Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 100 The Squad (Thirteen)
Zhao Lei looked at his own body and shook his head, then pointed at Cao Yang.

"That person led us out. I just sped us up. It was just an experiment."

His complexion was terrible; his once clear face had turned sallow, revealing many words, and half of the newspaper was almost completely visible.

Cao Yang nodded. This man named Zhao Lei was indeed bold in his use of the supernatural. In a short period of time, he had developed a variety of supernatural methods, which amazed Cao Yang.

He looked at Xiong Wenwen on Zhang Han's back.

"This child is dying, let me take him back to headquarters."

At this moment, Xiong Wenwen was stiff as an ice sculpture, her eyes tightly closed, her life hanging in the balance.

Zhang Han remained silent for a moment. Yang Jian was on the moon, and he had no way to handle the situation, so he had no choice but to take Xiong Wenwen to headquarters.

Just then, a familiar voice came from not far away.

“It’s too late. This child won’t last much longer. Wang Xiaoming’s method might work, but it’s too dangerous and unstable.”

Liu San walked over from a distance, carrying a stack of yellow paper in his hand.

"Leave it to me, I guarantee he won't die."

Zhang Han watched Liu San approach and thought to himself:

"Just how many paper figures does this Liu San have? Why does one keep appearing all at once..."

Liu San stepped forward, picked up a piece of yellow paper, and gently placed it on Xiong Wenwen's forehead. Her originally bluish-purple face immediately came to life, revealing a waxy yellow complexion.

"Don't look at me like that. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it inside just now."

"That's not what I meant... Anyway, thank you."

Liu San waved his hand, his sallow face curving into a stiff arc.

"It's nothing, just remember to tell Captain Yang how I saved you."

After saying that, Liu San took Xiong Wenwen from Zhang Han and strode away.

Cao Yang glanced at Liu San, who was carrying Xiong Wenwen away, and walked towards a car.

At this moment, his feet kept making stomping sounds, and each step left a deep mark on the ground, as if he had taken thousands of steps at the same time, pressing a small pit into the ground.

"Let's go. We can't deal with that ghost now, but because of the complementary parts of the puzzle, its killing pattern has been interrupted. We have to give up on this city for the time being. I've reached my limit. Goodbye."

Cao Yang touched the tattered burlap in his bag, his eyes narrowing slightly.

'The recovery has indeed been delayed. Zhang Han's previous analysis was correct. As long as the intensity of the supernatural force is controlled, it's possible to suppress the ghost within me. Forcibly removing this burlap sack was the right move. Back at headquarters, Professor Wang should have a way to restore my condition...'

Without thinking further, Cao Yang started the car and drove off into the distance.

"Pfft!" Zhang Han suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to hold on any longer, and knelt on the ground.

On the torn back, a man's bloody flesh was writhing. The hideous tattoos gradually stitched the torn flesh together, but large wounds remained that could not be completely closed. Zhang Han's entire back was thus exposed to the back of another man.

Zhao Lei came up, seemingly still somewhat conscious. He helped Zhang Han up and asked, "Are you alright? What are your plans for the future?"

Zhang Han glanced at Huang Ziya and Feng Quan, who were lying unconscious on the ground. The team had suffered heavy losses. Tong Qian was dead, Xiong Wenwen's fate was unknown, and the three of them were in very dangerous condition.

"We won't die for now, but we need to go back to Dachang City. The captain hasn't returned, and Dachang City is unsupervised, which could easily lead to trouble."

Zhao Lei nodded and said, "You shouldn't use the power of the vengeful spirits so casually now. I don't know how long I can stay in this state, but as long as I'm still conscious, I will help you supervise Dachang City."

Although Zhao Lei had been working in the newspaper industry for a long time and knew nothing about what was happening outside, now that he had found Yang Jian's teammates, he would eventually meet Yang Jian as long as he followed them.

At this moment, a staff member ran over with a phone in his hand and asked the two of them, "Excuse me, which of you is Zhang Han, the phone number for Captain Shen?"

"Captain Shen? Shen Liang?..."

Zhang Han had met Shen Liang at headquarters. Shen Liang held the same position as Zhao Jianguo, in charge of a communications room and managing dozens of operators.

"Give me the phone number."

Taking the phone from the staff member, Zhang Han asked, "What's wrong? Just tell me. I need to get back to Dachang City in a hurry."

Zhang Han's tone was very impolite. After the incident in Huanggang Village, Yang Jian gave him the spot to control the second ghost, so he went to the headquarters. The person who received him was Shen Liang.

However, at that time, the success rate of the dual-ghost balancing scheme at headquarters was too low, and people died frequently, so they chose to use another method.

Zhang Han was unaware of the specific procedures; he had lost consciousness, but before he did, he saw Ah Hong and a sinister oil painting.
After Zhang Han woke up, he did feel that the resurgence of his own vengeful spirit had been slowed down, but this was not what he wanted. He did not control the second vengeful spirit.

At that time, Shen Liang told him that he was no longer able to control a second vengeful ghost. Even without using supernatural abilities, he only had three months to live. If he wanted to continue living, he had to go to headquarters regularly to resolve his abnormalities.

This was equivalent to the headquarters forcibly buying him out and making him work for the headquarters. Zhang Han felt that he had been tricked, which was one of the reasons why he initially chose to follow Yang Jian.

Ultimately, headquarters broke its promise, and even if it was to ensure his survival rate, they shouldn't have done it.

Even after Wang Xiaoming learned of the matter and personally intervened to separate Ah Hong's media, Zhang Han still harbored hostility towards the headquarters.

Shen Liang's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Zhang Han, the last incident was due to poor management at headquarters, and we compensated you with something of equal value. But this time, I hope you won't act impulsively. Yang Jian is not in Dachang City right now. The best solution is for you to come to headquarters. There are things here that can slow down your recovery."

"Ah"

Zhang Han sneered.

"Are you going to knock us out again like last time? To tell you the truth, I don't trust anyone except Yang Jian right now. There's no one supervising Dachang City right now. I need to go back and guard that place while I wait for the captain to return. I know my own condition very well; I'm not going to die anytime soon."

"Zhang Han..."

Shen Liang wanted to say something more.

"That's enough," Zhang Han interrupted him coldly.

“Arrange a private jet for us, and we’ll go back to Dachang City right now. If you don’t agree, I’ll go to the nearest airport right now. You know the state of us. Let’s see if you can take on this responsibility.”

Shen Liang was silent for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, then said, "Understood. The private jet will be there within ten minutes."

(End of this chapter)