Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 140 The Museum of Souls (-7)

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly.

It's utterly unbelievable that anyone could come up with such a plan. Using supernatural powers, through this infinite restarting method, they could travel backward through countless years, until they reach the unknowable past.
The sheer audacity and boldness of the idea itself left him somewhat shaken.

"Go on," Yang Jian said calmly.

"She paid a heavy price, sealing off the past and forcibly preventing the museum's existence from entering our time. She also told us that the vengeful ghosts that emerged from inside were deliberately brought into the museum by someone from the future, and that people from the future are sacrificing the lives of everyone in our time to secure a safe future."

Yang Jian pondered upon hearing this.

According to the old man, this museum could transport vengeful ghosts back to their past. He recalled the strange phenomenon that there were no ghosts in Dayang City. Could it be that the person who had been dealing with the ghosts had used this museum to banish them all to the past?
"How have you survived until now?"

"The Soul Bottle..." The old man smiled sadly.

“I dismembered myself and then, with the help of the Reform Society’s plan, reassembled my lower body, which had been completely resurrected as a vengeful ghost. Finally, I was forcibly locked in a soul bottle. As long as I enter the museum’s premises, I can sense that the seal of the soul bottle actually has a hidden door on the inside. I can come out from inside whenever I want.”

"Through this method, my lifespan was extended to an unprecedented length, but it also made me neither human nor ghost... However, in order to stop the vengeful ghosts from continuing to invade our era, I voluntarily chose to participate in this mission."

Yang Jian nodded. It seemed that the Reform Society already had considerable influence during the Republic of China era. The soul bottle he had encountered in Dajing City was probably filled with a ghost tamer from the Republic of China era, but he failed and died inside.

"Ugh—" The old man suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. He was about to die, but he still managed to stand up.

"My time is running out. I only have one day left to live after I come out of the bottle. Tell me! Who created that dog? With your supernatural abilities alone, it is absolutely impossible for you to do something so incredible."

"No rush." ​​Yang Jian walked forward, sipping a can of iced cola.

"You still haven't told me how to unblock the past. If it can be blocked, then there must be a medium."

The old man was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and a ferocious glint suddenly flashed in his cloudy eyes. He roared with his last bit of strength, "You won't find out! Bringing vengeful ghosts back from the future to the past without limit is like drinking poison to quench thirst. This method is fundamentally wrong!"

"Of course I understand."

Yang Jian crouched down, his cold eyes staring directly into the old man's fading gaze: "I will deal with all the vengeful ghosts trying to travel back in time through the museum, at least those from my era. I'm a man of my word, and I have no reason to lie to a dead man."

He pointed to the big black dog sitting quietly beside him: "This dog belongs to my dad. His original plan was to personally replace a vengeful ghost and become a unique anomaly, but he failed. This dog is just a backup plan after his failure."

The old man suddenly realized, revealing deep regret: "So that's how it is... It's such a waste not to use such a brilliant idea on people..."

He sighed, "What a hero! If your father had succeeded, I think he would have been the one we've all been hoping for—the one who could finally end the supernatural era..."

“Failure is failure.” Yang Jian stood up, his tone completely calm. “It’s useless to say anything more to a dead person. I plan to explore deeper levels of the supernatural. If you still don’t want to tell me, I don’t mind using some special methods.”

The old man gave a bitter laugh.

He knew Yang Jian possessed such abilities; it was only natural that he could drag him into a dream and read his memories. He said, "Young man, I don't trust you, but I see a kind of courage in you, a feeling I've only seen in those seven people. Whatever your pursuit is, I believe our paths lead to the same destination. I hope you can keep your promise."

Yang Jian downed his cola in one gulp and stood up: "I have never broken a promise."

The old man's eyes had begun to completely lose focus; he was about to die. He had endured countless years inside the soul bottle, suffering unbearable pain, but unexpectedly, he encountered Yang Jian in the end.

"A Tree"

"The roulette wheel is the key to starting it."

Suddenly, the old man's body stiffened, and he fell straight backward, his eyes wide open, completely lifeless.

Yang Jian glanced at the corpse at his feet and patted the big black dog beside him. Then, the surrounding scenery gradually unfolded, revealing the museum environment from top to bottom like a water wall.

"team leader!"

Zhang Han immediately rushed forward and ripped the half of Yang Jian's withered corpse off his back.

Yang Jian was soaking wet, as if he had just been pulled out of the water. He said, "I'm fine. This person is dead. The matter is resolved. Let's continue moving into the museum."

"Huh? Dead?"

Zhao Lei was standing to the side, pressing down hard on the half of the withered corpse that Zhang Han had just thrown out.

"I also want to show him the power of the Three-Faced Buddha of Dachang City."

Yang Jian stepped forward, grabbed the old man's mutilated body, and glanced at the ancient cauldron covered in verdigris in the center of the hall. This should be a container made by a ghost tamer at some point to imprison a vengeful ghost.

He lifted the corpse like a chick, walked to the cauldron, and casually tossed it inside. A ghostly figure wriggled beneath his feet, grabbed the heavy lid of the cauldron, and slammed it shut with a clang.

The joint between the mouth of the cauldron and the lid should be a mortise and tenon structure. Yang Jian twisted it with force, and a clear "click" sound came from inside that the lid was locked.

Looking through the ghost's eyes, the sealed cauldron appeared as a single, seamless piece, without a single gap in sight.

Zhang Han asked with some concern, "Captain, is this alright? What if an ordinary person accidentally wanders in and opens it..."

"No ordinary person can open it," Yang Jian said.
“The timeline in this museum is very unstable. The person just now came from the Republican era. I plan to seal this place off completely. This kind of place is too dangerous. On the surface, it may not be as full of ghosts as the Caesars Hotel, but when it comes to supernatural phenomena related to time, no one can be sure what will happen in the next second.”

"The Republic of China era? The timeline is very unstable?" Zhao Lei asked.

"That's right. This museum moves backward in time, which means that if you stay here, you might encounter people from a previous era, or even ghosts."

(End of this chapter)