Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 7 Out of Control (Part 7)

A young man wearing a cloak and carrying a sword walked at the front of the group. Behind him was a man whose body was half-burnt but who still had a cigarette in his mouth. Beside the man was a pale-skinned woman with blood-red makeup. A young man who kept his head down playing games on an old-fashioned mobile phone and a emaciated man with bloodshot eyes walked at the back of the group.
"Su Fan, can your crappy game even hold up? After you take care of Ghost Painting, come to Dahai City. I'll give you a top-of-the-line computer!"

Ye Zhen walked at the front of the group, looking left and right, as if this had always been his way of searching for ghosts.

The entire ghost world stopped operating just now, and the whole gray world was so still that there wasn't even a breeze.

"Go left, something fell down over there." Su Fan hadn't even looked where he was going, his eyes glued to the old-fashioned phone in his hand.

"It seems to be the person in charge at headquarters." Ah Hong looked at the intermittently flashing green dot on the satellite phone.

They had only taken a few steps when suddenly the ground in the distance, along with the densely packed high-rise buildings on both sides, seemed to be slowly folded towards Ye Zhen and the others as if by some unknown supernatural force.

A suffocating atmosphere permeated the gray world, the entire ghostly world folded into a closed rectangle, as if a coffin had locked everyone inside.

"The ghost painting has changed; looking at its shape, it's hard not to suspect that it's due to the ghost messengers."

Shen Lin and Wang Chaling walked side by side in this eerie gray-white world.

"Huh? That is?"

Wang Chaling looked up at the sky above him. Three black dots suddenly appeared in the sky. From Wang Chaling's perspective, the three black dots seemed to be rising rapidly. Then, a cloud of black smoke suddenly appeared, enveloping the three black dots and landing steadily on the ground far above his head.

Shen Lin looked at the satellite phone in his hand.

"The positioning system is not very useful in this terrain. We need to find another way to contact other people. Let's go. This distance is too far. Even if there is a ghost realm in the Ghost Painting, we can't get through."

"Communications were disrupted, and we could only receive intermittent location signals with difficulty."

Tong Qian is trying to contact other people using a satellite phone.

“My ghost eyes are restricted here, Li Leping. Can your ghost domain cross this distance here?”

Yang Jian stared at two slowly moving black dots in the distance above him, deep in thought.

"I can't do it. The demon within me is suppressed here, but this is good news for me."

Li Leping had fully regained consciousness. However, five faint black finger marks could be seen on his right cheek.

"Follow those two things and move in the same direction."

After saying that, Yang Jian and the other two followed two barely visible black dots in the distance above them and began to move in the same direction.

A pitch-black coffin hangs in the very center of this ghostly world.

"That's a ghost coffin. Less than two minutes later, the ghost painting changed again."

Fang Shiming held a pair of scissors. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on the ghost coffin in the air.

The satellite phone in Li Jun's hand suddenly beeped, and Wang Xiaoming's voice came from it.

"Li Jun, no matter what you hear next, don't respond. Just listen to me carefully."

"Li Jun! Can you hear me! Come save us! Headquarters has fallen!"

"The makeup box in Ah Hong's hand is contaminated with the medium from the hungry ghost, but the scissors in Fang Shiming's hand can sever the weak connection between the hungry ghost and the makeup box..."

"Li Jun! Why aren't you saying anything! Aren't you a soldier? Soldiers are supposed to absolutely obey orders! Answer me immediately!"

"After that, have Ah Hong draw a doorway inside the ghost drawing. The doorknob in your hand should still work. Although you can't get out, you should be able to move around inside the ghost drawing."

"Hehehe, Li Jun! You're all going to die inside!"

The phone call was suddenly disconnected.

"What's going on? Has Wang Xiaoming gone crazy from fright?" Ye Zhen, who was listening from the side, was completely confused.

Fang Shiming looked at the scissors in his hand, pondering Wang Xiaoming's phone call just now.

"The reason you were able to contact us across the ghostly realm of the Ghost Painting is because you used some supernatural item. If you had answered just now, you would have been attacked by the ghost immediately."

Headquarters.

Wang Xiaoming sat in front of an old-fashioned hand-cranked telephone. Behind the telephone was a thin thread resembling human intestines, the other end of which was connected to the mouth of a woman who had long since died.

Tears welled up in Liu Xiaoyu's eyes. In a short call of less than twenty seconds, three staff members had lost their lives, and Liu Xiaoyu didn't even know their names.

These people all volunteered to complete this communication task. Liu Xiaoyu remembered the look in their eyes two minutes ago. It wasn't fear of death or the supernatural, it was courage!

There was no fear of death, no fear of the supernatural; it was as if the inevitable death from the supernatural was insignificant to them. They resolutely picked up the telephone cord and inserted it into their mouths.

