Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 89 The Squad (Part 4)

"no problem."

Zhang Han nodded.

"As long as it doesn't involve using people as bait, we will cooperate with your operation."

Cao Yang took a gold-plated body bag from the backpack on the bed and said to everyone:

"Don't worry about that. I'll handle the summoning of the ghost. You just need to lie in ambush from the side."

Outside the building, thick fog filled the air. Feng Quan's Ghost Domain was extremely useful in such an open area, especially in finding people. Any disturbance in the fog would be immediately noticed by others.

White mist billowed, mixed with a faint stench of corpses. Cao Yang stood quietly on the snow, patiently waiting for the ghost to appear.

Suddenly, at the building's exit, half a deathly pale, stiff face appeared beside the door frame.

Strangely, even through layers of fog, Cao Yang could still clearly see half of that pale face, hanging on the head at an odd angle.

It looked as if it had just been randomly pasted there, lifeless.

"Do it!"

Zhang Han's voice came from the side.

Immediately, a plaintive cry rang out and quickly spread.

A series of bare footprints shot out at near-instantaneous speed, and Cao Yang's figure immediately disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already standing behind the corpse whose face was half covered by newspaper.

The ground beneath the corpse's feet had somehow turned into a puddle of mud.

On the putrid yellow earth, a clear set of footprints was clearly imprinted, perfectly overlapping with the footprints of the corpse.

Immediately afterwards, a tangled mass of long, black hair burst forth from the thick fog behind, growing wildly and quickly covering the corpse, leaving only a tattered piece of newspaper exposed.

"No! I can't hold on for much longer!"

Huang Ziya looked at the rapidly falling black hair and spoke with difficulty.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Han's nape twitched slightly, and a hideous tattoo suddenly disappeared into his black hair. With Zhang Han's intervention, the jet-black hair instantly tightened, tightly wrapping the corpse.

"successful"

Cao Yang looked at the corpse that was being held down and couldn't move, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now you know how powerful your bear dad is, right?!"

Xiong Wenwen jumped out from behind Feng Shenquan, arrogantly putting her hands on her hips and pointing.
"What does it mean to catch ghosts without taking damage!"

Cao Yang glanced at Xiong Wenwen and had to admit that the child's abilities were almost cheating.

Predicting the future, with proper tactics, it is possible to imprison vengeful spirits with zero casualties in most cases.

Cao Yang picked up a gold-lined body bag, preparing to put it over the corpse.

At that moment, Xiong Wenwen's face showed a look of terror, and she shouted loudly:

"I'm dying!"

He called out and pointed to the snow outside the door, but there was nothing there.

"There's a ghost outside the door! There's a ghost outside the door!"

Everyone looked in the direction Xiong Wenwen was pointing.

In the vast expanse of white snow, a sinister and eerie corpse stood starkly.

The corpse stood there abruptly in the pale white snow, completely still.

The wind and snow suddenly rushed into the building, carrying a strong stench of corpses that made everyone almost unable to move. Cao Yang was the first to react. His feet made a chilling stomping sound, as if someone was rapidly pacing in place. The footprints on the ground began to overlap, and the color of the footprints grew darker and darker until they became completely black.

The next second, the sound abruptly stopped, and the entire building was instantly covered with a dense array of bare footprints.

Invisible footprints appeared on the floor, walls, ceiling, and even in the air, so dense they were terrifying.

Then a hideous tattoo flashed into everyone's view.

The tattoo on Zhang Han's back suddenly bulged up, and as the flesh writhed, a skinless corpse covered in blood stood up from behind Zhang Han.

Without any warning, the figure standing in the snow suddenly appeared behind Xiong Wenwen.

It was a pale, withered corpse, stiffly opening its arms as if to embrace Xiong Wenwen.

As the corpse appeared, the surrounding environment rapidly faded in color, becoming covered with a faint, deathly white.

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed throughout the building, as if thousands of corpses were stamping their feet in place, a series of footprints rapidly advancing along the ceiling towards the suddenly appearing bodies.

At the same time, the blood-soaked figure behind Zhang Han suddenly lunged out and pressed down hard on the corpse's shoulder.

Even so, the outstretched arms continued to move towards Xiong Wenwen, and although the speed of movement was extremely slow, the attack continued.
Xiong Wenwen was completely unable to move at this moment and could only watch helplessly as those cold arms surrounded him.

All of this happened so fast that, apart from Zhang Han and Cao Yang, the rest of the people had no time to react.

Before Zhang Han could even speak...

The corpse behind him, wrapped in black hair, suddenly began to convulse violently. Underneath the newspaper, something seemed to be wriggling, and the newspaper slowly bulged up, becoming clearer and clearer.

It was half a man's face, protruding from the newspaper, its mouth agape in pain, as if desperately struggling to break free of the paper. The black hair covering its face was rapidly falling off and scattering on the ground.

In that instant, on the other half of the stiff face, the eyes that had been lowered suddenly turned sharply.

He stared intently at the pale corpse behind Xiong Wenwen. A hoarse voice came from the newspaper.

"run"

Without time to think, Cao Yang turned his head and glanced at the face in the newspaper.

A chilling sound immediately came from beneath one's feet, as if countless bare feet were rapidly stomping on the floor at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, with the sound of stomping, the footprints around quickly gathered and covered the ground beneath everyone's feet.

The moment their footprints overlapped, they vanished from the spot.
On this snow-covered land, footprints stretched wildly, leaving a trail of black afterimages as they rapidly advanced into the distance.

"Ghostland?"

Zhang Han looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, but he was all too familiar with this sudden sense of displacement.

Aside from the Ghost Realm, he didn't know of any other way to instantly teleport everyone's location to such a great distance.

However, Cao Yang's ghost realm was completely different from what he knew. It did not completely cover the entire space, but rather moved based on the location of the footprints, using footprints as a medium.
"It's strange, isn't it..."

Cao Yang seemed to know what Zhang Han was thinking.

"But the fact is that the 'rules' we discover when facing vengeful ghosts cannot be regarded as 'common sense'."

After Cao Yang finished speaking, he fell silent.

Zhang Han didn't press further; every ghost tamer has their own secrets.

He turned to look at the corpse. The half-face seemed to still possess the consciousness of a living person. If it hadn't been for its assistance to Zhang Han and Cao Yang at the last moment, Xiong Wenwen would probably be in grave danger by now.

The entire corpse was covered by Huang Ziya's black hair, leaving only half a tattered newspaper on which a male face was faintly visible.

After a brief silence, Zhang Han spoke:

You only have one minute to explain.

(End of this chapter)