Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 44 The Buddhist Kingdom in a Dream (Thirteen)
"I?"

Lin Bei pointed to himself.

Yang Jian nodded. "That's right, it's you."

"Due to my previous misjudgment, the number of these Buddha statues has increased to this extent. The source of the dream, the ghost, has not attacked us, not because it doesn't want to, but because it is restricted by this mirror world and cannot come over."

"As long as we drag it back into the dream, it will immediately attack us, but in the same way, it will be limited by its own laws and will not have any supernatural properties."

"So he can be killed. When faced with the supernatural, no matter how big or how wide it is, as long as the killing pattern is triggered, he will definitely die."

Yang Jian patted Lin Bei on the shoulder and said:

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It's up to you. I will point out the true source of the dream ghost as soon as possible."

Gradually, the chanting-like wails stopped echoing in my ears and instead filled the dream world.

It sounded like countless people were reciting scriptures, or like thousands of corpses were howling at the same time.

The entire space trembled slightly from the shock.

"Click..."

A slight cracking sound rang out. Yang Jian looked up at the ceiling, and a loud rumbling sound came from the sky. Something was falling down, and it was moving incredibly fast.

"boom!!"

The ground suddenly shook violently, like an earthquake, and the whole world trembled. The three of them were thrown to the ground by the shock.

A strange Buddhist light appeared from nowhere and suddenly filled the entire world. The blinding light made it difficult for the three of them to open their eyes.

The whole world seemed to fall silent, utterly still.

When Yang Jian and the other two adjusted to the Buddha's light and opened their eyes again, they were surprised to find themselves on a street in Dachang City.

In the sky, eerie Buddhist light pierced through the clouds, accompanied by mournful wails like chanting sutras. Countless colossal Buddha statues, blotting out the sky, forcefully tore the sky apart and plummeted straight down from the clouds.

"Lin Bei!"

Yang Jian called out Lin Bei's name, his eyes fixed on the giant Buddha statues falling one after another from the sky.

"I'm here!"

Lin Bei stood up, his pale face displaying three distinct expressions. His body was rapidly decaying, and lividity was quickly spreading across his entire body; he was being resurrected as a vengeful ghost.

Just then, a gust of wind swept in from above.

A giant hand descended from the sky.

This gigantic hand blotted out the sky and pressed down directly on the three of them, piercing the sky, passing through the clouds, and bringing with it countless gusts of air that made it difficult for the three of them to open their eyes.

Yang Jian immediately said, "That's it! The first Buddha statue that attacked us is the source of this dream!"

Skyscrapers are collapsing, trees are flying everywhere, and countless buildings are being crushed layer by layer by that giant Buddha's hand.

Lin Bei climbed onto a heavy truck, raised his palm toward the sky, and stared intently at the approaching giant hand.

He could kill the Buddha statue in an instant, the moment they made contact.

Yang Jian could already see the crisscrossing palm lines on the giant Buddha's hand, but there was nothing he could do now; he could only watch helplessly as the giant hand pressed down on them.

The next second, the contact began, and Lin Bei's entire body shattered with a deafening roar as a tremendous force instantly crushed him.

Then it was Yang Jian's turn; his body suddenly split open, and blood gushed out.

Suddenly everything went black, and the whole world disappeared.

He suddenly opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by crimson light. The ghost realm was still unfolding, and Yang Jian was standing right below Liu Jing's house, the very spot where he had been pulled into the dream.

"successful"

Yang Jian escaped the dream and successfully returned to reality.

The ghostly eye on its forehead flickered restlessly, and its body had been shattered into pieces, with its internal organs and bones protruding from the wounds.

Turning around, I saw Lin Bei lying behind me, his body tattered and mangled, like a pile of rotten flesh spread out on the snow.

Without any hesitation, a rich red light instantly enveloped the two of them, and Yang Jian immediately restarted himself and Lin Bei.

"Captain Yang!" Lin Bei looked at his body in surprise, realizing that he had recovered in an instant.

Yang Jian looked at him and said, "Come with me and leave here. The snow is starting to change."

The snowflakes in the sky grew denser, and Yang Jian could even feel the cold.

Before Lin Bei could speak, the intense crimson light around him shot into the sky and flew rapidly toward Dachang City.

Meishan Village.

Xiaoyuan held a dagger in her hand, staring blankly at her surroundings. In the last moment of the dream, Yang Jian laid her flat on the ground to protect her, and she was not harmed.

Just then, a red light streaked across the sky, and in a matter of moments, the entire Meishan Village turned crimson.

Yang Jian, carrying a wood-chopping knife, and Lin Bei emerged from the red light.

"Little Garden".

Xiaoyuan immediately ran forward.

"Cousin! We did it!"

Yang Jian nodded, and after confirming that Xiao Yuan was safe, he immediately led the two to the house where his father's portrait was located.

The three of them instantly appeared in front of Yang Jian's father's portrait. Ghost Eye stared intently at the portrait, fearing that something else might happen.

He stepped forward and looked at Yang Xiao's portrait. He looked exactly the same as before and resembled Yang Jian by about seven or eight points.

Yang Jian dared not dismember the portrait with a wood-chopping knife, as he was unsure whether the consciousness of this type of vengeful ghost would suffer a backlash if it were dismembered.

He had no way to restore his consciousness, so faced with this level of supernatural phenomenon, Yang Jian chose a more prudent approach.

He opened the gold body bag he was carrying and put all the items on the table, including the portrait, into it.

"Yang Jian, why are you only just getting back? Keep your voice down, your aunt is already asleep."

Wang Shanshan opened the door and walked in. She had a strange feeling for Yang Jian. She sensed Yang Jian immediately after he returned to Meishan Village.

"Something came up and I was held up. Has anything strange happened in Meishan Village tonight?"

"Strange things? No, nothing."

Wang Shanshan shook her head.

"Many staff members came before, but left after they couldn't find Xiaoyuan."

Wang Shanshan walked towards the small garden as she spoke.

"Xiaoyuan, after this is all over, come back to Dachang City with us and let Yang Jian find a doctor to give you a proper check-up."

Yang Jian turned to Lin Bei and said, "You stay at the village entrance for one night, and we'll leave the next day."

Lin Bei nodded and immediately went downstairs towards the village entrance.

Yang Jian pulled up a stool and sat in the center of the room, intending to stay there until dawn.

Wang Shanshan glanced at Yang Jian with concern. She didn't know what Yang Jian had gone through that night, and then pulled Xiao Yuan away from the room.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The ghost hand gripped the woodcutter's knife tightly, its body flashing a deep crimson light, filling the entire Meishan Village with a red glow, as if it were within Yang Jian's ghostly domain.

The sky was gradually brightening when suddenly a rooster crowed, breaking the silence of Meishan Village.

Gradually, sparse footsteps could be heard on the roads of Meishan Village, as some early-rising villagers had already gotten up and were preparing to go to work in the fields.

Yang Jian stood up, and the red light receded from all directions. He picked up the body bag and went downstairs.

Xiaoyuan had said that if they couldn't kill the ghost before dawn, they would die. But now that it's dawn, it means that the vengeful ghost that pulled Yang Jian into his dream is in the body bag.

Wang Shanshan, holding Xiaoyuan's hand, had been waiting outside the gate for a long time.

At this moment, a car drove into the village and stopped in front of Yang Jian's old house. The person in the lead was a capable middle-aged man.

(End of this chapter)