Liu Xiaoyu silently wiped away her tears, picked up her headphones, and began assisting the person in charge in dealing with the out-of-control vengeful ghosts in Dajing.

This time, however, her eyes no longer held the fear of the past; instead, they held an emotion called courage.

Just as Li Jun was about to say something, Fang Shiming waved his hand to interrupt him.

"No need to say more, I, Fang Shiming, am not the kind of fool who can't tell the situation apart. I will do my best in this situation." Fang Shiming pointed the scissors at the makeup box in Ah Hong's hand.

"Ah Hong, open it."

"Thank you." Ah Hong took out the gold-plated makeup box from her bag and opened it. Inside the makeup box, there was a mirror embedded in the top and several small compartments below that held different colors of paint.

Fang Shiming took off his gloves, picked up the old scissors covered in black hair, and gently touched the makeup box.

The surrounding environment immediately darkened, but it seemed to be suppressed in this ghostly world. The surrounding environment flickered between light and dark, and a dripping sound suddenly rang in his ears. Fang Shiming could smell a rotten and foul odor, mixed with a strong smell of blood.

Without hesitation, Fang Shiming made a cut in the air at a certain part of the makeup box, as if nothing had happened. Only Ye Zhen frowned and stared at the scissors in silence.

"Alright, now it's your turn."

Upon hearing this, Ah Hong immediately took her makeup box and began applying it to a wall by the roadside, acting as if she were avoiding some kind of supernatural phenomenon.

Yang Jian looked at the red gate that suddenly appeared beside him, and a dark shadow instantly covered it.

"Li Leping! Make your move!"

"Yang Jian! Stop!" Before the ghostly figure could get close, a flash of green fire passed through the doorway, and Li Jun, whose body was half-burnt, walked out from behind the door.

Several men and women with unusual appearances walked out from behind the door.

Ye Zhen stood with his hands behind his back, a bamboo hat slightly obscuring his brows, looking at Yang Jian with a sigh.

"So you're Ghost-Eyed Yang Jian? Interesting."

"Do we know each other?" Yang Jian asked, looking at the strangely dressed and behaving young man in front of him.

Are there people in charge at headquarters who enjoy cosplay?
After a brief exchange, everyone got to know each other.

Fang Shiming seemed very interested in Tong Qian's three faces, and deliberately walked to the side to observe the two ghost faces.

Tong Qian looked at Fang Shiming with some embarrassment.

"Why are you staring at me like that? Is something the matter?"

"I'm just curious about the way you control ghosts. Maybe we can chat on WeChat sometime. I think we can become friends."

After Fang Shiming finished speaking, he didn't look at Tong Qian again, but just frowned, seemingly deep in thought.

'An outlier? Another path? If I had met this person sooner, perhaps my plan would have had a better solution...'

Ye Zhen seemed very interested in Li Leping, walking beside him and muttering incomprehensible things like "sparring" and "invincible".

Li Leping seemed annoyed by Ye Zhen's pestering, so he closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep, stiffly following behind Li Jun.

"Li Jun, it's time."

Yang Jian looked at the two black dots in the distance above his head. The two black dots seemed to have noticed the situation here as well and had stopped moving.

A wooden doorknob, painted red, exuded an eerie aura.

Li Jun placed the doorknob on the door drawn by Ah Hong and gently pushed it.

Behind the door stood a man with a severed arm and rotting body, next to him a young man dressed in casual clothes whose figure looked unreal.

"Wang Chaling?" Li Jun called out Wang Chaling's name with some hesitation.

"It's me, you're too late..." Wang Chaling's pale face showed no emotion.

"Support from headquarters, everyone. Let me introduce myself. My name is Shen Lin." Shen Lin greeted Yang Jian and the others with a smile.

Li Leping walked over to Wang Chaling.

"What happened to your hand? And your current condition seems..."

Li Leping and Wang Chaling had met several times at headquarters. Unlike his previous gentle and refined image, Wang Chaling now seemed like a corpse.

"Just now, Shen Lin, Zhou Zheng, and I were attacked by starving ghosts, but we survived without serious injury. However, now..."

"and many more!!!"

Yang Jian's eyelids twitched upon hearing Wang Chaling's words.

"Wang Chaling! There is no Zhou Zheng! Zhou Zheng died in the ghost baby incident! The starving ghost is what he released after his vengeful spirit revived!"

Before Yang Jian could finish speaking, the ghostly figure enveloped Shen Lin and Wang Chaling, but it seemed unable to lock onto Shen Lin's body. Shen Lin stood still, his brows furrowed.

"I'm not a ghost... A starving ghost just ate part of my body! Everyone be careful!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a memory that did not belong to them surfaced in everyone's minds. In the memory, a dark blue figure stood eerily behind them.

The next second, the figure suddenly split open its jaw, revealing a mouthful of dark, ferocious teeth, and attacked Tong Qian, who was closest to it.
(End of this chapter)