Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 130 The Museum of Souls (-1)

An airplane pierced through the thick clouds, its fuselage vibrating slightly. The ground was now visible, and Yang Jian and his two companions were about to arrive in Dayang City.

Zhang Han and Zhao Lei chatted idly along the way.

"Brother Zhang, do you still think Leg Bro is Xiao Chunan?"

Zhang Han put down the Coke can and looked at Yang Jian in the front seat with a serious expression. Yang Jian was staring out the window, seemingly deep in thought.

"Most likely." Zhang Han withdrew his gaze, his tone certain.

"Look at the captain's demeanor. How does he resemble a ghost tamer? Aren't all the other captains gloomy and look like they've got one foot in the coffin? The captain has a lot of yang energy. There's a saying in my hometown that a child's urine can ward off evil spirits and a child's body can suppress ghosts. The wisdom of our ancestors still holds true."

Zhao Lei nodded in deep agreement and followed Zhang Han's gaze.

Yang Jian was drinking a bottle of iced cola. Apart from his pale skin, he looked no different from a normal person, and you could even say he was a bit of a pretty boy.

"I think you have a point. Back in school, Leg Bro was only good at fighting. When it came to picking up girls, you had to look to me."

"You?" A hint of doubt appeared in Zhang Han's eyes.

"Heh," Zhao Lei's lips curled into a wicked smile.

"Isn't it obvious? Of the three of us, I look the most like a normal person, and I'm even a little handsome."

“Not noticeable at all.” Zhang Han calmly took another sip of cola. Since joining Yang Jian, this stuff has practically become standard equipment for the team.

"Damn, I'm not bragging, but I received more love letters in school than you've ever eaten a meal."

As Zhao Lei finished speaking, he suddenly stood up as if he had been electrocuted, his face changing instantly: "I've discovered something absolutely terrifying!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Han instinctively grabbed the specially made golden body bag at his feet, instantly entering combat mode and warily scanning his surroundings:
"Is this plane haunted?!"

Zhao Lei shook his head, his expression growing even more horrified. He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "You just said that Brother Leg has a lot of yang energy and is a virgin. But then think about Xiong Wenwen, that kid looks completely drained, as thin as a monkey, with dark circles under his eyes... Could it be..."

The two exchanged a glance, instantly reaching a consensus, and exclaimed in unison, "Xiong Wenwen has already slept with someone?!"

Yang Jian sat at the front, ignoring the two men's boasting and banter.

Looking at the clouds outside the plane window, he was pondering the possibility of Zhao Lei being resurrected from the Ghost Mirror again, but he was afraid of something unexpected happening, so he didn't dare to let Zhao Lei look in the mirror easily.

That mirror revived Zhao Lei's body; it would be better if it were determined that he could not be revived again.

But if things get worse, simply imprinting his head image in the mirror would be tantamount to wasting a chance to be resurrected, and might even trigger unknown dangers.

Those resurrected through the Ghost Mirror lose all supernatural powers; the mirror is essentially just a copy of a human head. In the environment inside the Ghost Mirror, resurrection is equivalent to death.

So Yang Jian was waiting. He was waiting for the right opportunity and the right "body".

He envisioned using the supernatural power of ghost newspapers to graft Zhao Lei's head onto another body. However, this plan was extremely risky; they didn't even have a suitable alternative body, let alone a replacement.

Yang Jian even considered using the body of a vengeful ghost that had been completely suppressed and rendered incapable of movement to replace it, such as the vengeful ghost that Wang Xiaoqiang had once controlled.
But this idea was too bold, and he would never take the risk with Zhao Lei unless he was more than 90% sure.

"Om-"

The satellite phone lit up, displaying files from Liu Xiaoyu regarding Dayang City and an official named Zhou Lian, along with a few details about the museum, though still of no practical value. Yang Jian's trip to Dayang City wasn't intended to delve into the museum; his sole purpose was to investigate clues about the Soul Bottle. However, Yang Jian was now extremely cautious about anything related to the Republican era.

To avoid a repeat of being killed by a ghost at the Caesars Hotel, Yang Jian brought Zhao Lei and Zhang Han with him. If anything happened, at least he'd have two helpers, so he wouldn't be completely alone.

The plane landed smoothly and taxied to a stop next to a dedicated lane.

The three of them stepped out of the cabin. The huge tarmac was deserted, except for their plane.

Zhao Lei, with a straw dangling from his lips, swaggered down and said, "Brother Leg, is the big boss of Dachang City so lacking in prestige? Not even someone to pick him up at the airport."

The skin on his forehead twitched slightly, and a thin slit opened, scanning the entire airport environment.

"has a problem."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Lei looked left and right, but there was nothing unusual.

"Given the captain's influence in the paranormal community, it's impossible that no one would come to pick him up."

Zhang Han followed him off the plane and continued, "Given the captain's current status at headquarters and in the paranormal community, any leader would not show such disrespect unless something catastrophic happened. Zhou Lian, the leader of Dayang City, is a seasoned and reliable person according to his records; he couldn't possibly be ignorant of the rules. There can only be one explanation for this situation..."

“Zhou Lian is either in trouble or tied up by something difficult, and can’t take care of us at all.”

"Oh~"

Zhao Lei suddenly realized that although he was very sensitive to paranormal events, he was not so smart when it came to interpersonal relationships. After all, a high school student doesn't have much time to interact with society.

The three walked out of the airport. The streets were sparsely populated. On a weekday, people were at work, and few people came out to play at this time.

Zhang Han hailed a taxi, and the three of them got in.

"Master, to the Sanxingdui Museum."

The airport is very close to the museum, less than 20 minutes away.

Yang Jian observed the city the whole way.

It's much better than Dachang City. Even on weekdays, the streets are still quite vibrant, and its prosperity far surpasses that of Dachang City, which has been ravaged by several paranormal events.

He turned on the satellite phone again and pulled up detailed files about Dayang City and its head, Zhou Lian.

"Zhou Lian, the first person in charge of Dayang City, is also one of the very few people in the country who has been stationed in the same city since the headquarters was established."

Code name: Ghost Dust.

"Dayang City is the city with the second highest number of paranormal events after Dajing City. The frequency of ghosts appearing is pitifully low. After the three major S-level ghost out-of-control incidents, its safety level can even be ranked first."

With a slight frown, Yang Jian pulled up satellite maps and paranormal distribution maps of the surrounding areas for comparison.

Upon closer inspection, the frequency of paranormal events in Dayang City is clearly illogical.

(End of this chapter)