Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 58 The Chaotic Market

"Yang Jian, what's wrong? Did everyone disturb you?"

Wang Shanshan came out of the house and stood beside Yang Jian, asking softly.

Yang Jian shook his head. In truth, he really enjoyed the idea of ​​everyone sitting together and chatting casually, just like before. However, the shadow of the vengeful ghost was like a sword of Damocles, preventing him from calming down and enjoying it all.

Yang Jian tried to speak in a gentle tone: "No, it's just some work-related stuff. You should go out more often like today. It's rare for everyone to get together like this. Go back now."

At the dinner table, everyone was happy, but Zhang Wei and Xiong Wenwen were arguing fiercely, showing concern for each other's families.

Zhang Liqin and Wang Shanshan chatted about some interesting things that had happened at the company recently, while Jiang Yan kept pestering Yang Jian to go out to the lantern festival.
A firework illuminated the night sky, and everyone at the dinner table looked at the blooming firework, their eyes filled with joy.

The light shone into everyone's eyes, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.

It's just unknown whether these people will be there again for the next such reunion. This world is gradually dying, with vengeful ghosts running rampant, and those who are tainted by the supernatural face the risk of death every moment.

Time always flies. After dinner, Wang Shanshan was called over by her parents to join the family reunion. Zhang Liqin finished clearing the table and was washing dishes in the kitchen. Zhang Wei plopped down in his luxurious private room and started playing games.

Jiang Yan, standing beside Yang Jian, linked arms with him and said, "Yang Jian, come with me for a walk. You've finally had a break, you should relax a bit. I know a market that's really lively."

Yang Jian nodded, not refusing Jiang Yan as usual. Since the out-of-control incident in Dajing City, he seemed to have never stopped, and the sudden free time made him feel a little lost.

When Jiang Yan saw that Yang Jian had agreed, she jumped up like a child with joy.

"Great!"

"Wait!" Xiong Wenwen suddenly jumped between the two, hands on her hips, and said, "I want to go too!"

Jiang Yan immediately pushed Xiong Wenwen aside. She didn't want this ill-tempered child to disturb her time alone with Yang Jian.

"Little brat, stay home and I'll ask your brother Zhang Wei to take you to play games."

Xiong Wenwen shook off Jiang Yan's hand, pointed at Yang Jian and Jiang Yan, and said, "I'm going! I'm going to keep an eye on you two! To prevent Yang Jian from messing around behind my mother's back!"

"Flirting?!" Jiang Yan's mouth dropped open, then she immediately bristled like a cat and shouted, "What do you mean by 'flirting'! I'm Yang Jian's girlfriend, okay?!"

Just as the two were arguing, Yang Jian pushed open the door, walked out, looked up at the bright night sky, where there were no clouds and the crescent moon was clearly visible in the sky.

"Stop arguing, let's go together."

Seeing that Yang Jian had already left, the two immediately jogged after him, walking on either side of him.

In the bustling market, red lanterns hung high, couplets covered the stalls, and crowds thronged the area.

Jiang Yan, holding Yang Jian's hand, stopped in front of a stall, her eyes filled with undisguised excitement.

"Yang Jian! Look, this little snake doll is so cute!" Jiang Yan picked up a red snake doll, her face full of smiles.

"Please, auntie, stop making such a fuss." Xiong Wenwen grabbed two toy machine guns from somewhere and, imitating the poses from a shooting game, fired them left and right, striking various poses in front of the crowd.

"These guns are actually cuter!"

Jiang Yan turned around and glared at him, annoyed. "Little brat, have you ever seen such a beautiful auntie like me? You should call me 'older sister,' you know?"

Xiong Wenwen raised an eyebrow, held up her toy gun and "aimed" at Jiang Yan, looking her up and down: "She's nowhere near as good as my mom."

Yang Jian stood stiffly to the side, uttering a chilling voice: "Indeed."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan immediately became displeased, put her hands on her hips, and glared at Yang Jian: "Yang Jian! How could you speak up for him? You don't actually like married women, do you?"

"it's the same."

"Everything is the same?" Jiang Yan was a little confused.

