Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 135 The Museum of Souls (-4)

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any bronze tripods in Sanxingdui, but this one is placed here without looking out of place. In terms of both shape and craftsmanship, it complements the bronze masks in this exhibition hall.

However, within Yang Jian's crimson vision, all he saw was black. He couldn't see through the inside of the cauldron, as if something was covering it and obstructing his view.

"gold?"

The ghostly figure silently covered the surface, but could only invade the surface of the cauldron. It was blocked by a layer of hard material in the middle, and no matter how hard Yang Jian tried, he could not advance even an inch.

"The exterior was cast in bronze, while the interior was made of gold, and it was sealed very well."

The manufacturing method of this eyebrow is very similar to that of the soul bottle. The exterior is covered with other things, but the inside is made of gold as a container to imprison evil spirits.

"Hey, what are you looking at? Come take a look at this."

Zhao Lei greeted Yang Jian from the front, wearing a bronze mask that looked exactly the same material as the one in the display case.

"Zhao Lei, take off your mask."

Seeing this, Yang Jian walked over and reached out to remove the mask from Zhao Lei's face.

"Who gave it to you?"

“Tian Xiaoyue, didn’t she say that you can just take this thing? Look.”

As he spoke, Zhao Lei pointed to the side, where Tian Xiaoyue actually lifted the entire glass of the display case and took out the bronze mask inside.

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed. The scene was too bizarre. Although there weren't many tourists around, quite a few people stopped to watch.

However, there was no surprise on their faces. They seemed to ignore Tian Xiaoyue's actions, as if these things were just how they should be and as a matter of course.

Staring intently at Tian Xiaoyue not far away, Yang Jian asked, "Zhao Lei, Zhang Han, do you feel anything is wrong or unusual?"

The two were stunned for a moment.

"No, there's nothing unusual about it."

Zhao Lei shrugged.

Zhang Han fell into deep thought. He had followed Yang Jian the longest and trusted him completely. He understood that Yang Jian would never ask meaningless questions; he must have discovered something to ask such a question.

He thought for a moment and then said, "Captain, from the moment we arrived in Dayang City to this museum, I haven't noticed anything amiss. But since you asked, I think you must have made a discovery. If I had to answer your question, the only change is that we now have Tian Xiaoyue among us."

Yang Jian nodded. It seemed that his choice to let Zhang Han lead the team to deal with the supernatural event alone was not wrong. After the frozen ghost incident, Zhang Han had grown significantly and had learned to think about the differences between some unusual and obscure clues.

“That’s right.” Yang Jian pointed to Tian Xiaoyue, who was still reaching for her mask not far away, and continued to ask:

"What do you two think she's doing right now?"

Although Yang Jian had made some discoveries, he needed to confirm one thing.

Seeing Yang Jian's reaction, Zhao Lei also stopped playing around. He began to observe Tian Xiaoyue, but he didn't find anything amiss, so he simply repeated what he had seen: "She's currently opening a display case and taking out masks, but that seems to be illegal, doesn't it?"

"Yes... that's the feeling of incongruity."

The crimson substance materialized on Yang Jian's body, and his figure vanished instantly, along with Tian Xiaoyue who was not far away, entering the deeper ghost realm space.

Here, everything is suspended, and only the two people are still able to move.

Tian Xiaoyue was slightly taken aback at first, then turned her head to look at Yang Jian.

"What happened? Why is everyone frozen?"

However, only a dog barked in response. "Woof—Woof!!!"

A huge black dog leaped out of a puddle on the ground, baring its ferocious fangs, and circled around Tian Xiaoyue.

"It is indeed extremely strange. If I didn't have this dog, I might have been fooled by you too."

Yang Jian's cold voice rang out from the red light.

The intense crimson glow obscured his features, a red light shimmering between his brows, and a faint, eerie black flame flickered within. The ghostly hand, carrying a woodcutter's knife, approached Tian Xiaoyue step by step.

The next second, he appeared in front of Tian Xiaoyue.

A huge black shadow blocked Tian Xiaoyue's entire view. Ghost eyes looked down at her from above, devoid of any emotion. A rusty woodcutter's knife was already at her neck.

I will only ask you once.

A trembling voice came from beneath the bronze mask: "Yang Jian, your state has truly startled me. I can't even tell if you're a human or a ghost... But you can't kill me, at least not within this timeframe."

Her body was trembling uncontrollably, and the fear in Tian Xiaoyue's voice was palpable.

"is it?"

The next second, everything spun around her, and Tian Xiaoyue's head flew off, a look of astonishment still on her face. She hadn't expected Yang Jian to act so decisively.

However, something strange happened.

The scene begins to rewind, and the head that flew off returns, landing back on Tian Xiaoyue's head.

"A wide-ranging reboot?"

A hint of doubt flashed across her face. The attack had already taken effect, but this kind of wide-range restart even caused the medium after using the machete to regress. If Tian Xiaoyue had this ability, she wouldn't need to show fear like she did just now.

"No...it's slightly different from restarting. Let's try cutting it again."

Yang Jian raised his wood-chopping knife again, but this time he hesitated. In a moment of distraction, Tian Xiaoyue in front of him became a kindred spirit in Yang Jian's subconscious mind, just like him, a member of Guanjiang Community.

"Woof!!!" A dog's bark pulled Yang Jian back from his daze.

Just then, Tian Xiaoyue suddenly turned around and ran away. She was shocked. She had just attacked Yang Jian, but she couldn't even last a second.

Yang Jian did not pursue, but stood still and began to think, his brows slightly furrowed.

Is the pattern a misjudgment?

The surrounding crimson glow had begun to ripple slightly, and even 60% of the ghost realm was almost unable to withstand this large-scale time reversal restart from the museum.

"What would happen if you wore that mask when facing a ghost? Would the ghost mistake you for one of its own, or would you be attacked?"

Yang Jian thought of another possibility: if the mask could make the ghost mistake him for one of its own kind, then he might be able to use the mask to penetrate deeper into the Caesars Hotel, and even confront the tall male corpse.

The red light gradually receded back into his body, and Yang Jian reappeared in front of Zhao and Zhang.

On the other side, Tian Xiaoyue, in a panic, rushed into a secret room and bumped headfirst into a soul bottle the size of a palm.

The soul bottle shattered immediately upon hitting the ground, revealing the inner gold layer. The sealed cap also flew off, and a large pool of corpse fluid and broken hair gushed out like garbage being dumped.

"It's over.."

The next second, darkness descended, and the surroundings suddenly became eerily quiet.

(End of this chapter)