Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 96 The Squad (Part Nine)

What followed was a heart-wrenching cry, which mingled with the laughter of the people with the rash, echoing wildly.

Cao Yang and his group appeared not far away. He shouted, "Liu San! Help!"

Liu San suddenly realized something and turned his head sharply to look at a tattered cotton quilt inside the robot, a supernatural object that was a puzzle piece for the ghost.

"It's over.."

The two original, inseparable ghost puzzle pieces complemented each other in that instant.

The next second, the already extreme low temperature dropped even more suddenly.

A strong stench of decay suddenly spread, as if a corpse that had been frozen in a refrigerator for a long time was suddenly exposed to the sun, causing the flesh to rot and ferment rapidly, emitting a nauseating, fishy smell.

On the mummified corpse, an old cotton quilt, rolled up like a shroud, wrapped and covered the body, along with Xiong Wenwen, tightly.

The corpse's skin, as if frozen by extreme low temperatures, appeared an abnormal bluish-purple.

As the corpse's color changed, the surrounding buildings also faintly turned bluish-purple.
"Ghostland."

Seeing that Liu San had no reaction, Cao Yang became a little anxious. Xiong Wenwen could not die. There was only one Ghost Tamer of this type at headquarters. If he died so easily, it would be a huge loss for headquarters.

He shouted anxiously at Liu San, "Liu San! If you don't help, we're all going to die here!"

Fragments of yellow paper suddenly appeared and slowly drifted down from the sky, but Liu San looked solemn. He couldn't judge the ghost's current state, nor was he sure if their attack would be effective.

The ground and the grave soil were churning, but Feng Quan persisted, even though his role was now negligible.

Within the thin white mist, grotesque tattoos intertwined wildly, and Zhang Han's coat slowly bulged on the back, rapidly forming a human figure.

A clump of black hair swept past him, covered in bits of flesh and blood, and rapidly swept away along the ground.

Then, everything came to an abrupt end.

All supernatural methods stopped abruptly the moment they approached the corpse; the supernatural was frozen, and all attacks were rendered ineffective.

The yellow paper and white mist dissipated, the tattoos faded, the grave soil crumbled, and the jet-black hair broke off in unison, hanging to the ground.

Only a nearly transparent footprint remained, standing alone in front of the corpse, trembling slightly, seemingly unable to hold on for much longer.

In the chaos, no one noticed that Tong Qian was staring blankly at a corpse on the ground, with half a tattered newspaper covering half of the corpse's face, as if she were deep in thought.

A faint bluish-purple hue permeated the air, gradually covering the entire area, and the nauseating stench of decay intensified.

"At this level, my paper doll can't even get close."

Liu San glanced at the corpse wrapped in a quilt. This was no longer a matter they could handle. Unless a captain-level figure arrived, it would be no different for anyone else to face it than to die.

The ghost hasn't attacked them yet because the puzzle isn't completely finished. As time goes on, once the blanket completely covers the corpse, the people at the scene will be killed instantly.

"Retreat. If we continue, even more people will die. Time is running out. I will buy you a chance to evacuate."

After saying that, Liu San turned around and walked towards the robot.

Perhaps due to the nature of this corpse's killing pattern, Xiong Wenwen was not completely dead yet. His eyes were closed, his skin was cracked due to the extreme low temperature and turned bluish-purple, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he still had a trace of consciousness.

Looking at Xiong Wenwen, who was not completely dead, Zhang Han wanted to try again.

He pulled a worn-out camera from his pocket. The camera's surface was mottled and stained with dried brown blood, which seeped into the cracks and gave off an eerie feeling.

"A ghost camera? You can't capture that ghost in a picture."

Cao Yang recognized the camera immediately; he had seen it at headquarters before. "I know it."

Zhang Han looked at the strange camera in his hand. One of the three conditions he made to headquarters was to borrow a supernatural item with a low risk factor.

"But I want to take a gamble."

Without hesitation, Zhang Han raised his camera, aimed it at the frozen ghost, and pressed the shutter.

"Click——"

A rattling sound, like bones grinding together, came from inside the camera. Then, a black and white photograph slowly emerged from the bottom of the camera.

Zhang Han was very lucky; the camera didn't attack him and successfully photographed the corpse and Xiong Wenwen.

The photo shows a pale, blurry figure tightly embracing a little boy. The figure's outline is distorted, and the edges are blurred as if eroded.

Clearly, the level of horror of that corpse exceeded that of the ghost camera, and the camera could not capture it completely in the photo.

But Xiong Wenwen's figure is clearly visible in the photo.

Zhang Han's actions were tantamount to creating a supernatural clash between the ghost camera and the corpse.

The corpse wanted to kill Xiong Wenwen, but Xiong Wenwen had already been photographed by the ghost camera and imprinted in the photo. To kill Xiong Wenwen, the ghost camera's rules had to be bypassed first.

But at this moment, the ghost camera is also attacking Xiong Wenwen.

Under the clash of supernatural forces, a brief and extremely unstable balance was formed.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.

Within the corpse's embrace, Xiong Wenwen's figure appeared and disappeared, illusory and unreal, as if torn between reality and photographs.

In that photo, Xiong Wenwen's original spot was now empty.

That part of the image appears to have been cut out with scissors, leaving it completely black.

Cao Yang looked at the incomplete photo in Zhang Han's hand.

"That's all. You've only delayed his death. As time goes by, the child will die anyway."

Although it was cruel for Xiong Wenwen, it was the truth.

Whether you die from a corpse or a ghost camera, the outcome won't change.

Zhang Han remained silent. He understood this perfectly well; the current situation was merely a matter of prolonging life.

I raised my head and looked up at the gloomy sky, my gaze seemingly trying to pierce through the clouds and reach the distant moon.

"Captain... what would you do if you were in that situation?"

Right now, although the corpse and the ghost camera are locked in a brief silence due to a supernatural conflict, no one knows how long this balance can last. Perhaps Xiong Wenwen will die in the next second.

Although Xiong Wenwen is important, Cao Yang would never recklessly throw his life away. The current situation is beyond their ability to resolve. If they don't retreat soon, more than just Xiong Wenwen will die.

Cao Yang patted Zhang Han on the shoulder and urged, "Stop standing there, let's go..."

Zhang Han remained silent for a few seconds. He knew that the situation was not suitable for lingering. Huang Ziya and the others were still here, and he could not act rashly.

(End of this chapter)