Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 90 The Squad (Part 5)

"Don't believe it! Lock it up immediately!"

Cao Yang immediately spoke, his eyes fixed on the corpse, his hands holding the body bag, ready to put it over the body at any moment.

Zhang Han raised his hand to stop Cao Yang and said, "Wait a minute. Although my actions were indeed inappropriate, I still want to confirm one thing: if anything goes wrong, I will take responsibility. If we can detain him once, we can do it again."

Zhang Han knew he wasn't particularly clever, and was even a bit stubborn, but while following Yang Jian in handling supernatural events, he gradually developed his own way of thinking when facing vengeful ghosts.

This is a kind of growth, a growth between life and death, following in Yang Jian's footsteps.

Text began to appear on the newspaper, as if responding to Zhang Han. But a closer look revealed that this was some kind of pre-arranged medium, triggered by Zhang Han's question.

"My name is Zhao Lei, and I am Yang Jian's classmate."

"I'm trying to find an alternative way to control ghosts."

The plan failed.

"Yang Jian took the newspaper, but his action inadvertently helped me complete the most difficult part..."

"I succeeded... My memories have taken control of this broken, vengeful ghost."

"But the newspapers are also invading me."

"My consciousness is being gradually erased..."

"Fortunately, I found the ghost, but the tattered newspaper couldn't completely suppress it..."

"I can't contact Yang Jian. Whoever sees this message, please help me find Yang Jian and save me..."

The text ended there. Zhang Han stared at the newspaper in thought. He had guessed correctly. So far, no two supernatural items had appeared that were exactly the same. This newspaper was indeed about the ghost that Yang Jian had encountered at the Caesars Hotel.

It now appears that the man named Zhao Lei was trapped inside this half-torn newspaper. Although it seems incredible, the supernatural is always like this and cannot be understood by common sense.

Zhang Han continued to ask:

"What is the pattern of this ghost's killings? How much control can you have over this ghost right now?"

Another passage quickly appeared on the newspaper.

"Once it's seen, it will keep appearing in the field of vision..."

"As time goes by, the face will gradually become complete."

"You will die when you see its face completely."

"Even with the newspaper, I can only keep it at half-face size..."

Tear--!
Suddenly, the newspaper bulged open, and a hideous human face struggled to emerge from within.

The human face opened its mouth wide, emitting a deep, muffled growl.

"Save me! Find Yang Jian and help me..."

The sound abruptly stopped, the newspaper writhed violently, and finally, the face slowly disappeared, leaving only a strange line of text on the newspaper.

"That three-faced woman, her body... is mine." Everyone turned to look at Tong Qian. Except for Cao Yang, everyone else knew that Tong Qian's body was not her own, but they did not expect that the original owner was actually Yang Jian's classmate.

Tong Qian had her head down, so her expression was obscured, and it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Just as everyone's attention was focused on Tong Qian's body, a pungent smell of rotting frozen meat from the refrigerator suddenly filled the air.

A pale white expanse spread visibly along the footprints behind Cao Yang.

Xiong Wen immediately pointed to the footprints next to Cao Yang and shouted, "You're on the left! Run!"

Cao Yang was startled, but he did as he was told without hesitation. His figure disappeared from the spot in an instant. The next second after he disappeared, a emaciated corpse that looked as if it would fall over with a gust of wind stood silently on the snow where he had just been standing.

His skin was pale and cracked, and his eye sockets were sunken, as if he had been completely frozen by extreme cold, and even his decomposition after death had been forcibly stopped.

At the feet of the corpse, a patch of blackish-yellow soil slowly swelled up—the soil from Feng Quan's grave. He had been observing his surroundings the whole time. As a veteran leader at headquarters, he had long since developed the habit of being ready to use the power of vengeful spirits at any time when faced with paranormal events.

The soil undulated slowly, as if something was about to surge out from the ground and extend up the corpse's ankles.

However, the moment the grave soil came into contact with the corpse, countless cracks immediately appeared on the surface of the soil, which then collapsed, peeled off, and crumbled into a patch of frozen soil.

Feng Quan looked at the scattered clods of earth on the ground with great surprise in his eyes. Although these grave mounds were not the vengeful ghosts themselves, they were derivatives of a ghost realm. However, he did not expect that he could not even touch this corpse.

"Completely uncontrollable..."

Upon seeing this, Cao Yang immediately activated his own Ghost Domain.

Footprints, a series of eerie footprints, appeared out of nowhere on the snow, gradually approaching the feet of the group with the sound of footsteps.

This is Cao Yang's ghost domain. Instead of continuing to retreat, he used his ghost domain to cover everyone.

Since he couldn't escape the attack, he decided to figure out the ghost's killing patterns while he was here.

As the group entered Cao Yang's ghost realm, the corpse seemed to have lost its target and fell into a brief silence, remaining stiff and motionless in place.

However, the ghosts invaded through the footprints scattered on the ground, and within Cao Yang's ghost realm, the faint, pale white light became increasingly clear.

Cao Yang's face was solemn. This ghost's characteristics were similar to suppression, but not quite. The vengeful spirit inside him was as if it had been frozen. Although he could still sense it, he couldn't use it.

"Damn it... If Shen Lin were here, this kind of suppression would have no effect on him at all. This ghost seems to be extremely dangerous, but in reality, its terror level doesn't even reach S-rank; it's at most hovering around A-rank..."

The invasion continues, and white is gradually encroaching on this space covered by the ghost realm.

Everyone knew this situation wouldn't last long, and the recent attack through the footprints was the best proof of that.

Zhang Han looked out of the ghost realm. The ground was covered with frozen and cracked grave soil. He looked thoughtful. The suppression of this vengeful ghost was different from the absolute quantity suppression of the ghost messengers. It was a gradual process until the vengeful ghost in his body was completely "frozen" by it, but he could still feel the presence of the vengeful ghost in his body.

In that instant, he thought of a solution: if he placed a ghost-controlling cultivator who was about to awaken within the ghost's domain, and then used something to restrict the ghost's activities, could he stop this escalating cycle of awakening?
The idea flashed through his mind, but it should be theoretically feasible. Now he was going to experiment. Although it was dangerous, this was always the way to deal with vengeful spirits: live for death. If one was not prepared to die, one could not survive for long under the influence of vengeful spirits.

Without further hesitation, Zhang Han lifted his foot and stepped out of the Ghost Realm.

Upon seeing this, Tong Qian immediately said, "Zhang Han! What are you doing?! Come back!"

(End of this chapter)