Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 97 The Squad (Part 10)

However, just as Zhang Han was about to leave.

The shrill laughter that had been swirling around everyone's ears suddenly intensified, as if someone were holding a megaphone and screaming wildly against their eardrums, a mixture of crying and laughing.

Everyone immediately turned around to look. It was Tong Qian, standing there with her head down, her expression unreadable.

But those two eerie faces, hanging on either side of her head, were clearly visible, emitting chilling cries and laughter.

At her feet lay a corpse, its face covered by half a yellowed old newspaper, lying quietly.

"Tong Qian! Don't do anything foolish!"

Zhang Han immediately spoke up to stop Tong Qian. He had guessed what Tong Qian was going to do at a glance, but having already lost one team member, he absolutely could not allow anyone else to die.

"I know."

Tong Qian's voice was very calm at this moment, as if she had prepared for a decision that should have been made long ago.

"The one Yang Jian wanted to save was never me..."

She raised her head and looked at Zhang Han.

"You all think I'm a burden, right? A saintly, overly kind person..."

"I know, I know, that's just who I am, but..."

She slowly scanned the crowd, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, and suddenly shouted loudly, as if she had been suppressing her emotions for a long time.

"But I just hope! To save the desperate people in this desperate world!"

Then her voice deflated, and she murmured softly:
"Even if it only emits a faint glimmer of light, that will be enough..."

Perhaps it was a fleeting thought before her death, but Tong Qian's mind drifted back to a conversation she had with Yang Jian.

"So, this body of mine originally belonged to your classmate?"

Tong Qian stood in the room holding a stack of records, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Yes."

His scarlet eyes slowly moved as Yang Jian looked at a book: "Research and Exploration of Vengeful Ghosts".

"I was planning to save Zhao Lei, but unfortunately his face is missing."

Yang Jian looked up at Tong Qian, his tone remaining calm.
"Your existence is merely an experiment for me with vengeful spirits, so don't have too high expectations of me."

Tong Qian was stunned after hearing this, and stood there in silence.

Yang Jian ignored her and continued to quietly look at the book in front of him.

After a long silence, Tong Qian spoke:
"That's right... why did you choose to save me..."

Looking at the report she had read more than a dozen times, Tong Qian realized that she was far inferior to the man named Zhao Lei in the report in terms of his keen sense of ghosts, courage, and even his bold exploration of the supernatural.

"If Zhao Lei's face were found now, would you choose to kill me to save him?"

Yang Jian didn't even lift his eyelids, and answered decisively, "No."

"Why?! Clearly..."

“Your existence is a fact. I won’t kill someone for a dead person. Even if I found his face, I would only choose other methods to save him, let alone now that his face is missing.”

Tong Qian opened her mouth, but didn't know what else to say. Yang Jian's personality had always been like this; he would never deprive others of their right to live just because someone was more beneficial to him.

Yang Jian never cared about life or death; he simply left the choice to them.

Tong Qian stood there, lost in thought for a long time, the only sound in the room being Yang Jian turning the pages of a book.

Finally, she left in silence with the record in her hand.

Tong Qian squatted down and gently peeled the newspaper off the corpse's face.

The laughter and crying in the space suddenly intensified, so much so that everything around them began to shake.

Without the slightest hesitation, she covered her face with the newspaper. "Wait!"

Zhang Han's eyes were bloodshot, his voice was almost hoarse, and he reached out to stop Tong Qian, but his movements were restricted by the frantically echoing sound, and he stood stiffly in place, unable to move.

Just as the newspaper was about to completely cover her face, Tong Qian's voice rang out again. Her eyes could still be vaguely seen, as if she were speaking to Zhang Han, or as if she were speaking to someone else.

"Rescue Xiong Wenwen, live on, you must live on..."

Then her voice abruptly stopped.

In an instant, all the laughter and crying stopped abruptly.

The whole world fell into a brief silence; even the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Then, a man's face, blurry and distorted, slowly emerged from the newspaper.

Bizarre, terrifying.

The moment the sound stopped, Zhang Han rushed to Tong Qian's side, gripping the newspaper tightly with both hands and tearing it apart forcefully.

"Can't tear it off?!"

The tattered newspaper seemed to take root on Tong Qian's face, clinging tightly to her skin and gradually merging with it.

"help!"

Zhang Han suddenly turned his head and looked at Liu San and Cao Yang.

Liu San stared at the three strange faces.

"Don't waste your energy. Can't you tell she's trying to commit suicide? Instead, let's think about how to bring that newspaper back to consciousness."

Liu San had a very sharp eye. When another face appeared in the newspaper, he confirmed that there was another living person's consciousness in the newspaper.

After saying that, Liu San suddenly reached out and stabbed into the robot's chest cavity.

Inside the hollow machine, beneath the original quilt cover, lay a pool of eerie, yellowish-brown bodily fluid, condensed and lingering between the mechanical parts.

With a forceful grab, Liu San pulled out the corpse fluid, along with the mechanical parts.

Looking at the murky corpse water in his hand, Liu San frowned slightly. This stuff actually gave him the illusion of facing the Ghost Lake for a moment.

"Hope this helps..."

Just then, the faint bluish-purple color around them suddenly surged, becoming viscous as if it had been splashed, quickly covering the surrounding environment, and the whole world was stained with a layer of bluish-purple.

The atmosphere was oppressive and stifling; the cold, putrid stench of decay was rapidly spreading through the air.

In that photo, the outline of the body holding Xiong Wenwen quickly blurred and became transparent.

The supernatural is out of balance...
A thin, pale white mist filled the air. On the ground, the grave soil was slowly burying the unconscious Huang Ziya, and black hair covered with bits of flesh was crawling into her body from her ears, nose, and mouth.

Feng Quan squatted down with difficulty, his condition already at its limit.

The attack, which happened just a moment ago, caused their condition to deteriorate rapidly.

Liu San looked around and said
"Hurry, although I don't care, you're going to die here."

Cao Yang had already appeared beside Zhang Han with the corpse fluid.

"How to do."

Liu San spread his hands.

"I don't know, but Wang Xiaoming soaked the quilt directly in the corpse water. Why don't you just pour it on?"

After hearing this, Zhang Han and Cao Yang simultaneously glared at Liu San, their eyes seeming to want to devour him.

"Don't look at me like that. Any supernatural phenomenon is extremely dangerous. These two faces are almost perfect. I can only do my best to help. Don't blame me if you kill someone."

(End of this chapter)