Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 18 Lake and Wind (The End)
A pale, soaking wet female corpse lay on Yang Jian's back, stiff and cold to the touch.

Countless cold hairs wrapped around his body, swirling around Yang Jian in the hurricane.

Its body was filled with a large amount of lake water, which flowed out continuously through the cracks in its body as soon as it filled the entire body.

Yang Jian was in a very bad state at the moment.

The cold lake water was constantly washing over his body, and the putrid hurricane was relentlessly dismembering the vengeful spirit he was controlling. The perfectly balanced state was beginning to rapidly recover at this moment.

"It still came to this..."

next moment.

Seven eerie, scarlet eyeballs suddenly emerged from Yang Jian's cracked body.

A rich red color exploded on Yang Jian's body, and in the midst of the raging wind, everyone saw a scarlet flash.

Suddenly, a huge, scarlet eyeball appeared in the center of the hurricane, staring eerily at everything.

The moment the eyeball appeared, the tornado filled with corpses seemed to slow down.

The hurricane, mixed with lake water, continued to dismember the eyeball in the sky, but just as it was about to fall apart, a dense red light would burst forth from the center, and the eyeball would be restored to its original state.

Yang Jian is constantly restarting himself, but this state cannot last long. Yang Jian's current behavior is like walking a tightrope. Once the Ghost Eye is fully revived or completely dismembered by the hurricane, he will die immediately.

'Seventh floor. As long as I don't exceed this critical point, I won't immediately die from the resurrection of the vengeful ghost.'

Yang Jian gripped the wood-chopping knife, quickly considering his next move.

Fang Shiming stood still, not blown away, looking at the huge ghost eye that suddenly appeared in the center of the tornado.

"This Yang Jian... but now the winds seem to be calming down, a perfect opportunity."

A wooden door stood still, and Li Yang clung tightly to the door frame. The lake water and the howling wind pounded against the old door, and under the impact of these two supernatural forces, Li Yang was unable to push open the eerie wooden door.

A clump of dark yellow mud stood out conspicuously in the raging, pale hurricane, slowly approaching Li Yang, when a voice entered his ears.

"Yang Jian somehow slowed down the wind. The vengeful spirit I control has a very high compatibility with this hurricane. I will be able to control the wind for a moment, but I cannot suppress Ghost Lake."

Li Yang was unable to speak at this moment, and could only nod.

Then, the slowly moving blackish-yellow mud and sand gradually dissipated in the strong wind.

Gradually, a hint of black and yellow appeared in the pale tornado.

Just as the black and yellow color appeared, a series of eerie wooden doors suddenly rose up around the huge ghost eye in the hurricane.

Hundreds of old wooden doors appeared in an incredible way, their backs to the ghost eye, suspended in mid-air.

The next second, the black and yellow color flashed by, but it gave people an eerie feeling that the flash was unusually slow, and then the entire hurricane suddenly came to a standstill.

But in that instant, the Ghost Lake was not restricted. The overwhelming lake water, carrying countless corpses, flowed down, while sheets of yellow paper floated in from nowhere and covered the numerous corpses.

Suddenly, one of the doors burst open with a bang, followed by a series of loud bangs like firecrackers going off.

Hundreds of eerie wooden doors opened one after another.

The supernatural and certain death was completed in an instant, and an irresistible force of attraction surged out from behind the door, drawing in the overwhelming lake water.

The cold lake water was sucked into the wooden door and then rushed out from behind it, all converging towards the huge ghost eye in the center.

Amidst the intense red light, Yang Jian stood on a lake, his body soaked through, the cold lake water dripping continuously, and a female corpse pressed tightly against his back.

Yang Jian's state at this moment is very delicate.

After being suppressed by Li Yang's countless eerie wooden doors, the ghost lake converged into the ghost eye, and at this time, the terror level of the ghost lake had been reduced to the minimum.

However, the ghost hand, tattoo, and ghost eye still couldn't completely suppress the female corpse behind him.

The female corpse kept attacking and invading Yang Jian, while Yang Jian was also constantly trying to control the Ghost Lake.

In the midst of this supernatural conflict, neither side could gain the upper hand, and the female corpse remained firmly pressed against Yang Jian's back.

But Yang Jian can't afford to waste time. There's a limit to how a human can use the power of a vengeful ghost, but there isn't. If the stalemate continues, Yang Jian will be the one to lose in the end.

"While I am controlling the Ghost Lake, the Ghost Lake is also invading and controlling me. In a sense, this ghost has now merged with me..."

"While I'm dismembering it with a machete, I will also be dismembered."

Yang Jian was thinking.
The hurricane was gradually accelerating, and Fang Shiming had been blown to an unknown location; the dark yellow mass had disappeared.

A tattered paper figure, clutching a charred body, fell from mid-air. The yellow paper that had just fallen was Liu San's last resort before regaining consciousness.

Li Yang squatted beside the wooden door, staring at the huge scarlet eyeball in the sky. He had reached his limit.

"The corpse from the Reform Society inspired me, but each ghost tamer's method of controlling vengeful spirits is unique and cannot be replicated. Perhaps I don't need to completely copy that state of ghosts controlling people..."

Yang Jian is currently making a completely new attempt.

