Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 105 First Battle (Twenty-Two)

The Wang family's old residence, but not the actual one, but only one from memory.

In a certain memory.

Perhaps it was a chance discovery by Wang Chaling, or a fragment of memory from a ghost tamer.

An old pendulum clock stood quietly at the top of the stairs.

Time keeps turning back, and space keeps shifting.

Li Leping and Shen Lin stood there, staring at the strange pendulum clock.

'Tick-tock...tick-tock...'

The ticking of the clock hands emanated from within the old pendulum clock, and the surrounding environment changed accordingly. Occasionally, one or two figures of ghost tamers could be seen walking quickly by.

But they all seemed to be blind to the two of them, subconsciously ignoring their presence.

Inside the pendulum clock was a emaciated corpse, which had become fused with the clock's internal parts. Driven by some unknown supernatural force, the clock's internal parts were spinning incessantly in an incomprehensible way.

The anomalies around them had no effect on the two of them. In their memories, time was no longer linear, and the position of the pendulum clock had been locked by Shen Lin. The chaotic time could not affect the two of them.

Shen Lin said, "This clock exists in the memories of too many people. Even if we erase everyone's memories, we can only borrow it temporarily."

"enough."

Li Leping slowly raised his arm.

"Even if it's only for a minute, it can be decisive. The fact that an old house built with great care by a ghost-tamer during the Republic of China era is just for the purpose of matching this clock is enough to illustrate its importance."

Black smoke began to fill my memory, and the acrid smell of burning corpses quickly spread.

Gradually, Li Leping's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, as if he were about to fall asleep. But this was not reality, because of Shen Lin's intervention beside him, he remained conscious.

Seeing that Li Leping hadn't taken any action, Shen Lin was thinking and planning a less risky solution.

After a moment, he spoke: "Do you still remember the memories of the Wang family's generation? Now that place has become nothingness, perhaps it can be used as a stepping stone."

After listening, Li Leping seemed to understand something, then nodded. As a fellow ghost tamer of the consciousness type, he understood Shen Lin's intention.

“I agree with your plan. The pocket watch that Wang Chaling gave me is completely immune to the supernatural phenomena of the Wang family generation. We can move the pendulum clock there and use the properties of the pocket watch to bring the pendulum clock out from there.”

"Yes."

As Shen Lin spoke, he reached out and grabbed at the air, and a sharp axe suddenly appeared in his hand. Communicating with smart people is simple; Li Leping understood the key to Shen Lin's plan in an instant.

Shen Lin continued, "If we simply use our own supernatural abilities, even if the two of us manage to take this clock out, it won't be complete. But as long as we use the medium left over from the first generation of the Wang family, we can completely isolate this phenomenon, because that memory itself is not Wang Chaling's own."

Shen Lin and Li Leping's approach has a high success rate. It's equivalent to letting the pendulum clock be cleaned once through the medium planted in Wang Chaling's memory. This avoids damage to the two of them and allows the pendulum clock to be taken away from here intact.

"Take action."

After saying that, Li Leping walked up, his steps stiff, looking like a sleepwalking corpse.

He stretched out his withered hand and gently placed it on the pendulum clock. The black smoke around his body gradually thickened, slowly covering and enveloping the clock. Shen Lin then raised his axe and took a step forward. As Shen Lin walked towards the clock, his figure began to blur. The medium was triggered, and the invasion began.

The next moment, the two of them, along with the pendulum clock, were plunged into that vanished memory. Although the medium here had become very weak, it still existed.

The supernatural events of the Wang family's generation were too terrifying. Before dissipating, they deliberately stabilized this space, perhaps to leave a backup plan for the two of them.

There is nothing here; it is a layer between memories, like recalling something from a long time ago, but you can't remember what happened back then—it's all a blur.

If an ordinary person were to enter this place, they would be swallowed up by the endless void in an instant, and might even forget their own existence.

Looking at the pendulum clock floating in front of him, Li Leping took out the old pocket watch from his pocket, and then squeezed it hard. His fingers actually went through the glass on the surface and forcibly stopped the hands.

The two felt the darkness around them suddenly stop. Li Leping's actions triggered the medium between the pendulum clock and the pocket watch. The internal parts of the pendulum clock seemed to be stuck, making a 'ticking' malfunctioning sound.

The sound was incredibly eerie, as if it were coming from the throat of the corpse.

Then, a deep bell rang out from within the space. The space, which had previously been devoid of the passage of time, now allowed the two to sense a subtle change.

As the bell tolled, the two people, along with the clock, slowly dissipated, as if they were being gradually forgotten. Their figures blurred rapidly and finally disappeared completely.

Meanwhile, in Da Dong City.

Inside the dark and quiet Wang family mansion, Liu Baimu was searching for something as usual.

"Wait... what was I looking for again?"

He suddenly stopped, his brow furrowed.

In a moment of distraction, he realized that he had forgotten something very important.

He didn't know what the thing was called or what its shape was, but he knew in his heart that it was something of vital importance to him.

Once I find that thing, I can escape this eerie and supernatural place.

Suddenly, he thought of something and immediately opened the notebook in his hand. It was filled with information about the Wang family mansion, which was written down by all the people trapped inside.

But whenever he sees certain words, his vision blurs, and his memory is erased as if it were wiped clean, making it impossible for him to recall what he just saw.

"How is this possible? How is it possible? How could the notes that so many of us spent countless hours taking be so illegible!"

The more Liu Baimu read, the colder the chill in his heart became. He gradually realized that his memories might have been tampered with, which was a terrifying thing. He even began to doubt whether he was really still in the Wang family's old mansion.

"Damn it!"

Liu Baimu slammed the notebook shut, a ferocious look appearing on his face.

He had been trapped in this godforsaken place for who knows how long. He had thought that if he followed the instructions in his notes step by step, he would eventually escape. But now, something so bizarre had happened: his memories had been altered.

"Liu Baimu, what's wrong?"

Behind him was a ghost tamer in a wheelchair named Zhang Qing. His feet looked as if they had been flattened by something, and the dried blood was stuck to his pants, making him look disgusting.

(End of this chapter)