Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 136 The Museum of Souls (-5)

"Brother Leg, where is Tian Xiaoyue?"

Zhao Lei looked around, and in the blink of an eye, Tian Xiaoyue had vanished.

Yang Jian continued walking deeper into the museum with a blank expression.

"I slashed it once, so it shouldn't be showing up for a while."

"You slashed me?!"

Zhao Lei feigned surprise, "Brother Leg, you're really cruel to a flower."

"There's something wrong with that mask. When you see it, you'll subconsciously treat her like one of your own, even if she is a ghost."

Zhang Han was startled, but came to his senses after Yang Jian reminded him.

"Captain, I only now realize that what Tian Xiaoyue did just now was too bizarre, but I didn't feel anything was wrong."

Zhao Lei also realized what was happening, his face turning serious. Faced with a paranormal event, he abandoned his usual goofy personality: "A disguise? Or perhaps a misjudgment?"

Yang Jian nodded: "It's a very special item. If we can get our hands on it, we might be able to penetrate some extremely dangerous places, such as the Caesars Hotel."

A flicker of fear crossed Zhao Lei's eyes. He had stayed at the Caesars Hotel and still felt lingering fear.

After walking around the exhibition hall without finding anything, the three headed towards the exit, preparing to proceed to the next exhibition hall.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew in from the exit, carrying a chill and a foul odor, like a corpse that had been confined in a small space for years suddenly exposed to the outside, emitting a nauseating stench.

Yang Jian looked up at the exit. The sun was shining brightly outside, but there was something strange about it, as if he were looking at the world through sunglasses, and it always felt hazy.

Yang Jian immediately stopped in his tracks.

Zhang Han asked in a low voice, "Captain, have you made any discoveries?"

Pointing towards the exit, Yang Jian said, "Something's wrong. The line of sight there is suspicious."

The two looked in the direction Yang Jian was pointing, and the same strange thing happened again. It was the middle of the day and the sun was shining brightly, but their vision became blurry at this moment. This feeling was gradually increasing, as if someone was holding a black veil in front of their eyes, making the entire exit look dark.

Yang Jian looked up at the ceiling above him; there were several ventilation windows that offered a view of the sky outside the museum.

The darkness in my vision intensified again. Normally, the sky should still be bright at this time, but now it looked as if it had been splashed with a layer of gray-black ink.

Gloomy, drooping, extremely abnormal.

Yang Jian did not act rashly. In supernatural events, any slight abnormality could be fatal. He had to pay attention to every detail in order to survive.

A slit slowly opened at the forehead, but to Yang Jian's surprise, the Ghost Eye could not see through the gray-black area in front of him.

Not only that, but what shocked Yang Jian even more was that it seemed that even the Ghost Realm could not be activated.

This feeling is very similar to when Yang Jian first encountered the newspaper ghost, when his ghost eyes were completely suppressed.
The already dimly lit museum interior became even more gloomy, and the faint stench of death in the air grew stronger, as if a corpse were standing at the exit, its stench constantly pouring in.

"Zhang Han, bring out the ghost candle."

"it is good"

Zhang Han took out a bright red candle from his backpack, his whole body seemingly formed from fresh blood.

"Crack..."

The candle was lit, immediately emitting a ghostly green light, eerie and sinister. Yang took the candle and walked towards the exit.

The eerie green light was clearly visible. But strangely, whenever Yang Jian shifted his gaze to other places, his vision immediately blurred.

Yang Jian is now almost certain that they have been targeted by a ghost. The reason they haven't been attacked yet is probably just because they haven't triggered the ghost's killing pattern.

As Yang Jian approached the exit, the ghost candle, which had been burning quietly, suddenly blazed brightly, its flames flickering violently without any wind.

The candle is burning at an alarming rate.

Without hesitation, Yang Jian immediately retreated.

There's a ghost at the door, and it's extremely terrifying. Before figuring out how this ghost kills, making a rash move might lead to unforeseen consequences. Since we haven't been attacked yet, it means this ghost kills very slowly and needs some kind of medium to start killing.

"I always feel like there's poop in my eyes."

Zhao Lei rubbed his eyes, took off the hood, and two terrifying ghost faces immediately opened their eyes and looked around.

"Brother Leg, all six of my eyes look black!"

Yang Jian nodded. The ghost's attack method might be related to vision. He wasn't sure what would happen after his vision went completely dark.

The cold lake water dripped from the ceiling, and a small puddle had formed on the ground, spreading towards the outlet.

Having been able to completely suppress the supernatural power of the Ghost Eye, Yang Jian had no intention of holding back.

This time, nothing went wrong. The lake water flowed smoothly to the outlet, but there was nothing there. There was no one in the passageway, and the sunlight streaming in still gave it a faint, deathly black hue.

"Does it not exist in reality...?"

Yang Jian frowned slightly. If this ghost's location did not exist in reality, then it could only be in the Ghost Realm. But now the Ghost Eye was not moving, the Ghost Realm could not be activated, and he could not contact this ghost.

No, that's impossible.

Turning around, Yang Jian looked around and the hazy darkness intensified once again. Now, he couldn't even see things more than ten meters away.

"The attacks have been ongoing, which means the ghost is nearby, but Ghost Lake hasn't reacted at all. The location is wrong; that place might be a trap..."

The stench of death in the air grew stronger. He stared intently at the gradually darkening world before him, his mind racing.

"Captain, I can't see my surroundings at all anymore."

"Leg Bro! Me too!"

"We've been scammed."

Yang Jian blew out the ghost candle.

He continued, "At first I thought it was a ghost attacking us, but ghosts don't think. Once they start attacking, they will reveal their location. But you deliberately misled us, making us think that the ghost was at the door."

A massive black shadow slowly rose to its feet, its jet-black head radiating a chilling, burning aura, within which Yang Jian's features were faintly visible.
"Actually, you are right next to us. You have restricted my ghost eyes, preventing me from activating the ghost domain and thus from discovering your location."

"But since they're human, things are much easier..."

As soon as he finished speaking, an absolute blackness suddenly spread out.

The next second, a rich crimson light appeared in the center of the black area, and the red light grew larger and larger at an incredible speed.

(End of this chapter)