"Just a pile of meat," Yang Jian said calmly.

His cold eyes stared at the bustling crowd, his stiff limbs creating an unsettling atmosphere. Yang Jian, resembling a corpse, seemed completely out of place in this lively market. Jiang Yan stared at Yang Jian, stunned, as if only now belatedly realizing the complete change in him. She had known Yang Jian for so long, but had only met him a handful of times.

She didn't know when it started, but every time they met, Yang Jian seemed to lose a bit of his human presence. Unconsciously, the Yang Jian she remembered, the one in the security guard uniform who used to scare her, had gradually faded away.

His gaze briefly showed sadness, but he quickly recovered and smiled at Yang Jian, saying, "No matter what, you are still my hero. Let's go, let's go for a walk ahead!"

Xiong Wenwen's voice came from behind: "Hey! Yang Jian! Can you pay for this for me? I don't have any money on me!"

But what the three of them didn't know was that on the other side of the market, horror was unfolding.

Panicked people scattered and fled, with more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground. A faint stench of decay filled the air; it was cold and damp.

A pale-faced young man stood in the crowd, directing the chaotic crowd around him.

"Don't move! Try not to make any noise!"

Cao Yang held a pistol in his hand, which was meant to intimidate the chaotic crowd, but it seemed to have little effect, with only a very small number of people obeying his commands.

Just as Cao Yang was anxiously trying to stabilize the situation, a dark figure suddenly appeared in the chaotic crowd. It stood mechanically behind a woman, and with the appearance of this ghost, the stench of corpses in the air became even stronger.

He stiffly raised his arm, his withered fingers reaching towards the woman's shoulder.

In that brief moment of contact, the woman's body suddenly stiffened, her eyes glazed over, and a strange look of bewilderment appeared on her face.

The next second, her skin was quickly covered with dark lividity, spreading from her face to her limbs.

With a "thud," the woman fell straight down and remained motionless.

Upon seeing this, Cao Yang immediately took out a satellite phone and said, "There are too many ordinary people... Connect me to the nearest person in charge via satellite phone, I need support."

"Understood! The satellite phone connection to Ghost Eye Yang's room has been established!"

Cao Yang immediately said, "Yang Jian, this is Cao Yang. There's an emergency here..."

"I've already seen it, get to the point."

Yang Jian held a satellite phone in his hand and stood in front of Xiong Wenwen and Jiang Yan, observing the chaotic scene in the distance.

Cao Yang immediately realized that Yang Jian was nearby and said:

"It seems to be a sound. The ghost always appears in the crowd where the sound is coming from, and the ordinary people who are not making a sound are not killed."

"A sound?" Yang Jian led the two forward.

As Yang Jian moved, he saw a young man dressed as a person in charge, holding a pistol and directing the crowd.

Cao Yang also noticed Yang Jian at the same time, stiffly turning around. He seemed to be completely consumed by the vengeful ghost, a hoarse voice escaping his throat:

“Captain Yang, my ghost domain is quite special and cannot accommodate such a large number of ordinary people. Use your ghost domain to isolate them, otherwise the number of people dying will only increase.”

Yang Jian did not respond, standing silently in place without taking any action, but carefully observing the terrified crowd scattering.

The dark figure appeared and disappeared intermittently, but Yang Jian keenly noticed that the ghost always appeared in the place where the sound was the loudest.

With each time the vengeful ghost raises its hand, an ordinary person dies instantly.

Cao Yang looked at Yang Jian, understanding his reasons for acting this way. Cao Yang wasn't a saint like Tong Qian; he knew what using the power of a vengeful spirit meant—each use brought him one step closer to death.
On the contrary, Yang Jian's current approach is correct. Although it is cruel and cold, the dense crowd provides the two with enough time to observe.

In paranormal events, intelligence is key. Once the patterns of the vengeful ghost's killings are deciphered, effective countermeasures can be developed to imprison it.

Acting rashly might inadvertently trigger the vengeful spirit's killing patterns, putting oneself at risk.

Thinking of this, Cao Yang stopped talking and began to observe the chaotic crowd with Yang Jian.

(End of this chapter)