Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 134 The Museum of Souls (-3)

The pedestrian street was sparsely populated.

"Hello, Tian Xiaoyue. It's nice to meet you. Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhuge Dasha."

Zhao Lei solemnly extended his right hand to Tian Xiaoyue, his face bearing a deliberately serious expression.

"Zhao Lei, we're on a mission."

Zhang Han hissed and pulled him back. Then he turned to Tian Xiaoyue, pointed at Zhao Lei's head, and said apologetically, "Sorry, my friend here isn't very reliable."

"It's alright."

Tian Xiaoyue's response was unexpectedly calm. She took three steps at a time and walked ahead.

"I was like that when I was young."

The three walked through the pedestrian street and came to a bronze gate with an ancient and rustic feel.

Look up.

Dayang City Museum

The six gilded characters gleamed with a dull luster in the sunlight.

Tian Xiaoyue stood at the ticket window and waved to the three of them.

"Come on, there aren't many people today, so you don't need to make a reservation in advance. Just buy your tickets directly."

"Okay, here we come."

Zhang Han responded and pulled Zhao Lei, who was still looking around, toward the ticket office.

Yang Jian, however, stood still without making any move, remaining silent the entire way.

The excuse of needing a tour guide was just that Yang Jian felt something was very wrong with the woman wearing the bronze mask.

The ghostly figure had covered her at least twice on the road just now.

But whether from the senses or from physical contact, this person still gave Yang Jian a feeling that was so natural.

There was no supernatural aura, and even the bodily fluctuations that a living person should have seemed too flat. This excessive "normality" was, in Yang Jian's eyes, the biggest anomaly.

The crimson ghost eye on its forehead darted around uneasily, its gaze fixed on Tian Xiaoyue, trying to find something in that blurry figure.

However, Yang Jian's growth to where he is today is not solely due to his keen sensitivity to the supernatural.

Think outside the box and always remain skeptical.

"If I were being attacked right now, there would be no doubt that it's an extremely terrifying ghost..."

Stepping forward, no longer staring at Tian Xiaoyue, Yang Jian never did anything without certainty, especially in this strange situation. He couldn't bring himself to kill someone based solely on his feelings without any evidence.

Since we can't analyze the anomaly, we should go with the flow and wait for the other party to reveal a weakness.

On the ground, the cold lake water was slowly seeping out, gradually forming a small, inconspicuous puddle, and a huge black dog could be vaguely seen pacing back and forth in the water.

"Holy crap, who spat on my head?"

Zhao Lei suddenly cried out, touched the back of his neck, and found his hand covered in a cold, wet patch. Zhang Han also felt his scalp was inexplicably wet, and touched it, finding the same thing. The two looked at each other, completely bewildered.

Ghost dreams use water as a medium; even a little sweat can allow the dog to invade reality.

Yang Jian certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to leave Zhang Han and Zhao Lei unsuspecting next to someone unusual. "Let's go."

Yang Jian led the way inside, and Zhang Han and Zhao Lei quickly wiped their hands and followed. Tian Xiaoyue also naturally turned around and blended in.

The museum is very large and contains artifacts from many dynasties; this is just one of the larger exhibition halls dedicated to Sanxingdui.

Yang Jian didn't want to cause any trouble. The person in charge of Dayang City was nowhere to be found. Since this place really was just an ordinary museum, he planned to leave as soon as he got the soul bottle.

The next second, a rich crimson color surged from Yang Jian's center, almost instantly covering the entire museum.

However, something strange happened: the rapidly expanding ghost domain receded like a tide after it had unfolded.

It disappeared completely in just a moment, and everything around it that had been glowing crimson returned to normal.

"Disappeared?..."

Sensing the strange phenomenon that had just occurred, Yang Jian frowned slightly.

"No, that's not right. It didn't disappear; it was like a reboot, the ghost realm retreated back into my body."

Seeing the three people fully enter the exhibition hall, Yang Jian followed them. He did not activate a deeper level of the Ghost Domain to try to resist this reboot. It might be useful, but it might trigger some unknown medium.

He was only looking for the Soul Bottle. Unless he planned to take action, there was no need to make such a big fuss. If a situation similar to the Caesars Hotel incident were to occur again, he wouldn't even have time to run away.

The first exhibition hall seemed to be dedicated to the bronze masks of Sanxingdui. Their unique shapes looked completely different from modern craftsmanship, as if they were the last works of a highly advanced civilization from thousands of years ago.

"Tian Xiaoyue, what's that mask you're wearing? Can I wear it too?"

Zhao Lei looked at the rows of bronze masks in the glass display cases around him with great interest and seemed very excited.

Since Yang Jian rescued him from inside the newspaper, the emotions of the living that had gradually dissipated have resurfaced. Yang Jian analyzed his condition: after the two ghost faces clashed with each other in a supernatural way, they fell into a slump, and his consciousness was attached to a piece of the newspaper puzzle. After being suppressed by the ghost dream, the incomplete puzzle was unlikely to recover in a short period of time.

In this state, if Zhao Lei did not actively use his supernatural powers, he might have been able to live and die in a state close to that of an ordinary person.

Tian Xiaoyue ignored Zhao Lei, her unusually thin body standing on tiptoe next to a tall display case, trying to see what was inside. However, because she wasn't tall enough, she had to crane her neck and look up.
"Hey, I'm talking to you."

Zhao Lei walked up to her and was about to pat her shoulder when, at the very last moment, Tian Xiaoyue's head suddenly turned at almost a ninety-degree angle, and the bulging eyes on her mask startled Zhao Lei so much that he froze on the spot.

A cold voice came from beneath the mask: "There is a curse inside this mask; you will die if you wear it."

"Oh, is this really that scary..." Zhao Lei's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

"Since it's a curse that guarantees death, I'll remove it for you for free."

Yang Jian's voice suddenly rang out. He stepped forward and stood between the two, a faint red light flashing on his forehead, and he already had a woodcutter's knife in his hand.

Tian Xiaoyue was silent for a moment before saying, "I was just joking."

He casually pointed to the display cases on both sides, which were full of uniquely designed bronze masks.

"If you want it, just go and get it yourself. That's what I took from inside."

"We won't do anything illegal." Zhao Lei pulled Zhang Han away, neither of them feeling anything was wrong with what had just happened.

Tian Xiaoyue stopped paying attention to the cauldron and began to introduce the excavation history and background of other cultural relics to Zhang Han and Zhao Lei, just like an ordinary tour guide. Her voice was steady and her content was detailed, making her sound no different from a professional tour guide.

Yang Jian didn't move, staring at the exhibit that Tian Xiaoyue had been looking up at earlier. It was a tripod vessel about half a person's height, which looked somewhat sinister and eerie under the dim lights of the museum.

(End of this chapter)