Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 110 First Battle (Twenty-Seven)

The reboot did not occur, but Yang Jian's actions seemed to have triggered some unknown medium, and the scene began to change.

Under Yang Jian's shocked gaze.

Those are countless timelines, countless possibilities, endless and boundless...
Every moment, every choice, is like the flapping of a butterfly's wings, triggering countless butterfly effects and leading to a series of unpredictable variables.

Cause and effect intertwine, and destinies diverge.

It spawned endless branches, creating countless futures full of endless possibilities.

Yang Jian saw himself, countless versions of himself, each one different and distinct.

Each one was a stranger, yet incredibly familiar.

He once commanded a door-knocking ghost at No. 7 Middle School, his body covered in gruesome corpse spots.

Some of them attacked the wishing ghost under the streetlights and died instantly.

He became the administrator of a strange post office.

Some of them, after being killed by Fang Shiming, were resurrected as vengeful ghosts.

Some of them choose to survive by borrowing a corpse in a gloomy old house.

In some cases, Fang Jing switched his identity.

Some of him were controlled by Guo Fan.

He even saw a vicious dog with a third eye on its forehead, a being that was similar to him in aura but completely unfamiliar.

Countless possibilities came to life at this moment.

The images kept appearing, seemingly endless, filling my vision and almost overwhelming my senses.

But in every timeline, Yang Jian is tainted by the supernatural, as if it were an inescapable curse of fate. No matter what possibility he faces, he will eventually become a ghost tamer.

Even though Yang Jian doesn't see the presence of the vengeful ghosts in many scenes, in the end, due to some natural disaster or man-made calamity, vengeful ghosts from other timelines will invade.

At this moment, Yang Jian understood why their previous actions had all been ineffective.

Their attacks, their actions, all their attempts, never actually happened.

This black flame, across countless timelines, grafted the outcome of 'Yang Jian did not launch an attack' onto this world, replacing the fact that 'Yang Jian had already launched an attack'.

This is an unavoidable fact.

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly. He had clearly activated the eighth level of the Ghost Domain, but it hadn't restarted in a wide area. This was very strange. It was the first time he had encountered such a supernatural phenomenon that seemed to have failed.

Gently raise your hand, as if trying to reach into the picture.

Suddenly, an arm reached out from nowhere and grabbed him.

"Don't touch it randomly. Without a specific medium, touching a timeline that isn't your own will only lead to getting lost in this endless possibility."

Yang Jian was startled and turned to look. There was a blurry, almost transparent figure standing next to him.

"That's incredible! There are actually other people besides me who can see these possibilities."

The person's voice was clear and friendly, suggesting he was a young man in his early twenties.

“Ayi is right. The supernatural is always full of uncertainty. You are that uncertain exception, a type I have never seen before.” It was vaguely discernible that the young man was wearing a dark green uniform, which looked a bit like the military uniform of the Republic of China era. His figure was neat and upright.

At this moment, in the scene before us, the city of Dahai is gradually being enveloped in red light.

"Hang in there, my friend, goodbye."

After speaking, the young man took a small step toward the screen, and then his figure seemed to be erased by something, gradually disappearing from his head to his feet.

Yang Jian didn't say a word from beginning to end. He was extremely shocked because his supernatural abilities had failed at some point.

It's not suppression, it's not balance, but...
Missed.

The vengeful spirit seemed to have never been controlled, and the ghostly hand felt nothing. It was like being in a ghost dream, where one had become an ordinary person.

If that feeling hadn't been fleeting, Yang Jian would have doubted whether he was still in DQ City, still in that dream he couldn't wake up from. After all, Yang Jian was still shaken by the ghost dream; the bizarre experience of the dream within a dream last time was just too strange.

"A specific medium?"

Yang Jian was quietly pondering what the person had just said.

"Possesses the consciousness of a living person, its supernatural abilities are unfathomable, and it is suspected to have a very high level of suppression, perhaps... even higher than that of a ghost messenger."

The crimson ghost eye on his forehead darted uneasily. The man looked ordinary and harmless, but only a captain of Yang Jian's caliber could understand how terrifying he was.

There was no supernatural clash between the two; it was merely a contact. The vengeful spirit within the person vanished without a trace. This supernatural manifestation, even more bizarre than suppression, led Yang Jian to conclude that the vengeful spirit controlled within the person was at least as powerful as the ghost messenger.

"Ayi...a person's name? A supernatural object? Something like a piece of human skin?"

Yang Jian looked at the endless, boundless scene before him. Each time he made a choice within the scene, another scene would be generated.

"He can see these images, and it seems he can even enter and exit this place. How does he do that? What specific medium... do you mean...?"

Yang Jian looked at the scene where the person stepped in. It seemed to be Dahai City. At this moment, the red light in the scene gradually intensified. The ghost domain of a certain child who loved to fight was about to cover the city.

"Has he seen many versions of me before, a type I've never met before?"

Yang Jian calmly analyzed what the man had just said, trying to glean more information from this brief exchange.

"If I'm not mistaken, that military uniform belongs to a warlord from the Republic of China era... The Republic of China era again... What exactly happened back then...?"

It must be said that Yang Jian's reaction to the supernatural was indeed exceptionally sharp; he was able to analyze so much information based on just a few seconds of communication and observation.

But he has more important things to do now and can't waste any more time here.

Putting his thoughts aside, Yang Jian began to observe the scene before him.

"That person just said that without a specific medium, touching a timeline that isn't your own will cause anomalies. Conversely, that means if I find my timeline, I can successfully go back."

Since restarting didn't work, Yang Jian decided to find his own world and invade it directly.

However, searching one by one was clearly impractical, so he was thinking of a safer and more efficient method.

The sky over Dahai City in the picture has been dyed red.

Suddenly, it seemed as if Yang Jian's observation triggered some unknown medium.

First, a crimson light, like fresh blood, appeared on the screen, followed by a blinding golden light. Yang Jian almost lost consciousness, but Gui Meng remained unusually quiet for a moment, showing no signs of resistance.

(End of this chapter)