Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 77 First Battle (Thirteen)
It was as if Yang Jian was born with this talent, an infuriatingly sensitive talent when it came to the supernatural.

In peacetime, such talent might lead to an unknown life, but in this era teeming with vengeful ghosts, it is the key to survival. Yang Jian and Wang Xiaoming are among the best of these kinds of people.
Yang Jian paused for a moment and looked around.

"Based on intelligence from headquarters, it can be determined that there are three individuals within the King's Organization with such capabilities."

The machete pointed steadily at Wang Xiaoming, who was talking to himself. "Scenes that repeat like a projector."

He turned to look at the dog.

"A supernatural creation that exists only in dreams."

Then, Yang Jian pointed to a thin thread on the dog's neck. The thread looked like muscle pulled from a corpse and was connected to a swollen red balloon in mid-air.

"A red balloon that appeared out of nowhere."

“The projectionist, the nightmare, the clown, I don’t think they can completely suppress me. If I’m not mistaken, pulling me and Shen Lin into this space is the limit of what they can do.”

Yang Jian paused for a moment, then pointed at Liu San: "You were just dragged into this space along with them. The only people they really want to restrict are me and Shen Lin, but this increases their burden, and at the same time, it is our opportunity."

After listening to Yang Jian's analysis, Shen Lin and Liu San's eyes flickered slightly. Yang Jian's intuition in paranormal events was too sharp, even abnormal. Even when facing a paranormal attack from three captains, Yang Jian was still able to quickly analyze the enemy's paranormal logic and accurately pinpoint the key points of the problem.

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice:

"The fact that we can use our own supernatural abilities means that the other party cannot completely suppress the three of us. At most, they can only trap our consciousness. Wang Chaling and Li Jun should still be with us."

Liu San immediately understood Yang Jian's meaning. "They're probably under attack as well, so this is a race against time."

"Whichever side wins first, they can immediately step back to help the other side eliminate the enemy. However, if one side loses first, the other side will suffer a more devastating attack."

Shen Lin nodded.

"That's right, we need to act quickly."

With the axe already in his hand, Shen Lin's figure gradually disappeared into the surrounding dark void.

“My ghost is special. I have my own methods here. Liu San, leave me a paper figure.”

On the lunar surface, everything was covered in grayish-white dust. Wang Chaling looked at three stiff figures not far away.

"That's right, just as I said, it's a race against time. Whichever side wins first, the situation will turn around instantly."

Li Jun listened quietly, his body wreathed in deep green flames.

The moment Wang Chaling stepped onto the moon, he noticed that Yang Jian, Liu San, and Shen Lin were completely still.

Based on the current situation, Wang Chaling quickly analyzed the King's organization's intentions.

But by the time he realized this, it was too late.

Two terrifying figures stood on a distant hillside; the King's Organization clearly wasn't going to give Wang Chaling any more time to think.

Even in Li Jun's ghost realm, within this vacuum-like environment, a strong stench of corpses permeated the air.

Wang Chaling immediately turned to Li Jun and said, "Li Jun, protect Yang Jian and the others. They don't need to hold out for too long. The battles between supernatural beings are often extremely rapid. Once they are free, they can immediately help the two of us out of this predicament."

Li Jun nodded silently. After the collision between his own Ghost Domain and Yang Jian's, his condition was extremely poor. However, he still walked in front of Yang Jian, intending to use his body to block the next attack.

"boom!"

In the ghost realm, a gunshot suddenly rang out.

Wang Chaling raised his hand and grabbed, but an old man behind him did the same at the same time, suddenly extending his withered hand and catching the high-speed bullet in his grasp. "A long-range type..."

He opened his palm and looked at it; it was a small piece of rotting human tissue, still emitting thick black smoke.

"A ghost? But it's been completely suppressed."

He casually tossed it aside and strode forward.

"Li Jun, I will do my best to hold those two off, but I can't guarantee that I can stop them 100% of the time."

Li Jun's face was now completely charred, but his voice came from the flames: "Go ahead and do it. Even if I die, I will die before those three."

"Understood, then I'll get started."

After speaking, a woman's figure slowly merged with Wang Chaling's, and then Wang Chaling's figure flickered and disappeared from the spot in an instant. It didn't seem like a ghost realm, but rather like another way of using supernatural power.

At this moment, the two members of the King's Organization on the other side were observing the situation.

A foreigner wearing a cowboy hat had a look of shock on his face.

"That's outrageous! He caught that bullet with one hand!"

A short, stout man with hands covered in putrid mud said, "Keep calm. All we need to do is stall him. Intelligence indicates that Wang Chaling is just an ordinary person. In this vacuum environment, as long as Li Jun is killed, he will die immediately."

The cowboy nodded, then picked up a mud-covered hunting rifle and reloaded it.

Just then, a terrifying voice came from behind them.

"Really? It seems you're not planning on coming."

Their pupils contracted, and they turned around abruptly almost simultaneously. Wang Chaling's terrifying face was staring intently at them.

They hadn't experienced fear in a long time, but at this moment, a chilling sensation shot from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads. Wang Chaling was so close to them, yet they were completely unaware of it.

The two were unable to move at this moment, and a stench of decay quickly spread from the two old men behind Wang Chaling. The smell was extremely eerie, carrying a chilling aura of the dying.

Just then, a banknote slowly floated down from mid-air, with a 'three' written on it in a distorted way. However, the banknote did not seem to be complete; the other side looked as if it had been pieced together from human skin.

As the banknote landed, the two elderly people behind Wang Chaling froze, momentarily stunned.

Taking advantage of the opening, the gravedigger and the cowboy simultaneously disappeared into the distance.

The cowboy's fear hadn't faded: "Those two old men were terrifying. If the banker had been a second later, we would both be dead."

The gravedigger's face was expressionless, indicating that he had been deeply corrupted by the vengeful ghost; one could even say that he himself was a ghost.

“Go and kill Li Jun. Once his ghost domain disappears, Wang Chaling won’t live long here.”

Cowboy Hat nodded, picked up his shotgun, and ran quickly toward Li Jun. He dared not use Ghost Domain to get there; Wang Chaling was right there, and the pressure on him was too immense. He dared not gamble that Wang Chaling would be the first to kill him the moment Ghost Domain was activated.

"Ghost money?"

Wang Chaling looked at the banknote on the ground. He had seen this type of supernatural item before, but it was much more complete in shape than this one.

"The intelligence shows that you are very knowledgeable. You are right, this is indeed ghost money."

Across from him, a man carrying an old-fashioned safe stared blankly at Wang Chaling, a seven-yuan bill clutched in his hand.

(End of this chapter)