Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 81 First Battle (Seventeen)
On the far side of the moon, the light was unusually dim, and the group stopped in front of a huge crater.

In this vacuum environment, contrary to common sense, there was a strong stench of corpses.

It was a pitch-black flame.

It was cold and devoid of warmth, an absolute blackness that could not even refract light. Looking around, all you could see were black flames; nothing else could be seen.

This is a kind of black that is difficult for humans to understand, like the absolute emptiness and void of the other eye when one eye is closed.

Amidst this eerie black fire, a corpse dressed in the clothes of the person in charge hangs silently in mid-air, with a rusty coffin nail driven into its forehead.

"Li Jun is dying. The previous method of merging with the ghost realm won't work anymore. We need to find another way to retrieve his body..."

A paper figure was supporting Li Jun's charred and mangled body. Even Liu San's yellow paper could not completely cover Li Jun, who was about to recover.

Looking at the blackness before him, Wang Chaling's face turned grave. He said, "Even headquarters has no information about this black fire. Now that the King has evacuated, we have enough time to analyze this fire. I don't think we should rush things."

I agree with you.

Shen Lin stood at the very front. This black fire was impossible to even observe, let alone touch. To rashly make contact with such a supernatural phenomenon was tantamount to suicide.

Yang Jian kept observing the pitch-black flames, his unease revealed by the ghost eye rotating on his forehead, even the ghost eye could not see through the black flames.

The strange burning sensation he had just experienced kept Yang Jian from feeling at ease. His intuition told him that if he didn't act quickly, what would happen next would be terrible.

However, to retrieve the corpse, one must come into contact with the black fire; there are no other shortcuts.

When faced with paranormal events, the most direct and seemingly clumsy methods are often the most effective.

Contact, probe, analyze.

Without further hesitation, Yang Jian gripped the wood-chopping knife in his hand and said, "I can't wait any longer. Although there's no reason, I trust my intuition. I'm going to take action."

Everyone looked at Yang Jian. In their impression, Yang Jian was not the kind of person who would draw conclusions casually.

Whether it was the out-of-control incident in Dajing City or the king's attack in that two-dimensional space just now, Yang Jian's judgment has never been wrong. When faced with supernatural events, they can be said to have complete trust in Yang Jian's judgment.

Liu San said, "Do whatever you want, we'll support you anytime."

Shen Lin and Wang Chaling nodded in agreement.

Yang Jian stepped forward, and on the headless ghostly figure behind him, eight ghostly eyes suddenly opened and then slowly converged towards the center.

Faced with this eerie black fire, Yang Jian had no intention of holding back. He was going to directly activate the eighth level of the Ghost Domain and forcibly take Zhang Jun's corpse.

However, just as Yang Jian was about to take action, a sudden change occurred. The pitch-black flames in the deep pit abruptly went out of control and spread at an almost instantaneous speed.

No one had time to react, because Yang Jian's operation had not yet begun, and no one expected to be attacked at this time.

Just then, an out-of-control red light burst forth, about to collide with the oncoming black flames. However, something strange happened: the crimson light suddenly disappeared without even touching the black flames.

Yang Jian frowned, looking at the headless ghostly figure behind him. What had just happened sent chills down his spine. The eight hideous, scarlet eyeballs on the ghostly figure hadn't fully merged together yet. He hadn't even activated the eighth layer of his Ghost Domain. Where did that red light that belonged to his Ghost Domain just now come from?
Wang Chaling looked in their direction and asked, "Yang Jian, what happened?"

He had clearly seen a crimson color surge forth just now; that was Yang Jian's Ghost Domain, but it disappeared in an instant.

"It's not suppression, nor is it a restart; I haven't even begun..."

The scarlet ghost eye on its forehead darted around uneasily.

The red Yang Jian from earlier looked familiar; it was exactly the same aura emanating from his Ghost Eyes, but he hadn't actually activated the Eighth Layer Ghost Domain.

Moreover, the red light vanished into thin air before it even touched the black fire, as if it had been stripped of reality.

"Impossible, that black fire did indeed attack you."

Liu San spoke in a hoarse voice.

"However, unless the pattern of killing is triggered, a ghost will never attack a person on its own initiative."

Shen Lin looked at everyone. It seemed that one person was missing from their group. After coming out of that two-dimensional space, he couldn't remember who it was.

But now is not the time to think about that. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke:
“We’ve been standing together the whole time. If some unknown pattern of killing had been triggered, everyone should have been attacked, but only Yang Jian was.”

A deathly figure appeared in front of Wang Chaling, protecting him.

"Unless, one of your unconscious actions just now triggered a murder pattern, perhaps because of the intentional attack? Maybe the characteristics of this black fire are similar to the unsolvable suppression of ghost messengers, which is why your ghost eye was neutralized in an instant."

Something's not right...

Yang Jian stood quietly in place, the burning sensation in his ghost eyes growing stronger and stronger. He even felt pain at this moment. It was absolutely impossible for a ghost to feel pain.

At this moment, he felt a strange feeling that he couldn't explain. Yang Jian couldn't understand how this attack was effective. There was no warning, and he hadn't even started to act yet.

Suddenly, the chilling, burning sensation intensified, and Yang Jian only had time to shout:
"Watch out! The attack has begun!"

Before he could finish speaking, everyone was surprised to find that a cold, black flame suddenly appeared and spread wildly across Yang Jian's body.

The way this black flame appeared was so bizarre that it gave people the illusion that the black flame itself had always been there where Yang Jian was standing, and that Yang Jian's actions had made him 'stand on it'.

Almost instinctively, the intense red light surged instantly as Yang Jian attempted to restart himself, restoring his condition to before he was attacked by the black fire.

However, the same strange phenomenon occurred again: the intense red light vanished into thin air, as if the fact that it had just restarted had never happened.

Yang Jian's eyelids twitched: "Are you kidding me?! Disappeared?"

The black flames burned wildly, and even the headless, pitch-black ghostly figure behind them was covered by this even denser blackness.

It all happened so fast, in less than a second.

However, all the team leaders present reacted quickly. Liu San, who was closest to Yang Jian, took the lead and raised his hand, sending a yellowish-brown piece of paper fluttering towards Yang Jian.
(End of this chapter)