred vehicles lay scattered haphazardly, some seats still bearing the charred remains of corpses, now reduced to piles of charred charcoal by the flames.

There was no sign of any living thing in the entire city.

Liu San stared out the plane window with a sallow face, his throat emitting a hoarse voice: "That's just how Wang Xiaoming is. Once he decides to scheme against you, you won't even know how you died."

Shen Lin lowered his head, tapping his fingers on the chair as he pondered.

"The so-called 'strike first' strategy perfectly suits Wang Xiaoming's personality," Wang Chaling said, pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses. The lenses reflected a dark red firelight, obscuring his expression.

"The headquarters' intention in choosing to enter foreign countries at this juncture is very clear: to defeat this King Organization in one fell swoop."

Yang Jian glanced at Shen Lin. This person had always given him the impression of being approachable, but also had an unfathomable quality. Even during the chaos in Dajing City, Shen Lin maintained a calm mind and was even able to restrain the movements of the Hungry Ghost.

On the contrary, Wang Chaling has changed a lot. When Yang Jian first met him, he seemed to have just mastered a ghost, but he was able to control two terrifying old men.

The two old men seemed to possess an extremely high level of terror, even giving Yang Jian a sense of oppression as if he were facing starving ghosts, and he was extremely wary of them even now.

He is just an ordinary person who has just mastered a vengeful spirit, yet he possesses two extremely terrifying vengeful spirits. Each of the captain-level figures is beyond the realm of common sense and cannot be judged by normal thinking and logic.

At this moment, Li Jun stepped out of the cockpit, his whole body stiff. Judging from his appearance alone, Li Jun would die from the resurrection of the vengeful ghost within a week.

"We will land here. Do not resist."

After he finished speaking, a sinister, dark green ghost fire slowly enveloped everyone. The next second, the entire plane suddenly disappeared from the sky.

ground.

Even within Li Jun's ghost realm, everyone could still feel the scorching heat waves coming from all directions, their skin felt faintly hot, and their throats were dry, as if they would be roasted to death at any moment.

Strangely, however, in these ruins engulfed by flames, the air was filled with a thick, chilling stench of decay.

The smell was completely different from the acrid smell of burning; it was more like a long-decayed corpse being dug out of the cold earth and exposed to the air.

Black smoke mixed in with the air slowly spread, some even penetrating Li Jun's ghostly aura, clinging to everyone like maggots attached to bones, impossible to get rid of.

Li Jun silently squatted down, slowly took out a blood-red spoon from his pocket, and gently placed it on the ground.

The moment the spoon touched the ground, it seemed to be pulled by some irresistible force and suddenly began to spin.

The spoon moved faster and faster, turning into a blurry, blood-red afterimage, even causing the surrounding ashes to scatter in all directions. A faint, dark figure could be seen emerging among the ashes.

Just as it reached its maximum spin, the spoon abruptly stopped, its tail pointing steadily in one direction.

Li Jun glanced down and said:

"Let's go. My ghost realm is restricted here, and I can only move there on foot."

Yang Jian looked at the sea of ​​fire that Li Jun had kept outside. He had also tried to unleash the Ghost Realm, but the moment it extended out of his body, he clearly felt an unusual burning sensation. In fact, the edges of the scarlet Ghost Realm showed signs of burning.

The ghost realm was ignited, something that had never happened before in any paranormal event. Even when faced with extremely terrifying ghosts like the Ghost Painting, the ghost realm was at most suppressed, but this had never happened before.

Yang Jian was certain that a deeper level of ghost realm might be able to forcibly resist the influence of this strange sea of ​​fire, but this was by no means the best solution. In the current situation, the ghost controlled by Li Jun had a high compatibility with this sea of ​​fire. Since Li Jun had the ability to guide the direction, there was no need for him to make unnecessary sacrifices.

Yang Jian silently followed the group, walking through the ruins filled with flames, but he always felt that something was wrong. He had had a strange feeling ever since he got off the plane.

Yang Jian was always particularly sensitive to supernatural events. This illogical atmosphere lingered among everyone, and even Liu San began to frequently look back to observe the path they had taken.

"Yang Jian...something's not right..."

(End of this chapter)