Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 37 The Buddhist Kingdom in a Dream (Part Six)

Thinking of this, Yang Jian continued, "And then?"

"Then I received a mission from headquarters to come to DQ City, saying that there were suspected paranormal events there and I was asked to come and investigate. However, I encountered the incident in Da Hai City on the way, and the plane was forced to land, so I was delayed until now."

Yang Jian nodded. It seemed that the fall of Dahai City had affected many places, including Dajing City and other places where Ghost Tamers were also affected.

The headquarters is currently severely understaffed, so much so that Lin Bei was temporarily dispatched to investigate the anomalies in DQ City.

"And what about you, Yang Jian?" Lin Bei suddenly asked, "Did you also come to DQ City on a mission from headquarters?"

Yang Jian shook his head and said, "I'm here only because of some personal matters."

Lin Bei said with some regret, "Really? That's a real pity. Our chances of survival would have been much higher if we had been traveling together."

Among those in charge, except for those with a particularly good relationship, they generally won't take the initiative to help. After all, no one is completely confident when dealing with the supernatural, and one mistake could lead to disaster for anyone.

Then Lin Bei added, "I've been hearing a lot about your deeds lately, so it seems we'll soon be calling you Captain Yang."

Yang Jian replied expressionlessly, "It's just a hollow title; I'm just a higher-level employee."

The two walked out of the building. Lin Bei reached out and caught a snowflake, his expression changing slightly.

"This snow...there's something wrong...the supernatural sensation is very weak, but the ghost's reaction inside me is strange, somewhat like suppression, but not quite matching the signs of suppression..."

Yang Jian said, "I suggest you leave DQ City as soon as possible. Just by looking at it with the naked eye, the snowflakes have almost covered DQ City. You won't be of much use here by yourself."

Yang Jian offered his advice: when the influence of a ghost reaches the range of an entire city, the effect of a single ghost tamer is negligible; this was based on his experience.

Lin Bei nodded in agreement with Yang Jian's statement. Yang Jian's analysis was very accurate. When the scope of the supernatural event is too large, even if the ghost tamer has a ghost domain, he will have to run around trying to find the source ghost.

"Oh, right," Yang Jian added.

"Don't knock on my door casually in the future. I'm a very sensitive person, and I might accidentally kill someone."

Seeing that Yang Jian didn't seem to be joking, Lin Bei immediately said, "Okay..."

Just then, Yang Jian's satellite phone rang.

Wang Shanshan's slightly hurried voice came from inside: "Yang Jian, come back quickly! Xiao Yuan is killing people everywhere, I can't stop her!"

"kill?"

Yang Jian was somewhat surprised. Although his cousin had acted somewhat strangely before, it was not to the point of killing people indiscriminately.

"Don't rush, tell me slowly, what happened?"

Wang Shanshan continued, "After you left, my aunt and I chatted with the village elders. Just now, when we got home, a scream suddenly came from the village entrance. I saw with my own eyes that Xiaoyuan stabbed a child in the chest with a dagger..."

"Understood, I'll be right back."

Yang Jian continued, "Liu Xiaoyu, immediately send someone over to stop my cousin until I return."

Liu Xiaoyu's voice came through the phone immediately; she had been listening to what Yang Jian was saying.

"The staff are already on their way."

A hint of seriousness flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. It seemed that his cousin was even stranger than he had imagined.

Randomly killing without any reason is very similar to a demon tamer who is about to be revived, but Xiaoyuan's state does not look like that of someone who has controlled a vengeful spirit at all.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Jian said to Lin Bei, "I have something to do, I'll be going now."

After saying that, Yang Jian was about to turn and leave. Suddenly, without any warning, Yang Jian's vision blurred, his eyelids felt so heavy that they seemed about to close at any moment, and a wave of sleepiness washed over him.

It felt as if something heavy was pressing down on his eyelids, forcing him to close his eyes.

Without any hesitation, a crimson expanse instantly surged out, enveloping the entire area.

Lin Bei was startled when he saw Yang Jian's signature ghostly aura. He immediately pulled out a piece of glass from his coat and became alert.

"Yang Jian?! What happened? Was he attacked by a vengeful ghost?!"

Yang Jian didn't speak. In the rich red light, he stood quietly in place, his drowsiness growing stronger and stronger, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, as if he would fall asleep at any moment.

"Child, what's wrong?"

Liu Jing's voice came from behind him. Yang Jian was startled and turned around abruptly. The surrounding environment was a hospital ward, and Liu Jing was lying on the hospital bed with a trace of tears still on the corner of her eyes.

A dream?! Consciousness?! A hallucination?! Lin Bei attacked me?!
In an instant, several possibilities popped into Yang Jian's mind.

"Child, what's wrong?"

Liu Jing repeated what she had just said.

Yang Jian did not respond, but instead observed the surrounding environment. However, there was nothing unusual about the room; it was the same ward Yang Jian had visited before.

Suddenly, Liu Jing stood up straight without bending her knees. An old straw rope had somehow been tied around her neck, and then the rope was pulled up sharply, suspending Liu Jing from the ceiling of the ward.

The dim light of the night obscured Liu Jing's face; only her two pupils, reflecting a sinister light, were fixed on Yang Jian. Even with her neck stretched out, she continued to repeat:

"Child, what's wrong...?"

Yang Jian stared at Liu Jing in front of him and suddenly felt something called emotion. He rediscovered joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, as if he had returned to his school days.

He rushed forward, about to raise his ghostly hand and slap the thing hard.

However, Yang Jian was surprised when he flicked his sleeves, only to find them empty. His left hand had vanished—no, it wasn't gone, but rather, he simply didn't have a left hand at all.

Not only the ghost hand, but also the ghost eye, ghost shadow, and ghost lake disappeared. But what surprised Yang Jian even more was that he was completely used to this situation without his left hand. His body did not feel anything wrong, as if he was born this way.

Without any hesitation, Yang Jian suddenly turned around, opened the door, and rushed out of the ward.

"Cousin? You're here!"

The scene suddenly changed, and Yang Jian looked at the sight before him in surprise.

On a country road, Xiaoyuan, wearing a raincoat and holding a dagger, is frantically stabbing a corpse in front of her.

She poked at Yang Jian while smiling, creating an extremely bizarre scene.

Yang Jian stared at Xiao Yuan. He had gradually calmed down, but the emotions that had resurfaced earlier had made him a little excited.

However, Yang Jian reacted quickly and began to analyze the supernatural events he had encountered after seeing Xiao Yuan.

The attack, the disappearance of the supernatural, the abrupt change in scenery, and the small garden before my eyes.

Now, I have no control over what is happening here. I can only passively follow the development of events. It feels like I'm in a dream.

This reminded him of a file on a vengeful ghost he had once seen: Nightmare.

(End of this chapter)