All eyes were fixed on the hospital room.
If Ying Chen had been holding a living person hostage, the onlookers might have been more tense, fearing he might do something rash.
But Ying Chen was holding a corpse. Far from being tense, everyone was filled with curiosity.
They wanted to know what Ying Chen intended to do by holding a corpse. He couldn't possibly be serious about his claim of bringing the dead back to life, could he?
Was this some kind of joke?
How could resurrection possibly exist in this world?
"Have you guys watched Detective Chinatown? There was a foreign doctor who studied ancient Chinese Taoist texts and learned a wicked sorcery. He had to kill five people with different attributes and use their organs for sacrifice to prolong his own life. I bet this guy has a similar goal!"
One spectator, with a wild imagination, guessed.
"No way? That's a movie. How could someone be this insane in real life? Besides, the movie killed living people, and he's holding a dead person. Does a dead person have any effect?" someone immediately questioned.
"Didn't you see that the body hasn't been dead long? A recently deceased person still possesses some vitality, so it would definitely have an effect. As for his so-called resurrection, I suspect he's not talking about resurrecting the corpse, but resurrecting himself!"
The first spectator insisted, convinced that Ying Chen was performing some kind of dark ritual.
Upon hearing this, Wang Zizai, who had just calmed down, became agitated again.
Ordinary people rarely encountered such things, but as an archaeology expert, Wang Zizai had seen his fair share of so-called "wicked sacrifices"!
Even though Wang Zizai knew these were all fake and useless, the fact that the person involved believed in them was enough.
This meant that as long as Ying Chen firmly believed, he would absolutely show no mercy and would cruelly extract the internal organs of Wang Zizai's wife for sacrifice!
"No, I have to stop him," Wang Zizai muttered.
He then began to try and dissuade Ying Chen: "Brother, I don't know what difficulties you're facing, but I want to tell you: your actions are destined to be futile!"
"I've personally overseen the excavation of no less than twenty tombs and witnessed all sorts of sacrifices made by the deceased in their lives. Although the methods of sacrifice varied, without exception, none of these tomb occupants were resurrected! They all turned into dried bones, only to be excavated!"
"So, please stop! Instead of believing in such illusory things, find a good hospital and a good doctor. Perhaps that's where you'll find a way out of this predicament!"
Inside, Ying Chen, whether he heard Wang Zizai's persuasion or not, remained silent with a sneer on his lips.
The next moment, he suddenly formed his fingers into a sword and stabbed towards Wang Zizai's wife's corpse!
"No!"
Wang Zizai cried out in alarm.
Fortunately, Ying Chen's finger seemed to cause no harm to his wife's body. He only saw her corpse twitch twice.
Then, there was no further reaction.
Wang Zizai breathed a sigh of relief and tried to persuade him again.
But to his surprise, Ying Chen then did something that astonished everyone.
Ying Chen, at some point, produced a dark, unremarkable pill. Without a word, he forced open Wang Zizai's wife's mouth and shoved it in!
"See, I told you it was dark magic! Only dark magic would involve feeding a corpse pills before a sacrifice! It's like stuffing ginger and scallions into a fish's belly before steaming it!"
The spectator who first suggested Ying Chen was performing dark magic shouted.
However, his incongruous analogy earned him a fierce glare from Wang Zizai.
"Ahem, I didn't mean it like that, I was just using an example, just an example..."
The spectator quickly explained.
At the same time, he flinched backward in fear, not daring to speak further.
"No, I must go in!"
"If I'm any later, he'll really perform dark magic and use my wife's corpse as an item for sacrifice!"
"I will absolutely not allow anyone to desecrate my wife's remains!"
A determined look flashed across Wang Zizai's face.
With that, he ignored the chief physician's objections and made to rush into the hospital room.
Just then, footsteps sounded from behind Wang Zizai, and someone pulled him back.
"Mr. Wang, is it? We are from the Yan Jing Branch Bureau. We have understood the situation. Please trust us and leave it to us to handle!"
The police had finally arrived!
With the police present, Wang Zizai no longer insisted and stepped aside from the doorway.
One police officer took out a loudspeaker and began to make an announcement.
Meanwhile, another police officer hid around a corner, aiming a gun at Ying Chen.
If Ying Chen made any unusual moves, he would open fire immediately!
"Suspect inside, please release the hostage as soon as possible..."
The officer speaking into the loudspeaker paused mid-sentence.
Referring to the corpse as a hostage made even him feel ridiculous.
However, he continued to shout: "We'll give you one minute. If you continue to resist after one minute, don't blame the unforgiving national law!"
The scene fell into deathly silence.
Everyone stared at Ying Chen.
Waiting for the one-minute countdown.
Ying Chen, seemingly unable to understand human speech, remained impassive.
After feeding Wang Zizai's wife a pill, he continued to prod and pat her body.
Wang Zizai watched, his heart filled with anxiety.
Elder Dong and Professor Li were also extremely worried.
Both had expressed doubts about Ying Chen's claim of resurrection, and now the police were giving him only one minute.
This was clearly pushing Ying Chen to his death!
If Wang Zizai's wife did not come back to life by the end of the countdown, Ying Chen would become a target of gunfire!
And Elder Dong and Professor Li would be branded as rats scurrying across the street!
"Thirty seconds left. Have you considered?"
"Last twenty seconds, we hope you can see the error of your ways!"
"Only ten seconds left! You're out of time! Surrender now, and it's not too late!"
"Five!"
"Four!"
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
"Stubborn and unyielding, resisting arrest. Fire!"
The officer speaking into the loudspeaker gave the order.
The police officer concealed in the darkness narrowed his eyes and instinctively pulled the trigger.
But the moment his finger pulled, an incredible scene unfolded inside the hospital room!
The deceased Wang Zizai's wife actually opened her eyes!
She then sat up from the hospital bed!
She looked as if she had just woken from a nightmare, her face filled with lingering fear, gasping for breath.
She also called out Wang Zizai's name: "Zizai, Zizai, where are you? I had a dream that I died, I was so scared..."
Wang Zizai outside the door stood as if struck by lightning, frozen in place!
The chief physician and the other spectators also gaped, looking at Wang Zizai's wife with disbelief!
Wondering if they were hallucinating!
Elder Dong and Professor Li let out long sighs of relief, tears of excitement streaming down their faces: "Resurrection, Mr. Ying has truly achieved it! How laughable that we doubted him. Now we see that our vision was indeed narrow and our knowledge insufficient, like frogs at the bottom of a well!"
Everyone was stunned by the sudden turn of events.
It wasn't until the sound of a gunshot pierced the silence that everyone was jolted awake.
Immediately after, the crowd plunged into even greater shock and fear!
Because, based on the trajectory of the bullet, it was highly likely that it hadn't hit Ying Chen, but Wang Zizai's wife, who had suddenly sat up!
Could it be that Wang Zizai's wife, having just been resurrected, was about to die again?