Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 273 Now (Part 4)

"boom--!"

A muffled thud that tore through the air was followed by the screech of brakes.

A sudden feeling of loss of control washed over me.

The car shook violently, and the camera jolted. After a few seconds of weightlessness, the image stabilized again.

After a dizzying spin, the driver's voice rang out.

"Holy crap! What did I bump into?!"

The image gradually became clear and stable, indicating that the three people were unharmed.

"This is... a child?..."

The camera was pointed forward again.

In the middle of the road, a child stood with his head down. His skin was bluish-black, as if he had been soaking in water for a long time. He was wearing a red burial shroud, the wet fabric clinging to his body.

The driver's face contorted instantly, his lips twitching as he pointed.

"A ghost...that's a ghost!"

His voice trembled, his steps faltered, and he turned and ran in the opposite direction.

"He wasn't killed even after being hit at that speed, he's a ghost!"

After saying that, the driver sped away and disappeared, leaving the man and his girlfriend standing there, unsure whether to move or run away.

The camera was still focused on the child, who slowly raised his head, his eyes cloudy, staring blankly at the two of them.

Just then, a thin red line rapidly approached from a distance.

The line lightly brushed past the boy's shadow at his feet. The next second, the child's figure vanished, along with the shadow, as if wiped clean. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

"Let's go! This is incredible news! Forget being a big internet celebrity, I'm going to be a super internet celebrity!!!"

The man grabbed the camera and ran towards the red line.

The screen shook violently, and footsteps were heard in a jumble.

The man's breathing became increasingly rapid, but the camera remained firmly pointed in that direction. He didn't want to miss a single frame that could make him famous.

In the shaky footage, a blinding crimson bursts open at the end, the intense, almost tangible red instantly engulfing the entire city.

"boom!!!"

A loud bang suddenly came from ahead.

The camera pans up and focuses on a tall building. The middle of the building explodes, spraying out dust and concrete debris.

The entire building began to tilt.

"Oh my god... what on earth happened...?"

The man was incredulous; the tall building in the picture looked as if someone had cut a slit in the middle with a knife.

The high-rise building is slowly collapsing.

The next second, an even more terrifying roar resounded through the sky.

As the building collapsed completely, a sandstorm tens of meters high instantly filled and covered the surrounding environment.

"what!!!"

Screams came from afar, countless vehicles began to frantically turn around, and countless people began to scramble to run backward.

The man knew that people had died, and that in a disaster of this magnitude, the death toll would be extremely high.

"Don't go!"

His girlfriend, crying and pulling him from behind, was behind him.

"No way! I want to make a name for myself! I want to marry you openly and honestly! I will never let your parents look down on me again!"

After saying that, the man told his girlfriend to get away from the place, and then ran into the depths of the dust without looking back.

The noise in the image began to increase, and the yellowish-white dust after the building collapsed drastically reduced the visibility in the surrounding area.

A strong smell of blood filled my nasal cavity.

Heart-wrenching screams echoed all around, and countless cries for help came from the dust.

"Are you OK!"

The man picked up a piece of rubble that had broken a passerby's leg. "Thank you...there are many other injured people over there, please help them."

The man continued walking forward, and following the camera's perspective, countless severed limbs appeared in the frame.

There were human heads hanging on huge, broken walls, half-bodies lying across the roadside, and fleshy bits of what appeared to be organs buried under boulders.

Thick, black blood had spread across the entire street, making the whole scene resemble a living hell.

The man couldn't help but start gagging.

Suddenly, a headless black shadow flashed across the screen, and the man felt a chill run down his spine as he remembered the driver's words.

"Could I really be seeing a ghost?"

Just now.

"Let's fight, Xiao Yang!"

A loud voice came from the sky above. The man immediately pointed his camera at the sky, but due to the dense dust, he could only capture a very blurry figure.

Just as the man was struggling to adjust the focus.

A beam of red light suddenly descended, and the entire world abruptly paused; everything, including his thoughts, was suspended.

By the time the man realized what was happening, the surrounding dust had already dissipated.

The camera was pointed directly at the young man's figure in the sky.

A coffin nail was stuck in his forehead, and he fell helplessly from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground.

The person's spine was twisted and deformed, and he lay on the ground in a strange position with his buttocks sticking out, like a dead dog.

Opposite the young man was a stern-faced boy with a crimson dot on his forehead that kept flashing, as if it was about to go out.

But the boy still walked step by step towards youth.

"Hey! What are you filming?!"

A roar was heard.

At that moment, a staff member wearing sunglasses spotted him and reached out to grab the camera.

"You're under arrest! Cuff him!"

"Huh? Are you kidding me? Filming a vlog is illegal?!"

A hissing sound rang out, the screen suddenly went black, and the entire contents of the disc had finished playing.

The room fell silent.

After a moment of silence, everyone, including Wang Xiaoming, looked at Yang Jian and Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen shook his head.

"Impossible... I have no recollection of this ever happening..."

Yang Jian looked at Li Leping, seemingly wondering about something.

Following his gaze, everyone noticed Li Leping sitting on the sofa, but they hadn't noticed him before.

Li Leping shook his head as well.

"It wasn't me. I don't have the ability to make everyone forget about this level of battle."

Wang Xiaoming was deep in thought, looking at Yang Jian, waiting for an answer.

This disc was something he obtained after trading with Xu Changyi in Room 301; it was given to him by Zhang Dong.

He was very curious as to why this thing would appear in the Republic of China era, so he played the disc as soon as he came out.

But now it seems that the information on the disc is completely beyond his comprehension.

As Yang Jian pondered, he was almost certain that the man named Zhang Dong had somehow obtained the disc from a parallel timeline, but Yang Jian didn't know the method, as it was something he couldn't do.

While on the moon, he saw countless worlds in parallel timelines through the black fire, but he couldn't extract anything from them.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Jian spoke.
"I have a hypothesis, but I can't prove it..."

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps interrupted their conversation.

Cao Yanhua's voice came through.

"Professor Wang, we have received location coordinates that appear to be sent by Liu San's satellite phone."

(End of this chapter)