Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 133 The Museum of Souls (Part 4)
"The mask that woman was wearing was clearly a supernatural object. Whenever our eyes met it, we subconsciously felt that this person was one of us."

Zhou Deng pointed to the gold mask and continued, "The gold layer in the middle of that bronze mask is exactly the same as the exhibit here."

Wen Zhong's eyes flickered slightly: "You mean, someone made these things?"

“That’s right.” Zhou Deng nodded.

"Moreover, judging from the current excavation area at Sanxingdui, the quantity may be quite large. Similar items have been found not only at Sanxingdui, but also in other ancient tombs..."

"You seem to know a lot about these things?"

"I used to be a part-time tomb raider, but I retired after becoming a ghost tamer. However, now that I think about it, perhaps there were vengeful ghosts in ancient times."

Wen Zhong shifted his gaze from the golden mask to Zhou Deng, surprised that he had such a past. "But knowing this is of no use to our current situation. That woman told us to go back to the museum, but where is Yang Jian?"

Zhou Deng did not answer immediately, his mind racing with analysis.

He then said, "Time is moving backward... Could it be interpreted that time in this museum is currently in a state of reversal?"

Looking around at the other visitors, who were all queuing in an orderly fashion and there seemed to be nothing unusual, he continued, "Perhaps we were attacked the moment we entered this museum, but we just didn't realize it."

“You mean,” Wen Zhong frowned slightly and said, “that the time point Yang Jian is at is seven days ago for this museum, and we are already inside it, which is why that woman said that.”

“That’s right…” Zhou Deng nodded.

“As long as I stay here, I will eventually run into Yang Jian, who arrived seven days ago. But this is just my guess. There may be secrets that neither of us knows, which is why I came back to investigate.”

“Yang Jian came here to investigate because of the Soul Bottle, so we can start with the Soul Bottle.”

The two immediately passed through the exhibition hall, entered a hidden door, and arrived at the location where the soul bottles were stored. It was a small room located in the gap between two exhibition halls.

At this moment, the two looked at the center in shock. The once intact soul bottle was now just a base, with a large amount of black hair, corpse fluid, and fragments of the soul bottle scattered all over the ground.

Someone knocked over the soul bottle, releasing the ghost inside.

"Damn it."

Zhou Deng squatted down, picked up a tuft of hair with his fingers, and examined it carefully.

"The ghost has disappeared..."

Wen Zhong stood to the side: "Should we clear out the museum?"

"No need." Zhou Deng slowly shook his head.

"We don't know the specific abilities of this ghost, and hastily clearing the area might amplify the threat of the incident..."

Before the words were even finished, a strong stench of corpses suddenly filled the air.

"Watch out!" Zhou Deng suddenly stood up, but the next second darkness suddenly fell, and his vision went black for a moment. He almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Zhou Deng? Are you there?"

In the darkness, Wen Zhong's voice rang out from the side. In the instant he lost sight, he tried to activate the Ghost Domain, but it had no effect. All he could see was darkness.

"I'm here... Don't panic, retreat the way you came."

"it is good"

The entire environment was pitch black, and the two slowly backed away. The room was small, and in theory, they could have reached the door in just two or three steps.

But the two had already retreated at least ten steps, and there was still nothing behind them; only the heavy sound of their footsteps echoed in the empty darkness.

“Ghost Domain…” Zhou Deng reacted quickly and immediately determined that they had encountered a vengeful ghost with a ghost domain, and that the ghost domain was quite powerful, at least strong enough to suppress Wen Zhong.

Zhou Deng immediately said, "We can't get out by walking. We need to find that ghost. I need to make contact with it to trigger the medium."

"Understood, let's continue."

The two started walking again, groping their way forward in the darkness.

The footsteps echoed, heavy, suggesting there were more than two people.

"Stop!" Zhou Deng suddenly shouted in a low voice. Just a moment ago, he clearly heard another barely audible footstep behind Wen Zhong.

Rigid, stiff, and extremely regular. It seemed to be deliberately mimicking the frequency of Wen Zhong's footsteps.

Zhou Deng simply couldn't believe that Wen Zhong wouldn't notice such an obvious anomaly; the only explanation was that he had been attacked.

"Your footsteps are too heavy... There's a ghost following you..."

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhong froze, his left foot hovering in mid-air, unable to land for a long time.

But at this time.

"tread"

A very soft thud came from behind him, as if someone had stepped lightly on the floor with bare feet.

The footsteps were very noticeable in the quiet environment.

Wen Zhong did not turn around, but his breathing became noticeably rapid.

"When did you start targeting me...?"

He dared not make any move. He didn't know the killing pattern of the ghost behind him. He dared not gamble or try. Moving even slightly could mean death.

He said anxiously, "Zhou Deng, please help."

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Deng said, "Don't move around. I'm going to try something."

Estimated the distance between the two, took a step forward, and began to circle around Wen Zhong, but in this pitch-black environment, he could not pinpoint the ghost's location.

Now he intends to lure the ghost to attack him, and imprison it the instant it shifts its target.

As Zhou Deng moved, a chilling aura enveloped his back without him noticing, but his footsteps remained unchanged; the ghost was still behind Wen Zhong.

"Do whatever you want, and I'll take care of it immediately."

Wen Zhong closed his eyes, sensing the movements around him, and quickly understood Zhou Deng's intention.

Zhou Deng gradually quickened his pace; they didn't have much time to waste here.

Just then, a soft footstep sounded behind him, almost overlapping with his own.

Without any hesitation, Zhou Deng suddenly stopped and then gently leaned his left foot back.

His heel touched something.

Cold and lifeless.

Even through the shoes, you could feel the chilling sensation, as if you had kicked a long-dead corpse.

Without any hesitation, he turned and grabbed it.

However, his hands were empty; he hadn't grabbed anything.

"help!"

In the darkness, a patch of fuzzy mold quickly covered the area.

Wen Zhong's voice came: "Down there!"

Zhou Deng reached down and immediately touched a cold, damp lump of flesh; the supernatural clash had begun.

Then, a faint ray of light shone through the darkness.

It could be vaguely seen that it was half a shriveled corpse, only the part below the waist, the legs were as white as wax, and it was completely synchronized with Zhou Deng's movements.

A piece of yellow paper covered the cross-section of the corpse's waist, and Zhou Deng's palm just happened to touch the waist of this half of the corpse.

(End of this chapter)