Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 1 Out of Control (Part 1)

"Li Jun, we can't hold on much longer. The Ghost Painting has undergone an unknown upheaval, and the Ghost Messengers seem to have gone out of control. We could die here at any moment."

The woman named Ah Hong touched up her makeup while keeping a wary eye on her surroundings.

At this moment, the team was in a delicate balance between the ghost painting and the ghost messenger, but this balance seemed unlikely to last long, as the surrounding gray mist was slowly closing in on them.

Ah Hong wasn't putting on makeup for herself, but for Liu San's corpses. She spread the paper figures on the ground as a canvas and tried to recreate what the place looked like at the beginning.

But this didn't seem to last long; soon the paint on the corpse, along with the corpse itself, turned into patches of grayish condensation.

After all, Ah Hong's makeup box was meant for the dead, but now, thanks to the lingering supernatural power of Liu San's paper doll corpse, it was being used as paint.

"We can't just sit here and wait to die."

A sallow-faced man sat on a pile of tattered paper figures.

"I've almost run out of my paper dolls in this ghost painting, and many others have lost contact with me. I don't really care, but if you guys don't come up with a solution soon, you're really going to be in trouble here."

Liu San looked indifferent, as if none of this concerned him.

"Da da da da da..."

Su Fan stood there frantically pressing the keys on his phone, the sound of the rapid, loud tapping audible to those nearby.

He stared at the screen, muttering to himself, "He's going to die...he's dead again..."

Li Jun squatted to one side, the ground littered with cigarette butts, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, lost in thought.

Suddenly, without any warning, the group was enveloped in a gray and white world.

Liu San's expression changed.

"What's going on?! Why did the ghost painting suddenly change? Did it suppress the ghost messenger in the battle?"

Everyone stood up, brushed off the gray condensation on their bodies, and carefully observed the changes happening around them.

"Try to contact headquarters. This situation is beyond our control. If the Ghost Painting and the Ghost Messenger were mutually restrictive, we might still have a chance, but now..."

Liu San fell silent halfway through his sentence.

Everyone knew what situation they were facing. Once the Ghost Painting got completely out of control, the entire Dajing City would be shrouded in its ghostly domain, where there would be no chance of survival.

But right now, this small team has no idea what's happening outside, and can only move cautiously within this bizarre, painted world.
Let's rewind half an hour.

Headquarters.

"Zhao Jianguo?! What did he do?! Activate the emergency plan! Notify all pre-selected team leaders! Headquarters has fallen!"

As soon as Cao Yanhua finished speaking, the entire headquarters was instantly enveloped by a dark blue-green ghostly aura.

Without giving headquarters any response, the Hungry Ghost's ghost domain instantly enveloped the entire headquarters.

Cao Yanhua's face turned deathly pale.

"The hungry ghosts have gone out of control! Elder Qin should be on his way here. Evacuate everyone! We can't leave the Ghost Realm! Everyone move to the shelter!"

"Li Jun and the others are still within the Ghost Painting at this point in time. Hopefully, the Ghost Painting and the Ghost Messengers won't make any mistakes..."

The underground refuge level. Wang Xiaoming, Cao Yanhua, Shen Liang, and others sat at the conference table.

"Professor Wang, what's going on? Why did the hungry ghost suddenly go out of control? Did the coffin nails fail to work?"

Cao Yanhua looked a little better; after all, he was now one of the backbones of the entire headquarters and couldn't afford to show weakness.

Wang Xiaoming, sporting dark circles under his eyes, stared at the data on his laptop and typed away.

"After Yang Jian returned from the Caesar Hotel, someone became illogical. If there were no ghosts, I probably wouldn't have thought about it that way. But ghosts are beings that transcend common sense. So, I'm 80% sure that Yang Jian has mastered some kind of ghost that can change people's cognition or memories. Feng Quan is the best example."

"If we follow this line of reasoning, Zhao Jianguo was also attacked by this ghost at some point. Perhaps... some of us were also attacked, but there was no triggering medium, so we can't tell who had their memories altered by the ghost."

The crowd was filled with shock upon hearing this, exchanging glances and whispering amongst themselves.

A terrifying, unknown supernatural phenomenon that can alter people's memories without them even noticing.

Cao Yanhua slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and looked like he was about to draw his gun.

"Silence, everyone! Since we can't determine who's being controlled by the ghost, the most urgent task is to deal with the hungry ghost's loss of control! Now, enter wartime alert. Anyone who disobeys orders will be executed on the spot!"

Immediately, the entire room fell silent. The people sitting here were the elite of the elite. After Cao Yanhua's shout, everyone came to their senses. Compared to the starving ghost, memory alteration was no longer the top priority in the current situation.

"The emergency plan has been activated. All Ghost Tamers at headquarters will receive this message via satellite phone. Remember, our current mission is to maintain uninterrupted communication and provide intelligence support to any Ghost Tamers coming to our aid! You know the killing patterns of the Hungry Ghosts. If necessary, we will act as beacons and bait!"

Meanwhile, inside a safe room on a basement floor of the Friends Circle Building.

"Did they wake me up early...? That Ye Zhen guy is here again?"

A hoarse, low voice echoed in the safe house as a emaciated man with bloodshot eyes slowly emerged from a coffin.

"The headquarters has fallen, the starving ghosts are out of control, and the Ghost Painting is near Dajing. The ghost messengers are inside the Ghost Painting, which is too close for the Ghost Painting's ghost domain."

The man was stunned after hearing this.

"Really... That's incredible. Three S-class vengeful ghosts. Old Qin might not be able to handle them. Well, I guess I'll have to go. After all, I have an agreement with Wang Xiaoming, and I can't back out."

After he finished speaking, a strong wind rose inside the safe house, and when the wind subsided, the man's figure disappeared.

Dahai City.

A young man stands on the rooftop, arms outstretched, looking down at the masses below.

"At the pinnacle of immortality, where there is me, Ye Zhen, there is heaven. Ah Wu, don't panic. Even if I, Ye Zhen, am holding the Ghost Painting in one hand, I can still subdue that starving ghost and the ghost messengers. Watch over this place, I'll be right back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a crack appeared in the dark sky of Dahai City, and sunlight streamed down onto Ye Zhen through the crack.

"I rode away with the sun."

A-Wu stared blankly in the direction Ye Zhen had left.

"What an idiot!"

At the same time, the heads of various regions and the designated team leaders were all heading to headquarters in their own ways.

Everyone knows that once headquarters falls and terror resurfaces, no one will be able to end this supernatural era.
(End of this chapter)