Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 88 The Squad (Part 3)

Zhang Han's expression changed; he wasn't sure if that thing was Cao Yang.

"Tong Qian, lock onto the location. Feng Quan, you and Xiong Wenwen go last and keep an eye on him."

Tong Qian immediately nodded, brushed aside one side of her hair, revealing a terrifying smile.

Then, the face opened its mouth and let out a piercing laugh. The terrifying laughter echoed throughout the dilapidated building, and gradually, as the sound reverberated, the laughter grew louder and more urgent.

Suddenly, the sound stopped.

Tong Qian pointed to a floor and said, "Found it, it's in that location."

"action!"

Zhang Han was the first to rush into the building.

Several figures followed closely behind, rushing between the stairs.

The group moved quickly and reached their target location in less than a minute. However, at a corner, Zhang Han, who was in the lead, suddenly stopped, causing him and the others behind him to collide.

Looking behind the glass of the fire door on this floor, half a pale face was clearly visible, with a sinister eyeball slanting towards the ground.

A patch of long, jet-black hair suddenly shot out from the middle of the group and wrapped around that face.

However, just as the black hair was about to touch it, the half of the pale face suddenly disappeared.

"behind!"

Feng Quan's voice rang out from the back of the group, and everyone turned around sharply at the same time.

Feng Quan reacted the fastest; he was very experienced and kept observing his surroundings.

The blackish-yellow soil beneath his feet spread out like a living thing, but the soil inside his body couldn't be too far away from him, otherwise it would easily cause the evil spirits inside him to lose their balance.

He shouted, "Zhang Han! Cooperate with me!"

Immediately, a hideous tattoo merged into the blackish-yellow soil, and the soil suddenly accelerated, rapidly covering the area behind it.

However, the same thing happened.

That half of the face disappeared abruptly again.

"Disappeared again?"

Zhang Han looked at the spot where half of the face had disappeared, his mind racing.

"Feng Quan, use Ghost Realm to lock onto its location. The terrain here is too narrow, and Tong Qian's two faces could easily injure teammates."

"understood."

After he finished speaking, a faint white mist emanated from Feng Quan's body, accompanied by a chilling stench of decay. The grayish-white mist rapidly spread, gradually enveloping the entire building.

Feng Quan raised his hand and pointed to the fire escape door in front of him.

"Straight ahead, behind the second door..."

"But something's not right. That ghost seems to have a ghostly aura, but it doesn't quite feel like one."

He frowned. The ghost's state was very strange. It appeared and disappeared in Feng Quan's ghost domain, as if it was always hiding from the ghost domain.

at this time.

"Pat-pat-pat"

A series of barefoot footsteps echoed from the depths of the thick fog.

Cold, dull, and repetitive.

A man's voice came from inside.

"Is this support from headquarters?"

The blurry figure slowly emerged from the thick fog, gradually becoming clearer.

Strangely, the figure was clearly wearing shoes, yet it made the sound of bare feet stepping on the floor.

A young man wearing the uniform of a person in charge.

Xiong Wenwen pointed at the young man and said, "Hey, I recognize you. Aren't you that guy?"

Zhang Han stared at the young man and recognized him at a glance.

"Cao Yang." "It's me..."

After confirming the other party's identity, my tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Cao Yang stiffly said, "Come with me. That ghost isn't a threat for now; it just wants to trap me here."

It seems he has used the power of the vengeful spirit too many times, and his condition is close to the point of recovery.

Inside a room covered with yellow paper.

Cao Yang leaned against the old table.

"That ghost seems to be deliberately luring me here..."

Tong Qian asked in confusion, "What do you mean? Didn't you throw that piece of glass away?"

Cao Yang slowly shook his head: "No, the first time I encountered it was at an amusement park, and I could only see half of its face."

"When encountering a vengeful ghost that is not the target during a mission, contact should be avoided. I chose to stay away, but this ghost seemed to be following me, blocking my way. I had no choice but to go around it."

"It was already waiting there when I entered the building. To figure out its pattern, I tried to get closer..."

Suddenly, Cao Yang's legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and his leather shoes made rapid footsteps.

"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!!"

It was as if there were an invisible pair of feet, treading in place.

But Cao Yang seemed to have gotten used to it and didn't care.

He continued, "This morning, I almost came into contact with it, but the source of this heavy snow suddenly went out of control, and the entire city was instantly submerged."

"At the same time, I found the ghost, but I seem to have triggered its killing pattern..."

"That was a corpse, a corpse with half its face covered by newspaper..."

Upon hearing the word "newspaper," Zhang Han and the others' expressions shifted slightly, as if deep in thought. As members of Yang Jian's team, they had seen some of the supernatural events that Yang Jian had handled. The well-organized records that Yang Jian had compiled and planned could greatly increase their chances of survival when facing vengeful ghosts.

The newspaper corresponds to one of Yang Jian's classmates from No. 7 Middle School.

Zhao Lei.

An ordinary person who tried to explore the supernatural found himself deeply entangled in it after actively coming into contact with it, and ultimately died a gruesome death.

However, the extraordinary talent he displayed when facing the vengeful ghost left a deep impression on Zhang Han and the others.

Cao Yang continued, "When I could finally see that face clearly, the eyes that had been staring at the ground suddenly turned to look at me."

"A deadly pattern of murder, but it must be incomplete. The newspaper covered half of its face, and I survived..."

After listening, the group pondered quietly, but for the time being, they couldn't come up with a good solution.

Looking at the yellow papers scattered all over the floor, Zhang Han asked, "Where's Liu San?"

Cao Yang casually picked up a piece of yellow paper.

“It’s all here, I’ll tear it down.”

"."

"Don't be nervous. He has plenty of paper figures. He's the one who told me to do this. I need to rest. These yellow papers are just the right medium to keep that ghost and the snow out. This also gives me enough time to wait for your arrival."

Feng Quan asked, "What are you planning to do next? Our mission was to bring you back with a machine. Now that you've found it, where is the machine?"

Cao Yang shook his head.

"I don't know. Headquarters has cut off almost all of the country's communication equipment, and I can't contact my operator now."

"But I want to catch that ghost; I don't want to be followed by a ghost every day."

After listening, Zhang Han pondered. They had completed half of their mission, but to get out of here, they had to imprison the ghost. Their goal did not conflict with Cao Yang's.

Thinking of this, Zhang Han said, "It's not that simple. Every time we get close, the ghost changes position, seemingly trying to hide from us, but at the same time, it seems to want us to find it."

Cao Yang pondered for a moment, his gaze shifting between Feng Quan and Xiong Wenwen.

The headquarters has kept records of both Feng Quan and Xiong Wenwen, and he has seen both of them.

"I have a plan, but I need everyone's cooperation."

(End of this chapter)