Within the pitch-black shadow beneath her feet, the ghostly eyes slowly opened, and then the ghostly figure suddenly rose up, completely covering the female corpse.

Yang Jian did not choose to restart himself, but instead wanted to reset the state of the female corpse to before it corrupted him. Under normal circumstances, he would not be able to restart the vengeful ghost, but here, the supernatural power of Ghost Lake had been suppressed to the minimum by Li Yang and the other two.

This is a battle of time. Every time the ghostly figure carrying the female corpse restarts through the Ghost Eye, Yang Jian gains more control over the supernatural phenomena of Ghost Lake. However, having lost both the ghostly figure and the Ghost Eye, Yang Jian faces the risk of death from the rapid resurgence of vengeful spirits.

Its body was constantly bubbling with lake water, and the ghostly hand slowly turned pale. Its skin was covered with hideous tattoos, and its entire body was rotting and stinking.

Yang Jian had no idea how the Reform Society managed to maintain a clear mind even after controlling people with ghosts.

However, in supernatural events, one often has no choice but to control the Ghost Lake in this way.

However, ghosts have no consciousness and will only follow the rules of killing. Even though Yang Jian has now restarted the female corpse to the state before it invaded him, the corpse continues to rise from the bottom of the lake and attack Yang Jian again, in order to complete its own rules of killing.

The next moment, Yang Jian's entire body completely decomposed and he fell straight down, but the lake water beneath his feet suddenly churned up, sinking Yang Jian's body into the lake.

Yang Jian succeeded, or rather, he succeeded most of the way.

He had mastered the Ghost Lake, and the risk of the vengeful spirit's resurgence had disappeared. However, the female corpse was constantly invading Yang Jian through the Ghost Lake, and once the female corpse successfully invaded, he would die immediately.

Whenever the female corpse surfaced, Yang Jian would restart himself through the Ghost Eye and use the Ghost Lake to suppress the female corpse to the bottom of the lake.

At this moment, Yang Jian's state is neither the dead or balanced state of an ordinary ghost tamer, nor the ghost-taming state of the Reform Society, but rather a state in between, an anomaly.

To kill Yang Jian, you must first kill the female corpse, but ghosts cannot be killed.
From Li Yang's perspective, the enormous scarlet eyeball in the air emitted an eerie red light. Suddenly, a large amount of water flowed continuously from the eyeball, as if it were a weeping eye.

Then the lake water slowly submerged him.

Under the eerie red light, Yang Jian slowly walked across the lake carrying an old woodcutter's knife, his cold, emotionless voice ringing out.

"Don't resist, I'll take you out."

On a high mountain thousands of meters away, the wind howled, and Yang Jian and the others stood on the summit, gazing at the hurricane that had already engulfed the entire city.

Clearly, this operation ended in failure.

Several helicopters are flying in from a distance.

"Yang Jian... no, Captain Yang."

Liu San said to Yang Jian.

"I'm leaving. The people from headquarters are here. I'm leaving Li Jun in your care."

Yang Jian remained silent, his ghost eye on his forehead observing Liu San. Liu San paid no attention, and after speaking, turned and left.

'Another difficult-to-kill outlier...'

This hurricane couldn't even withstand the Seventh Layer Ghost Realm, yet Liu San was completely unharmed. Yang Jian even suspected that this so-called true body was just a rather special paper figure.

A woman's corpse was encased in a slowly blowing, dark yellow gust of wind.

"Come visit my WeChat Moments sometime, Captain Yang..."

After saying that, the strange gust of wind quickly disappeared into the distance. Fang Shiming planned to go to Taiping Ancient Town right away.

Yang Jian turned around and looked at Li Yang sitting on the ground.

He didn't know this man, but there was no doubt that without him, Yang Jian and the others might have been wiped out in the hurricane.

Li Yang's body was decaying rapidly, and a heart-stopping sound came from his chest, as if something inside him was about to burst out.

Using that wooden door, Li Yang successfully achieved hundreds of supernatural superimposed deaths, but the price was something Li Yang could not afford.

Yang Jian couldn't understand why this stranger was going to such lengths.

"You still haven't told me who you are."

“We have had a lot of experiences together, and for me, this may be the end of a memory.”

His body was emitting a foul odor, and his pale bones were clearly visible. Li Yang felt he was about to die.

"Have you known me for a long time?"

"You have a future in your past. My past, your future."

Yang Jian did not understand the meaning of Li Yang's words.

Perhaps Li Yang is only now realizing that the Yang Jian in front of him is not the captain he knows.

But Li Yang did not regret it. He believed that as long as Yang Jian was alive, the world would eventually return to normal.

"Where should I look for you?"

"I'm going to die, I can't revive here. Captain..."

Despite its dilapidated state, the body, though seemingly fragile, bore an iron will. Ultimately, this demonic form could not withstand the terror of the supernatural.

Yang Jian stared silently at the completely decomposed corpse; he didn't even know the man's name.

The body was placed in a golden coffin, and the helicopter slowly took off.

A rich red light flashed, and an extreme scarlet edge shot straight into the sky, rapidly advancing towards Dachang City.

Yang Jian was going to find the answers, whether from the Reform Society or the man who called him Captain.
(End of this chapter)