Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 2 Out of Control (Part Two)

"Minister Cao! Satellite photos show that the Hungry Ghost's Ghost Domain is moving! The entire headquarters has disappeared! The Hungry Ghost's Ghost Domain is taking the entire headquarters with it and heading towards Ghost Painting!"

"Yes, that's right. The characteristic of the Hungry Ghost is to devour, so it's only natural that it moves toward the Ghost Painting, since the Hungry Ghost now possesses a coffin nail."

Wang Xiaoming continued typing on the keyboard without changing his expression, as if he were working overtime at home.

"Are you kidding me? The starving ghost, the ghost messenger, and the ghost painting all went out of control at the same time?"

Yang Jian gazed at the dark blue-green ghost realm in the distance, his crimson ghost eye on his forehead darting nervously.

"Based on Wang Xiaoming's speculation, it was the newspaper ghost that altered Zhao Jianguo's memory, but that's no longer important. What we need to do now is imprison one of the ghosts."

Yang Jian took out his satellite phone and dialed Wang Xiaoming's number.

“Wang Xiaoming, I know that headquarters is hiding a lot of things. The current situation is beyond your control. If you don’t bring them out this time, you will never have another chance.”

"It's already been sent to your satellite phone."

After saying "beep beep beep," Wang Xiaoming hung up the phone immediately.

Yang Jian looked at the information on the satellite phone in his hand.

"I didn't expect headquarters to have something like this."

A crimson flashed by, and Yang Jian's ghost domain soared into the sky, rushing rapidly towards the headquarters. However, his target was not the starving ghosts, but another place.

On the only path that the hungry ghosts must take when moving through the realm of ghosts, an old man stood in an open area, leaning on a cane.

The wind howled, making the old man's clothes flutter loudly. The entire sky in front of him was shrouded in a dark blue-green ghostly domain, which was moving toward him at an extremely fast speed.

"We must stop this ghost here; we absolutely cannot let it join forces with the ghost painting and ghost messengers."

The old man's face was solemn. He raised his hand and slammed his cane heavily on the ground. A pale white ghostly aura spread rapidly outwards like ripples.

The next second, the old man's ghost domain collided with the dark blue-black ghost domain. Unfortunately, this situation didn't even last a second, as the dark blue-black ghost domain instantly swallowed the pale white area.

"As expected, the older generation's use of ghosts' abilities was more sophisticated. Did they use the hungry ghosts' ability to devour to infiltrate them? And what about the ghost painting?"

Fang Shiming turned to look in the direction of the ghost painting, remained silent for a moment, and was just about to take action when a cheerful voice came from the sky. Fang Shiming's face immediately darkened.

"Isn't this Old Fang? You've gotten so sluggish in just a few days? Looks like I, Ye, have arrived just in time. Old Fang! You'll work well under me! Deal with those brats and watch me take care of that ghost painting!"

Only the sound could be heard, but no one could be seen. The clouds split open from the middle, and a blinding light rushed towards the direction of the ghost painting.

"Ye Zhen... a brainless brute."

Fang Shiming did not follow Ye Zhen, but instead took out a specially made phone and dialed a number.

"Wang Xiaoming, it's me. I don't need to explain the situation. You know I have health problems, and I need that thing right now. Give it to me, and I'll help you resolve this crisis."

"No problem, it's a fair deal. I've sent you the address, go pick it up yourself."

Wang Xiaoming hung up the phone after speaking. A short while later, Fang Shiming received a map on his phone.

"Great... As long as I get that thing, my condition will instantly recover."

Looking at the messages on his phone, Fang Shiming clenched his fist.

"I really didn't want to get involved in this... If I had more time, maybe I could have solved the problem of my own vengeful spirit's resurgence. If Ye Zhen weren't such a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) sufferer, I wouldn't be in this situation now."

Time returns to the present.

In the ghost realm.

"The ghost messenger and the ghost painting have separated. It seems that neither of the two top supernatural beings can defeat the other in their confrontation. If the starving ghost hadn't gone out of control, Wang Xiaoming's method might have really solved the problem of the ghost painting and the ghost messenger."

An ordinary-looking man walked lifelessly beside Yang Jian, his gait as stiff and mechanical as a sleepwalker's, more like that of a dead man.

"My ghost eyes are completely suppressed by the ghost painting, so going there won't be much of a use. For a starving ghost, going there without a coffin nail is just suicide. This is the only place I'm familiar with, but Huanggang Village has changed a lot now, and it's completely different from what it used to be."

Yang Jian walked at the front, analyzing the situation before him.

"Yang Jian, I can't maintain this state for long. The demons within me aren't fully balanced yet. I'm only able to move because of something from headquarters. Whatever you want to do, you need to be quick."

Tong Qian walked at the back, and the three faces kept looking at the man with curiosity. She found that as soon as she looked away from him, she would forget the face, so every now and then she would change to a different face to stare at him.

"Madam... could you move those two faces a little further away? Although it doesn't affect me much, it's not pleasant to be stared at by those faces all the time."

Tong Qian blushed at what was said and quickly turned her head away, but no matter how she turned, one of the three faces was always facing the man.

"The changes caused by the starving ghost have affected the ghost messengers and the ghost painting. Although the reason is still unclear, fortunately, the ghost messengers and the ghost painting have not undergone any further unpredictable changes. We don't have much time left. No one knows what will happen next. We must act quickly."

Yang Jian looked at the unfamiliar Huanggang Village with a grim expression. The current situation was even more severe than in Dachang City. Back then, there were coffin nails to fall back on, but now the three S-level vengeful ghosts were in an unknown state of flux, and no one dared to say that they were confident they could resolve this incident.

In paranormal events, the most frightening thing is change, especially with special beings like ghost messengers. Change means a change in the previously known patterns of murder. An S-class vengeful ghost who does not understand the patterns of murder will be an unsolvable problem.

"Let's go in and have a look."

Li Leping took out a blood-red double-sided drum and led the way into the depths of Huanggang Village.

A helicopter slowly landed next to the former headquarters. Now, all that remains of the former headquarters is a bottomless pit, and many staff members are surveying the pit.

A man wearing glasses stepped off the helicopter. He had a gentle demeanor, handsome features, and exuded a scholarly air.

"Moving mountains and filling seas, shaking the earth. The growth of the Hungry Ghost is simply beyond imagination. I should have acted sooner. The Hungry Ghost is out of control now, and the situation with Ghost Painting and Ghost Messengers is also unclear. I have no chance."

Wang Chaling stared at the enormous, dark crater before him. After a moment's thought, two lifeless, wrinkled old men silently appeared behind him.

"It's time to act; there might still be a sliver of a chance if we go now..."

After speaking, Wang Chaling's figure disappeared from the spot. It didn't seem like a ghost realm, but rather like another application of supernatural power.

(End of this chapter)