Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 69 First Battle (Part 4)

Ye Zhen glanced at the chains that had suddenly rushed in, then plunged his longsword into the ground. His body stiffened instantly, and lividity quickly appeared on his pale face.

As Ye Zhen's body changed, all the chains that reeked of corpses rushed towards him.

"Snapped!"

A chain suddenly pierced Ye Zhen's body, the sound dull like dead flesh hitting an iron plate.

Immediately afterwards, more chains surged in from all directions, frantically wrapping and tightening, the cold chains relentlessly coiling around Ye Zhen's body.

"Fang Shiming, I can't hold on for much longer."

Ye Zhen gripped the sword hilt stuck in the ground with his right hand, barely managing to keep his balance and avoid being dragged away by the chains.

A black and yellow wind suddenly surged out, blowing around Ye Zhen's body, helping him barely resist the first wave of attacks.

"You shielded us from all the attacks, you scapegoat."

In the prison, which had been transformed into an apartment-style building, a yellow wind slowly swirled, shooting straight up to the roof.

Just then, behind Ye Zhen, a dark and eerie Western-style dress slowly rose up and silently floated towards Ye Zhen.

"He Yin'er!"

Fang Shiming looked at the bizarre Western-style dress; the situation had reached its limit.

"Wait a little longer!" He Yin'er gripped the old water glass tightly with her fingers. The blurry figure beside her became more and more solid, but it still hadn't completely solidified.

At this moment, the resurrection of three captain-level kings after their deaths completely threw the balance of the battle off.

Especially that yellowed old book, which had portraits of three people drawn on it. Although the book's power was unclear, the current state of the three vengeful ghosts was clearly caused by it.

"We achieved the complementarity of the puzzle pieces thanks to that book," Wang Xiaoming said, looking at the book. Even now, he was still analyzing the situation before him.

"A relatively complete vengeful ghost..."

"Snap..." Wang Xiaoming lit three red candles, and the eerie green flames suddenly burst forth.

"Ten seconds..."

Wang Xiaoming calculated the time by watching the candle burn rapidly.

"That's enough." He Yin'er breathed a sigh of relief. Beside her, a phantom-like and eerie figure appeared.

It was an old man, lifeless and on his deathbed, standing there quietly, his dark eye sockets devoid of pupils, eerily observing his surroundings.

Through a medium, a long-dead soul reappears in this world.

The old man exuded an aura of decay, as if he had just been dug out of a long-sealed coffin; just standing there was enough to send chills down one's spine.

An aged voice rang out: "The spirit summoner of Taiping Ancient Town?"

He Yin'er immediately said, "The foreign ghost tamers have invaded our area. Help me deal with them."

"Foreign invasion?"

Before anyone could react, their vision suddenly went black, and the surrounding light vanished instantly. When the light came back on, the surroundings had completely changed.

The group stood on a seemingly endless graveyard, filled with countless mounds of varying heights, some topped with old tombstones. These mounds stretched out in a continuous expanse, forming a strange and eerie space.

An apartment-style prison stands tall atop the graves in front of them.

The next second, the grave mound sank, and the cold, stench-filled soil almost instantly covered the apartment-style prison, causing the building to plummet into this eerie graveyard.

Without a roar or a struggle, the entire building sank into the grave and disappeared completely.

Then an old grave suddenly appeared, neither too big nor too small, inconspicuous in this endless graveyard.

The old man turned stiffly and glanced at Ye Zhen and Fang Shiming.

He Yin'er immediately said, "They are my teammates."

"A promising young man"

As the old man's aged voice rang out, the endless graveyard slowly blurred, seemingly detached from reality.

As the eerie space filled with grave soil slowly dissipated, the old man's decaying figure also faded away, leaving only a single sentence that echoed faintly in the empty headquarters hall.

Abroad. Liu San kept looking back.

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

As Liu San and Yang Jian turned around, everyone stopped in their tracks.

Under the firelight, the crowd stood silently on the ruins, surrounded by raging flames and filled with a scorching heat.

The burning ruins crackled and popped, but no one made any unnecessary movements.

All the captains understood that the attack had begun, perhaps by the King's Organization, or perhaps by the vengeful spirits within these flames.

Time ticked by, and everyone waited in tacit agreement. In such a supernatural event, any unnecessary movement could invite an attack.

"No problem, we can proceed."

Wang Chaling nodded, and a lifeless figure slowly reappeared behind him.

"Liu San".

Yang Jian spoke, his tone calm and steady. This was the third time he had worked with Liu San.

Liu San responded tacitly, "Give me some time... This fire is very effective against my paper dolls..."

Without any fancy movements, in a single instant, six stiff-looking paper figures suddenly appeared on the path they had come from, each step precisely landing on the footprints of the group.

Liu San was simulating their recent route.

Wang Chaling's gaze fell on the several yellowish-brown paper figures, lost in thought.

"Li Jun, there were a few of us at headquarters."

"Five," Li Jun paused, then continued, "No... six?"

"That's right, there's one of us who, if we don't see him, we'll forget he exists."

Wang Chaling thought for a moment and then asked again, seemingly wanting to confirm a certain detail.

"On the plane."

"Six, is there a problem?"

"There's one more..."

The air grew even more stuffy.

Shen Lin already held an axe in his hand, coldly surveying the crowd.

"Wait." Li Jun immediately stepped in front of Shen Lin upon seeing this.

"Get out of the way." Shen Lin stared coldly into Li Jun's eyes.

“From the moment we crossed the border, one person mingled with us, which is why you remember it so clearly.”

The axe blade had already been slightly raised.

"But he was unaware of the fact about someone we ourselves could not even remember."

At this moment, Liu San spoke up: "Yes... I have to admit that it was well hidden, but being too perfect has revealed its flaws."

Four stiff paper figures had gathered around Liu San at some point.

"The one on the left!"

Shen Lin suddenly swung his axe to his left.

Almost simultaneously, a dark, headless ghostly figure locked onto that person.

"later!"

Just as Shen Lin made his move, Li Jun saw a pale hand suddenly emerge from the shadow behind Shen Lin, holding a blood-red dagger, aimed straight at Shen Lin's spine!
Shen Lin ignored him completely, only exchanging a glance with Li Jun, and continued to slash at the person on his left with his axe.

A dark green will-o'-the-wisp shot out quickly, and Li Jun stepped forward, standing back to back with Shen Lin.

(End of this chapter)