Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 141 The Museum of Souls (-8)

After listening, Zhao Lei seemed to be deep in thought. He said, "What if, during a supernatural collision, a vengeful ghost that exists in both the past and the future appears? Wouldn't no one be able to stop it?"

Yang Jian nodded slightly without saying anything more, which was considered as affirmation of Zhao Lei's judgment.

The three walked deeper into the museum.

This is a corridor-style exhibition hall. In the narrow passageway, dim lights hang from the ceiling, the air is unusually stale, and there is a musty smell of dust.

On both sides are thick glass walls, inside which are various exhibits full of antique charm.

Most of the items here are tools or implements.

From everyday agricultural work to essential weapons like knives, guns, and clubs for war.

A broken bronze sword, covered in rust, with faint traces of dried dark red marks still visible on its blade.

Next to it was a cracked earthenware jar, the cracks were pitch black, as if something was hiding inside and spying on it.

There was also a broken bronze mirror, its surface blurry, the reflection of the glass casting a murky light on it.

These items lay quietly in the display case, separated by glass, as if watching them pass by.

The passage was very long, stretching straight ahead until it ended in complete darkness, with no visible boundary, as if it had no end.

"Captain, this place..." Zhang Han lowered his voice and looked around warily, "It feels a lot like the doors of those rooms at the Caesars Hotel. I have a feeling that someone is watching me."

Zhao Lei followed beside him, nodding heavily. Having been inside a room at the Caesars Hotel, he felt this even more strongly.

Yang Jian suddenly stopped, his ghostly hand lightly touching the glass, and he frowned slightly.

"gold.."

"What?" Zhao Lei stepped forward, somewhat puzzled.

"The glass here is all made of gold."

Yang Jian looked into the depths of the passage. The glass walls on both sides stretched endlessly, seamlessly integrated, without any visible seams. It was as if the entire glass on both sides of the passage was manufactured from a single piece.

The process of turning gold into glass is still in its infancy even at the headquarters, yet this museum has achieved such a level of sophistication.

The three continued forward. The passageway was eerily straight, and apart from the constantly changing exhibits on both sides, the view ahead remained completely unchanged.

"Ten minutes have passed...and I still can't see the end..."

The crimson ghost eyes were fixed on the dense darkness in the distance.

Zhang Han and Zhao Lei had been keeping a close eye on the exhibits on both sides to prevent any accidents. Hearing Yang Jian's words, they both turned to look at the deepest part of the corridor.

The two then realized they had been walking for far too long. Even though they had been careful the whole way, and their pace hadn't been slow, the corridor ahead remained unchanged. They could only tell they were moving forward by the exhibits that kept appearing on either side.

"Try Ghost Domain..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a thick crimson color suddenly swelled up from Yang Jian's body, instantly filling the entire passage.

The ghost domain was compressed into an extremely thin straight line, like an arrow shot from a bow, hurtling forward at an incredible speed. With Yang Jian's current ghost domain strength, let alone this museum, he could easily search every corner of the entire Dayang City within a minute.

However, two full minutes had passed, and Yang Jian led Zhang and Zhao as they charged through the narrow passage, but ahead lay only endless darkness and endless display cases.

What's even more unsettling is that the exhibits displayed inside the gold-plated glass on both sides are all unique, with thousands upon thousands of antiques of various shapes appearing continuously as the three move around, their sheer number unimaginable.

Just then, the crimson light suddenly paused, then receded completely back into its body. Yang Jian stopped.

His pupils contracted slightly, and a rare look of disbelief appeared on his face. His gaze was fixed on an object behind the glass on his right.

He saw something, something that was both strangely familiar and incredibly bizarre.

It was a uniquely shaped handgun, sitting quietly behind the glass. It was exactly the same as the one his cousin Yang Yuan had used in her ghost dream.

The pistol has a streamlined shape, and the body seems to be made of some kind of translucent material. The overall design is very harmonious, as if it were created by nature.

Wang Xiaoming once told him that even in modern times, it would take a country's technology to replicate this manufacturing process, and his cousin had apparently been in possession of that pistol since the Republic of China era.

My mind raced. Could it be that my cousin had entered this museum and successfully escaped...? That would explain why someone from the Republican era could appear in the modern world.
However, Yang Jian immediately dismissed his idea, as it did not conform to the rules of the museum. Even if Yang Yuan had entered this place, she would only have gone to a more distant history, not to the modern era. Furthermore, she knew her father, which made it even more illogical.

With a furrowed brow, he had originally entered this place to investigate clues about the Soul Bottle and the Republic of China. Now that he had finally made some progress, he encountered something even more hidden and bizarre.

The clues are now intertwined and becoming increasingly elusive. It seems that the more one investigates the matter of the Republic of China era, the more unknown past events are buried beneath the surface.

Seeing that Yang Jian was still staring blankly, Zhao Lei couldn't help but ask, "Brother Leg, what are you looking at?"

Yang Jian suddenly realized that Zhao Lei and Awei were very passionate about shooting games and had a good understanding of firearms.

He asked, "Zhao Lei, have you ever seen this model of pistol before?"

Zhao Lei followed Yang Jian's gaze, his expression changing slightly.

"Damn, that's cool. If this were in a game, it would be worth at least ten 648s."

Although he liked to make jokes, he kept observing the pistol in front of him. After a moment, he shook his head and said, "I've never seen one like this before. This gun looks a bit like a homemade gun, but the craftsmanship is a bit too exquisite, even ahead of its time."

Suddenly, Zhao Lei seemed to notice something and pointed to the inside wall of the display case behind the guns: "Brother Leg, look there! It looks like there's a note stuck there with writing on it!"

Yang Jian immediately looked in the direction Zhao Lei pointed. His attention had been focused on the pistol, and he hadn't paid much attention to his surroundings.

The ghost's eyes couldn't see through the glass made of gold; it could only press itself against it and carefully discern the writing on it.

The handwriting is very neat and should be the work of a woman.

When Yang Jian finally saw the contents of the note, he was stunned, his eyes instantly filled with astonishment.

"Cousin, if you see this note, it means you're already deep inside the museum's corridors. That annoying Tian Xiaoyue doesn't dare to enter here. You'll never get out using the conventional methods. Backtrack, follow the museum's rules, and leave this place."

"Don't let that black fire enter your consciousness. Once you get out, you must find me and restore my memories."

(End of this chapter)