Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 62 Zhang Jun
In the city center of a foreign country.

The air was thick with heat, the entire city twisted and burned in flames, and the outlines of distant skyscrapers became blurred under the intense heat.

A man is suspended in mid-air between two skyscrapers.

His dark red kasaya fluttered in the heat and wind, and three large characters were embroidered in gold thread on the lapel.

Dalu City.

The man's face was ashen and lifeless, and his empty eyes showed no emotion.

He swung the long stick in his hand, creating a beautiful flourish, then steadily placed it across his shoulder, his hands casually resting on either end, his gaze looking down at an old woman below.

"What a sorry sight," the man said slowly, his voice deep and muffled.

"Did you get so angry because you tried to change the world order for your own selfish interests, only to be outmaneuvered by Wang Xiaoming?"

On the ground was a terrifying old woman, her face covered with deep wrinkles, wearing an old-fashioned European dress, looking lifeless, like a corpse.

She opened her mouth and let out a sharp voice: "Zhang Jun... I think you should explain why that so-called Reform Society was able to easily infiltrate there and start this fire, causing the deaths of so many innocent people."

"Are you getting senile?!"

A muffled thud exploded, and a dark, pale blue light spread rapidly from Zhang Jun's center, causing the surrounding temperature to drop abruptly and large swaths of flames to be instantly suppressed and dispersed.

Zhang Jun continued, "A bunch of vengeful ghosts in human skin can say such things. If the Ark Project were to be implemented, the number of deaths would be far more than just this."

"Is that so..." The old man revealed an extremely ugly and eerie smile.

"It seems you already know the plan. Today I'll give you two choices: join us, or die right now."

Zhang Jun stared intently at the old woman blocking his way.

His withered face and lifeless eyes showed no trace of human life; he even suspected that the old woman was a ghost.

The paranormal community abroad is completely different from that in China. Some old information about the paranormal has been passed down, and methods that were originally impossible have been transformed into some extremely dangerous and alternative ways of controlling the paranormal by this group of crazy people.

The old woman in front of us is one of the most representative examples.

Although no vengeful ghost has resurrected, her consciousness has been deeply corrupted by the supernatural, and her behavior is approaching that of a vengeful ghost. She no longer possesses much of the consciousness of a living person.

Zhang Jun sensed something, raised his head, and looked at the top of the building next to him, but there was nothing there.

But Zhang Jun continued, "You three think you can stop me? You're courting death."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark figure appeared out of thin air on the previously empty rooftop of the building, shrouded in thick black fog, making it impossible to see his face.

Not just this one person, but a black and white figure suddenly appeared on the reflective glass of the building, as if it were projected by some kind of projection device. This person was extremely strange, as if he did not exist in reality, but was just an image, yet he was able to affect reality.

The stick on his shoulder slowly moved down, pointing at the dark figure at the top of the building.

"I'll attack you first and smash your head in."

Then he turned to look at the old woman on the ground.

"At the same time, I will keep you here. After I kill that person, I will step on the face of that person inside the glass and walk out of here."

"If you don't believe me, feel free to try it."

At this moment, another voice suddenly rang out, with a thick foreign accent: "Of course we believe that Mr. Zhang is fully capable of this."

"Four?"

Zhang Jun's expression changed, and he instantly turned gloomy.

Looking coldly around, it was clear that the operation to capture him was well-prepared. The people present were not ordinary ghost tamers; each of them was a core member of the King's Organization, equivalent to a captain in China.

"No, wait, there's someone else..."

At this moment, Zhang Jun felt a strong sense of crisis and unease.

Looking up into the distance, the colors of the surrounding flames had become unusually vibrant, as if painted by an invisible brush, the colors extremely eerie.

'Let's get this over with quickly, we can't drag this out any longer.' The next second.

"Thump—thump!"

A deep, resonant heartbeat echoed throughout the area.

For Zhang Jun and the entire world, it seemed as if their heartbeats had stopped.

However, he seemed to be able to resist this strange supernatural attack and regained his mobility first.

Its entire body, a chilling deep blue, stretched into a straight line as it charged straight toward the old woman on the ground.

A hint of panic flickered in the old woman's eyes. She could still think, but the vengeful spirit within her was completely unable to move.

Just then, a large hole suddenly opened up in the ground, and a cold, withered hand shot out from the dark opening, directly piercing through Zhang Jun's ghost domain and grabbing his ankle tightly.

Then, a second, a third, and in just a moment, countless hands covered the entire thigh.

Zhang Jun reacted extremely quickly. A cold white mist emerged from his body and quickly covered his legs. The arms withered and fell off the moment they came into contact with the mist.

But it was this brief gap that allowed the old woman to create distance between herself and Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun's face turned cold. His first attack had been stopped, but he did not stop. His figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Thump—thump!"

With the sound of a second heartbeat, Zhang Jun reappeared between the two buildings, as if his attack had never happened.

He raised the old stick in his hand and, with overwhelming force, struck the figure on the roof who was shrouded in black mist.

All of this happened so fast that no one had time to react. This exaggerated and supernatural phenomenon, resembling time reversal, left the King's Organization members present stunned in place.

The man standing on the rooftop was codenamed 'Manor Owner,' and the black, mist-like aura beside him was his Ghost Domain.

At this moment, from his perspective, a massive, sky-covering staff was descending from above, carrying countless cries of agony, about to strike his head, with no way to avoid it.

In that instant, he had only one thought in his mind.

will die!

Suddenly, the building where the manor owner was standing receded rapidly, as if the whole world had been stretched out. The distance between the manor owner and Zhang Jun was constantly increasing, even exceeding the speed at which the stick fell.

The two people's positions are being altered by some terrifying supernatural force, and are being extended indefinitely.

At the same time, the black and white figure outside the building's glass window moved.

He gently raised his arm, ignoring the seemingly infinite distance, and his palm appeared on Zhang Jun's body in a projection, firmly grasping Zhang Jun's right arm that was holding the stick.

A sudden sense of loss of control washed over Zhang Jun. He looked down and realized that his legs had somehow sunk into the ground, as if countless cold hands were pulling him down into the earth.

Zhang Jun tried to break free, but he was surprised to find that he had no control over his body at all.

His entire waist was compressed into a thin line the thickness of a finger, as if something was tightly binding him, trying to cut him in two.

Looking at the old woman not far away, he realized that the changes in his own body were exactly the same as the old dress the woman was wearing.

In that life-or-death moment, Zhang Jun did not panic, but calmly analyzed the situation before him.

'My body is out of control, my legs are pinned down, and I can't feel anything in my right hand.'

'His left hand can still move; he can escape as long as he kills one person...'

There's still a chance!

Without any hesitation, Zhang Jun raised his left hand and plunged it into his heart.

But in that instant, Zhang Jun saw that the dark figure on the roof was holding a coffin nail in his hand.

(End of this chapter)