Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 78 First Battle (XIV)
"And the effect?" Wang Chaling remained calm and stood there staring at the man.

"The supernatural aspects of ghost money can vary greatly depending on the medium involved. If you're just buying your life, I don't think you can last long."

A chilling smile crept across the banker's lips.

"You'll know if you try it."

Wang Chaling glanced in the direction of the cowboy hat, but he didn't stop them. Facing multiple kings at once, he dared not be presumptuous.

He crouched down and picked up the banknote from the ground, but it mysteriously appeared in the hand of the terrifying old man behind him. With a flick of his wrist, the banknote instantly turned into fragments and fell to the ground. Wang Chaling said:

"There's no need to waste time. We're facing the same situation now. You believe your teammates will win, and I have absolute confidence in my teammates as well."

He stood up and looked at the gravedigger who was approaching.

"Your judgment is correct. You should defeat Li Jun, the weakest among us, and then join forces to attack me. However, your humanity has been extinguished too much, which has led to the failure of your plan."

Looking at the distant green fire, Wang Chaling continued, "Li Jun isn't like us. He won't back down. I think that guy in the cowboy hat probably doesn't want to face a resurrected ghost either."

"Damn it..." The banker immediately turned to look at the approaching cowboy hat.

"Tell him to come back!"

However, in that instant of distraction, Wang Chaling appeared in front of him in a flash.

"court death!"

Wrinkled sheets of yellow paper floated out of the darkness and passed straight through the red balloon.

"We can't make contact. It seems they don't intend to fight us directly; they're just trapping us here."

Liu San looked down at the large, robust black dog.

"Captain Yang, this dog..."

"My dad raised it."

"Your father?"

Liu San gave Yang Jian a strange look.

Yang Jian did not respond, staring expressionlessly at a thin line on the dog's neck, an almost imperceptible line extending from the black dog's neck and connecting to the bright red balloon.

"A medium? Try a machete."

The crimson light shone on Yang Jian's pale face.

He raised the machete and gently chopped at the thin thread. A strange thing happened: there was no sensation, no resistance. The machete sliced ​​straight through the thread as if it didn't exist at all.

A machete can trigger a medium, but there is no reaction even though direct contact is impossible.

The crimson ghost eye on his forehead darted around uneasily, and Yang Jian frowned slightly as he looked at the thin line.

"I have a guess, but it might be a misjudgment."

On Shen Lin's side, he was carrying an axe, walking through a world of illusory, shattered light and shadow. A faint stench of decay permeated the surroundings, as if a corpse had been following him.
Stop and look down at the ground.

The ground seemed not to exist. No, it wasn't that it 'didn't exist,' but rather that Shen Lin couldn't understand what he was standing on.

With each step Shen Lin took, the scene before him would abruptly change, even more so with just a turn of his head, the surrounding environment would shift eerily.

It felt as if he were in a movie, with someone constantly switching the scenes in front of him.

"Memories...or dreams?"

Shen Lin was recalling what Yang Jian had just said.

"The recurring scene is a supernatural phenomenon that only exists in dreams." He raised his hand, lifted the axe, and slowly brought it down. A dull tearing sound rang out, but the constantly changing light and shadow in front of him were completely unaffected, still appearing and disappearing abruptly.

"This cannot be analyzed from a conventional perspective. Under such circumstances, there might be some deeper connection between the kings, similar to the fusion of the ghost realms between Yang Jian and Li Jun?"

A rich red light shone through, and Yang Jian and Liu San stood within it.

"The fact that we haven't been attacked yet means that trapping us is indeed the limit of what they can do."

Liu San stiffly raised his hand and reached out towards the balloon. This time, Liu San used the old corpse inside his body.

However, the same thing happened again. The hand passed right through it, and then Liu San slowly squatted down and reached out his hand towards the big black dog lying on the ground.

The black dog didn't react at all, as if it couldn't sense the presence of the two people. Even when Liu San's hand touched its sharp fangs, it remained motionless.

Liu San stared at the black dog.

"The dog can truly feel the balloon, but it can't touch it. Perhaps it doesn't actually exist here, but we can see it."

He stood up and looked at Yang Jian.

"There is a possibility that we are in multiple dreams, and we and this balloon may not be on the same level."

Yang Jian listened in silence for a few seconds, then shook his head slightly.

"If it's multiple dreams, then it means that someone can suppress us while also pulling us into a deeper level of the supernatural."

Yang Jian paused, as if organizing his thoughts.

"The existence of this dog itself is that of a terrifyingly powerful ghost. It's impossible for anyone to suppress the three of us while simultaneously pulling us into a deeper level of the supernatural..."

This dog is practically the Ghost Dream itself. This level of supernatural power makes it extremely difficult to even suppress Yang Jian, let alone bypass it to attack him.

Yang Jian walked over to the vicious dog, squatted down, and gently placed his hand on its head.

"But you're half right. This balloon isn't on the same level as us, which is why there's no medium here to reach it."

"But this dog has always been in my mind, and its presence here is the best clue."

The scarlet ghost eyes slowly rotated.

"But a crucial piece of information is still missing."

Suddenly, Liu San pointed at the dog and said, "Yang Jian, this dog moved."

From Yang Jianliu's and his companion's perspective, the large black dog, which had been lying motionless, suddenly slowly stood up.

A strange thing happened, as the black dog got up.

The large black dog's head suddenly disappeared by a small part, the cut looking as if it had been cut with a ruler. There was no trace of blood on the missing part, only a pitch-black cross-section.

Then, as the black dog moved, the disappeared part suddenly reappeared, as if the previous cross-section had never existed.

As the black dog's movements changed, parts of its body kept disappearing and reappearing abruptly. This bizarre misalignment created an unusually nauseating and uncomfortable feeling.

Looking at the strange phenomenon before him, Liu San asked, "Has it been attacked?"

Yang Jian stared intently at the large black dog in front of him, its shape constantly changing. Suddenly, a startling possibility occurred to him, and he spoke up:
"It wasn't attacked; it's fighting against this space. But this action gave me a clue, and I understand..."

At this moment, Shen Lin's voice came from behind Liu San, interrupting Yang Jian's words.

"Different dimensions; that dog exists in three dimensions."

(End of this chapter)