Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 66 First Battle (Part 1)

At the same time that all the team leaders successfully entered the foreign country.

Domestically, DJI City.

At the exit of an international airport, four people wearing heavy trench coats walked out.

The four people's movements were very strange. Their walking posture was stiff, and from a distance they looked like four corpses, which was extremely eerie.

The four people stopped after walking to an open space. One of them took out his phone, looked at it, and made a hoarse sound.

"It has been confirmed within the organization that the captains have arrived, and our operation has just avoided the time difference with them."

“Very good.” An old woman nodded, and one could vaguely see from inside her coat that she was wearing an old European-style dress.

He turned to the person beside him and said, "Tailor, how much longer will it take to set up your medium? Before we reach headquarters, we can't use supernatural abilities to expose our whereabouts during this secret infiltration."

The man called the tailor looked up, and four pale white threads were emerging from his fingers, drifting into the distance.

The skin on his face bulged out like loose threads, making his entire face look as if it had been stitched together with countless fine threads, which was quite gruesome.

He began, "About five minutes. This country is too vast; I need some time."

Another elderly man wearing a monocle spoke up: "No rush, take your time. We deliberately chose this city to infiltrate, so that you have plenty of time to extend your reach."

DJI City is sparsely populated, and these four members of the Kings organization chose to infiltrate the country from here to avoid being noticed. They planned to use their supernatural abilities to enter the headquarters silently and catch the headquarters off guard while the captain was away.

In winter, snowflakes were constantly falling in DJI City. There were hardly any people outside the airport, with only one or two cars occasionally driving by. No one noticed anything unusual about the four of them.

A kilometer away from the four people, there was no snow. A winding road snaked through the mountains, with streetlights on both sides dimly illuminating the ground.

A figure sat on one of the streetlights, dressed in distinctive local clothing, the kind commonly seen in DJI.

Through the dim streetlights, one could vaguely make out the person's face. His grayish-black skin looked like some kind of stone, and his whole body was stiff. Unlike the stiffness of a corpse, this person looked more like a stone.

The man held a satellite phone in his hand, raised his arm, and made a 'crack' sound as if stones were rubbing together; he was about to speak.

Suddenly, a strong stench of corpses filled the air, and a chill ran down his spine. Just as the man was about to turn around, a withered hand shot out and grabbed the satellite phone from his hand, brushing against his face.

The man reacted incredibly quickly, turning around to dodge the attacking hand. But just then, a strange, thin line flashed past his eyes, heading straight for his head.

He suddenly bent down, and the thin thread almost grazed his hair. The man barely dodged the strange thread, but before he could make a further move, a sharp pain shot through his arm.

"Sizzle—"

A piercing cutting sound rang in my ears, and my arm fell to the ground, shattering into black lumps like small pebbles. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be chunks of flesh that emitted a foul stench.

The man clutched his severed arm, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Looking at the figure in the shadows not far away, he said:

"You should at least say hello before coming to my territory. What's with telling me to take my arm right away?"

The old woman behind the man stared at him and slowly said, "Aili, the person in charge of DJI City."

"You've investigated my information very thoroughly."

Despite having lost an arm, the man remained calm and quickly assessed the situation.

The man codenamed "Tailor" emerged from the shadows. He seemed to have no intention of wasting words, stiffly raising his arm and pointing at Eric. The fleshy strips on his fingers stretched into thin lines that floated in the air, precisely targeting Eric's position.

Aili's face turned cold, and he reached out with one hand to grab the void, forcefully tearing these cold, dark threads apart.

"Come again? You're opening a restaurant under my management."

The tailor ignored him and instead looked at the old woman, saying, "The intermediary has been completed, and the two of them are already on their way. Leave this to me."

The old woman nodded, reached out and touched the thin line beside her. Her body immediately seemed to be stuck to the line, and she was pulled away into the distance in a cataclysmic motion.

Eric frowned as he watched the elderly woman in the Western-style dress disappear into the distance; it was heading in the direction of Dajing City. With the satellite phone destroyed and an enemy blocking his path, he couldn't afford to be distracted.

"I'm talking to you. Did you leave your vocal cords at home?"

"You talk too much nonsense."

The tailor took off his heavy coat, and only then could Eric see the person in front of him clearly.

The entire body was made up of thin, thread-like strips of flesh, which, layer upon layer, formed the shape of a foreign man and looked utterly disgusting.

Through the gaps between the threads, one could see that a mummified corpse was curled up inside the body. There was a small hole in the back of the corpse, and the threads were coming out of the hole.

We can't linger here any longer.

The tailor, intending to finish quickly, reached into his chest and ripped the strip of flesh wrapped around his heart.

His actions seemed to trigger some terrifying medium, and at that moment, a continuous drizzle began to fall from the sky.

"rain?"

Eric looked up at the sky.

"wrong.."

He reached out and caught the falling object. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was countless white threads, thinner than a human hair.

The tailor's body convulsed as he continued to tear at the strips of flesh from his chest. The curled-up, desiccated corpse inside him slowly opened its eyes. The empty pupils were pitch black, and one could vaguely see something wriggling inside the corpse.

The lines in front of me grew denser and denser, weaving together into an impenetrable curtain of rain.

Aili looked coldly at the tailor.

"We can't let him keep going like this."

Without any hesitation, he pulled out a totem made of a finger from his bag and was about to rush forward.

However, without any warning, the tailor suddenly disappeared.

Alison sensed something was wrong and immediately turned around to be on guard. Thin threads were already hanging all over his body. He felt the coolness coming from the threads and frowned.

The ground beneath his feet had turned into a gray-black gravel road. This was his ghost domain, but it was useless at the moment. Thin lines of light were falling from the sky as if they were free.

"Ok?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a fleeting glimpse of a shadow.

Suddenly turning his head, amidst the continuous rain of threads, a terrifying figure loomed in and out. This figure was completely different from the tailor's, and these threads were actually weaving a ghost!
Just as Aili was about to make a move, the figure slowly disappeared again.

Just then, Eric suddenly realized something.

She raised her hand to take off the clothes covered in loose threads.

But it was too late. The thin threads on her body tightened instantly, and an arm made of thread suddenly pinched her.

His neck was being tightly strangled, and countless threads were burrowing into his skin, quickly piercing and stitching. Eric felt as if he was being woven into this continuous rain of threads.

Struggling to raise his hand, he patted the tailor's arm hard, as if he had something else to say.

The tailor's face was blank, with only countless strips of flesh slowly writhing. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Any last words?"

Eric caught his breath and said, "Friend...fighting is fighting...give us some air."

"court death!"

He suddenly exerted force, intending to strangle Ali to death on the spot.

(End of this chapter)