Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 68 First Battle (Part 3)

As the doors opened, a cold wind swept through the area. This wind was not as strong as before; in fact, it was very weak, but it carried a strong stench of decay, as if a corpse was lying in the wind, and the smell was coming from the corpse.

As a faint breeze blew by, the apartment door stopped moving and even showed signs of slowly closing.

There's something wrong with this wind.

The landlord reacted quickly and immediately realized the problem.

But Fang Shiming didn't give the two more time to react. The wind blew faster and faster, and without exception, all the doors that were about to open were blown shut.

Gradually, the sound of chains dragging inside the door stopped. No, it didn't stop, but rather Fang Shiming temporarily restricted the ghost's movement.

The warden didn't seem too surprised, and said coldly, "You think you can stop the two of us by yourself? You're being a bit too confident."

After saying that, he squatted down and touched the floor of the apartment with both hands. It seemed that he was using this haunted apartment as a medium, and the sound of the chain being dragged inside the room rang out again, but this time the sound was very urgent, as if someone was dragging the chain and walking quickly inside the room.

With a muffled thud, the chain seemed to slam into the door, and the door that Fang Shiming had closed opened again, albeit at a barely perceptible speed. Even the dragging sound of the chain had become extremely faint, but Fang Shiming's suppression was failing.
Fang Shiming remained calm. He straightened up and said coldly, "Don't move."

Without any warning, two cold and eerie corpses suddenly appeared behind the two members of the King Organization, as if they had appeared out of thin air. The two felt a weight behind them as the two cold corpses lay firmly on their backs.

The corpse was incredibly heavy, like two somber tombstones, lying there lifelessly.

Not only that, but one after another, cold corpses piled up in the air above their heads before falling one after another, pressing straight down on their backs.

Finally, all the corpses came together, as if they had taken root on the shoulders of the two men, holding them firmly in place.

In just a few seconds, the two kings were subdued and unable to move by Fang Shiming.

All of this happened too fast. The two of them didn't have time to react to Fang Shiming's tactics, there was no need for further probing, and there was no fierce confrontation.

Battles between ghost tamers are like this; unlike imprisoning vengeful spirits, there is no time for you to calculate or weigh the options. Life and death often hang in the balance in an instant.

"That man... was too fast..."

The landlord's face was contorted with pain, and his body could no longer withstand the strain, so he began to slowly collapse to the ground.

"The supernatural is compounded... I have never encountered an opponent of this caliber before. The seemingly slow wind beside him is the most deadly."

"Hey you with the scissors, I admit that if we were alone with you, we might be killed instantly..."

The warden glanced at Fang Shiming's side as he spoke.

It was a black dot, and the next second, the black dot suddenly enlarged.

Darkness suddenly spread, like a decaying curtain enveloping Fang Shiming from all sides, swallowing him up in an instant.

Faced with the sudden attack, Fang Shiming remained unfazed, not even turning his head, and plunged a pair of old scissors into the dark void. A bizarre thing happened: at the edge of that darkness, a terrifying old woman in a Western-style dress abruptly appeared, standing in the distance.

Suddenly, her figure flickered like a frozen image, and with each flicker, her posture remained unchanged, yet she continued to approach Fang Shiming from afar.

A withered, bony hand suddenly gripped Fang Shiming's wrist; the cold, stiff touch felt as if he were being held tightly by a corpse.

"He claimed to have solved the problem of vengeful ghosts, but instead burned an entire city to death."

A voice that did not belong to a living person rang out.

“Tell us how to fix the fire, and we can let you go back.”

The landlord and the warden suddenly felt a weight lift from the corpses behind them.

A supernatural clash occurred the instant the terrifying old woman in the Western-style dress grabbed Fang Shiming's wrist, resulting in Fang Shiming facing three captain-level supernatural beings alone.

At this moment, all four of them were unable to move, but if you looked closely, the landlord and the warden were slowly regaining their mobility.

Time ticked by, and the urgent silence seemed to beat heavily in everyone's hearts.

In the current situation, resuming operations even a second earlier could instantly reverse the entire battle.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at He Yin'er beside him.

"First, to rashly release ghosts into space based on a study whose results have not yet been predicted would have incalculable consequences if things got out of control."

His tone remained calm.

"Secondly, I'm curious about what made you so mistaken as to think that headquarters could be so easily infiltrated by you."

The landlord was taken aback.

"What's the meaning."

Wang Xiaoming looked up, his gaze falling on the apartment's gloomy, dilapidated ceiling. "You're going to die."

Buzz—buzz!!
A deep humming sound rose from afar, growing more urgent and piercing as it approached.

A cold, sinister sword light flashed across the sky.

It was a sinister and eerie longsword, flying in abruptly. It pierced diagonally into the air above the apartment.

吡！
The sword tip pierced the floor tiles of the apartment lobby, but the sound was not like steel piercing rock; instead, it was like piercing a piece of dead flesh, producing a muffled thud that sent chills down one's spine.

As the eerie longsword, emitting a series of buzzing sounds, landed, a figure slowly emerged.

He was a haggard and emaciated man, thin and with messy long hair covering half of his face, revealing only a pair of bloodshot eyes that were lifeless and indifferent.

The man's clothes were tattered, and his cloak was torn into pieces, with two faded characters still faintly discernible:
"justice"

Ye Zhen's figure exuded an eerie sense of incongruity under the dim light.

He drew his sword and stood up, holding it.

He raised his hand, the tip of his sword steadily pointing at the three of them.

"die."

The buzzing sound resumed, like a corpse that had been dead for many years suddenly letting out a terrifying roar, both explosive and muffled.

next second.

A cold, sinister sword light suddenly appeared before the three of them. It was almost an instinctive reaction.

The landlord shouted, "Run!"

However, as the black and yellow hues flashed by and the wind howled, that strange sense of slowness returned.

"Where are you looking?"

Fang Shiming's cold voice rang out without warning, and a pair of scissors silently pierced the landlord's head.

At the same time, the other two suddenly stopped, their faces stiffened instantly, followed by a bizarre and crazy twisting, as if they were being twisted into ropes and rolled and stretched.

The skin and flesh began to contract and entangle wildly, eventually twisting into a swirling vortex.

As a white dot slowly appeared, the vortex suddenly collapsed.

Three unrecognizable corpses lay on the ground.
Wang Xiaoming's gaze fell on the three corpses as he pondered a certain question.

Suddenly, Wang Xiaoming looked up.

"There's something wrong with this body!"

But it was too late; it was a book, inconspicuously covered by three twisted bodies of flesh.

The book prominently features portraits of the three members of the King's organization.

A strong stench of corpses suddenly filled the entire space.

The apartment environment suddenly distorted and changed, with all the doors abruptly turning into black iron bars.

The chains rattled and clanged, making a low, unsettling sound, as if countless corpses were slamming against the iron bars.

With a chilling crash, the surrounding walls gradually became covered with grayish-blue decay marks, from which blackish-red blood seeped out and flowed slowly.

A strange yellow wind slowly surged, protecting everyone within it.

Fang Shiming looked at the old water glass in He Yin'er's hand.

"How long will it take?"

“Almost.”

An aged figure beside He Yin'er was slowly becoming clearer.

No one gave them any time to catch their breath. A cold chain suddenly broke through the yellow wind and pierced straight in.

"We can't stop them. Those three are already dead. The ones attacking us now are ghosts."

(End of this chapter)