Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 82 First Battle (18)
Black flames burned wildly on Yang Jian's body. Strangely, these black flames seemed to only burn supernatural things; Yang Jian's clothes and hair remained intact and were not burned.

The yellow paper quickly rose up from Yang Jian's feet. The black fire did not attack Liu San; he wanted to help Yang Jian slow down the spread of the black fire.

However, the yellow paper was immediately burned to ashes upon contact with the black fire. The wrinkled yellow paper was consumed rapidly, unable to keep up with the speed at which the black fire covered it.

Just then, the same black flames ignited on the densely packed paper figures behind Liu San, as if the fire was invading back through the yellow paper.

Two deathly figures appeared behind Yang Jian. They were Wang Chaling's grandparents, whose level of terror was extremely high. They slowly raised their hands, about to grab Yang Jian.

Liu San immediately said, "Don't touch it! This fire will invade through supernatural means!"

But it was too late. The two terrifying old men suddenly grabbed Yang Jian's shoulders, and the black flames there began to disappear rapidly, showing signs of being suppressed.

A hint of surprise flashed across Liu San's face when he saw this, but there was no time to hesitate now. He no longer held back and covered Yang Jian's face with a yellowed and blackened square of paper.

With the combined efforts of Wang Chaling and Liu San, half of the black fire dissipated in an instant, but Yang Jian's lower body was still being attacked.

Yang Jian had been trying to unleash his Ghost Domain, but no matter what he did, his Ghost Domain would disappear the moment it overflowed his body. It wasn't that it was being suppressed or restarted, but rather that it was as if he had never chosen to unleash his Ghost Domain at all.

Immediately afterwards, in his memory, a cold axe light suddenly cleaved out from the depths of his mind, and the light and shadow in front of Yang Jian's eyes quickly blurred.

Then, an ordinary-looking man suddenly appeared in their memories, as if he had always been there, only now being observed by everyone.

"Li Leping?"

Shen Lin looked at Li Leping who suddenly appeared and only had time to express his surprise. This captain had been hiding ever since everyone landed on the moon. If he hadn't shown himself, perhaps no one would have ever remembered that such a person existed.

With Li Leping's appearance, the acrid smell of burning corpses permeated my memory.

Yang Jian couldn't quite remember what had just happened. He looked at everyone with a blank expression in his eyes, then looked down at his body. The black flames had disappeared.

Under the combined suppression of several team leaders, Yang Jian's body returned to normal, and he stood up again with a solemn expression.

But before everyone could recover from their shock...

People's memories began to change.

That cold, eerie black fire suddenly reappeared, but this time it appeared in Yang Jian's memory.

It seems that because of Shen Lin and Li Leping, the location where the black flames appeared changed into Yang Jian's memory.

In my memory, hordes of vicious dogs were charging madly toward the rapidly expanding black flames.

Tear, devour.

But the black fire seemed endless, showing no signs of weakening; on the contrary, it burned even more fiercely.

This is a confrontation between two supernatural forces.

A tiny black flame ignited on the body of the first vicious dog.

Then, the second, the third
All the vicious dogs were covered by that absolute blackness.

The supernatural is out of balance and being suppressed. In the struggle against that black flame, the ghost dream is gradually losing ground.

Behind Zhang Jun's body, a shriveled corpse was pressed tightly against it.

It appears that the King's organization used some method to confine the body to this location, but that's all.

"Li Leping".

Liu San looked at Li Leping and said, "At this point, it's obvious who the coffin will be nailed to."

From the moment they started watching, Wang Chaling and Liu San never took their eyes off Li Leping; this was the only way they could make sure they remembered him.

“I’ve already tried it.” Li Leping took out a coffin nail.

"But I failed. I don't remember how many times I tried..."

Li Leping paused.

"I don't even remember how I got here..."

Just as Li Leping was speaking, a wildly leaping black flame suddenly ignited on his face.

It was cold and deathly silent.

The attack against him began.

The next moment, Li Leping's figure blurred for a few seconds, like a phantom blown away by the wind.

Then, the illusory figure solidified again, appearing perfectly intact before everyone.

Li Leping remained silent, seemingly lost in thought, as he handed a coffin nail to Shen Lin.

"I'm no longer in a suitable state to hold this coffin nail. I can't forget the intrusion I suffered..."

Shen Lin glanced at the rusty coffin nail, and without any hesitation, plunged it straight into the shriveled corpse.

The next second, something strange happened again. Shen Lin's actions seemed to have never begun.

Then, black flames suddenly appeared and burned wildly in the hand that Shen Lin was holding the coffin nail, as if they had always been there.

As if on instinct, Shen Lin raised his axe and chopped down on his right hand.

The severed arm slowly fell onto the lunar surface. The black flames did not continue to spread, but instead burned quietly on the severed arm.

Dismemberment—this is Shen Lin's supernatural dismemberment of himself.

Although the black fire is eerie and incomprehensible, it still follows the essence of a vengeful ghost.

The part of Shen Lin that was separated from his own spirit was still a vengeful ghost, and at the moment of dismemberment, it became a different piece from Shen Lin.

Unlike the Ghost Master, the Blackfire could not continue attacking someone who had not triggered the killing pattern.

"Will any action taken against it be subject to attack...?"

Shen Lin stared at the burning severed arm, his tone completely calm, as if he had not severed his own arm, but some insignificant thing.

Wang Chaling then turned to look at Yang Jian, where black flames flickered intermittently on Yang Jian's body.

"Yang Jian can't hold out much longer. We need to find other ways to contain that black fire."

At this moment, Li Leping took out an old telephone from his pocket, which was shaped like a walkie-talkie.

"Wang Xiaoming, the moment you spoke of has arrived. Yang Jian is about to die."

Headquarters.

Wang Xiaoming and Cao Yanhua sat at the front of the conference table, while a group of staff members crowded the entire conference room.

On the table sat an old, hand-cranked telephone. From the end of the telephone, a long, thin black wire meandered out, like the rotting intestines of a human, emitting a faint stench of decay.

The other end of the thin thread was deeply inserted into the throat of a worker.

The moment Wang Xiaoming picked up the phone receiver, the staff member's face immediately turned deathly pale, and patches of lividity quickly appeared on his skin.

(End of this chapter)