Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 142 The Museum of Souls (-9)

"Are you kidding me?"

Yang Jian stared at the handwriting on the note, countless possibilities flashing through his mind.

My cousin had actually been to this museum.

Moreover, judging from the information left on the paper, this must have happened a long time ago.

Perhaps at that time, Yang Yuan had not yet met her father, and her memory was still in a clear stage.

But then the questions arise: how did she know she would lose her memory, and how did she determine that Yang Jian would definitely enter this place?

Most importantly, Yang Yuan knew that he controlled the black flames and explicitly instructed that the black flames should not enter his consciousness.

All of this is too unbelievable. A person who existed in the Republic of China era has not only lived to this day, but has even entered this museum. In this situation of time reversal, he left Yang Jian with extremely crucial information.

What followed were even more perplexing mysteries.

When did Yang Yuan arrive here? How did she know the characteristics of this corridor and accurately predict that Yang Jian would come here?

The mysteries surrounding Yang Jian's so-called cousin are perhaps far more numerous than he imagined.

"Cousin? Whose cousin wrote that?"

Zhao Lei had his face almost pressed against the glass, which looked comical, but his eyes were filled with wariness and suspicion.

Yang Jian had long been prepared to face some supernatural events here, but he did not expect that the secrets were even more bizarre than he had imagined.

The shock in his eyes gradually faded, and Yang Jian said, "My cousin..."

"Your cousin?!"

Zhang Han and Zhao Lei both exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

Yang Jian nodded: "A person who seems to have lived from the Republic of China era to the present."

These words shocked the two of them once again. What had happened today was completely beyond their comprehension. They had thought it was just a simple mission, but they never expected it to involve so many unknown past events.

However, the two quickly calmed down. When faced with paranormal events, emotions are meaningless; maintaining a calm mind is the key to survival.

Zhao Lei took a deep breath and whispered, "Brother Leg, is it possible that your cousin, like that old man, extended her lifespan through some special method?"

Yang Jian shook his head: "I have made similar assumptions before, but all the problems point to a contradiction: she is an ordinary person and I can't feel the aura that a ghost tamer should have on her."

Speaking of this, Yang Jian suddenly remembered that in the ghost dream, his cousin had hinted that one of her eyes was a ghost, or at least had supernatural attributes. This was her standard for judging whether someone was entering a dream.

But this is too unbelievable. A living person has a vengeful ghost inside them, but they are not corrupted at all. Instead, they are no different from a normal person. This is completely illogical.

Zhang Han said, "Captain, is it possible that she came to the modern era or went to the Republic of China through this museum? You just said that the timeline in the museum is messed up. It's possible that your cousin took advantage of this chaos to cross an era and come here."

“It’s unlikely…” Yang Jian thought of his father. If Yang Yuan really used the museum’s features to travel through time through some special means, his father would definitely investigate. This would be of great help to him in controlling the Ghost Dream. However, the alien with his father’s memories in the Ghost Dream never mentioned this, which means that Yang Yuan entered the museum much earlier than he met his father.

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze. Since the deed had already been done, there was no point in continuing to daydream. Things had to be done one step at a time, and one meal had to be eaten one bite at a time.

"Let's leave here first. I'll find her and get to the bottom of this once we're outside."

Yang Jian knew of several sites left over from the Republic of China era. Now that it was confirmed that Yang Garden had a deeper entanglement with the supernatural, Yang Jian had many options to choose from.

For example, the spoon that Li Jun used when he was abroad is the perfect paranormal object for finding people.

Or perhaps there was a captain before the raid, whom he had only seen in reports.

Lu is a very special individual who seems to be able to know other people's backgrounds through supernatural means. He even provided information about several core members of the King's Organization.

Previously, Yang Jian never allowed his family to have anything to do with the supernatural. Even though he knew that Yang Yuan's memories might have been altered by his father, he did not resort to extreme measures to find her. But now the situation is completely different. Yang Jian plans to use all his resources to find her and find out the secrets she holds.

Zhao Lei looked behind him. The front and back of the corridor were exactly the same, with no difference at all. If it weren't for the exhibits on the left and right sides, he wouldn't be able to tell the front from the back at all.

He spoke up, "Leg Bro, should we move to the back?"

"No," Yang Jian said decisively. "It might be a trap. In this place, I don't trust anyone except the two of you who have been by my side the whole time."

He patted Zhao Lei on the shoulder; Yang Jian still took good care of his former classmate.

“Zhao Lei, your judgment in the face of paranormal events is indeed extraordinary, but you have too little experience. If you face a vengeful ghost alone, you will most likely get trapped and unable to escape. You may not die for the time being, but as time goes by, the danger will gradually increase, just like when you faced the newspaper ghost.”

Zhao Lei remained noncommittal. Yang Jian's analysis was accurate. If you really counted, including this one, he had only experienced three paranormal events. He certainly lacked experience.

Zhang Han comforted him, "Don't be discouraged. You're much smarter than me. I've managed to survive until now, so you're even smarter."

Zhao Lei nodded, then looked at Yang Jian and said, "Brother Leg, how do we get out now? Since we're not choosing to go back, are we just going to keep going like this?"

Yang Jian looked into the passage behind him. His long-term dealing with human skin paper had instilled in him a skeptical personality, and he did not completely believe the contents of the note.

When faced with the supernatural, he only believed in himself and that practice was the only standard.

"Based on the information available, the museum's timeline is already in disarray. Blindly going backwards might lead us completely astray."

Yang Jian calmly analyzed the situation and then made arrangements: "Zhang Han, you stay where you are. Zhao Lei, you continue walking forward."

Although the two were puzzled, they did as instructed.

Seeing the two begin to move, Yang Jian turned around and walked back the way he came.

At the same time, the headless ghostly shadow beneath their feet emitted a faint red glow. Yang Jian covered the ghostly shadow with his own ghostly domain and then connected with the two of them through the ghostly shadow.

Although his ghostly domain could temporarily withstand the museum's constant restarting, Yang Jian needed to ensure absolute safety. This corridor was too eerie; he had to use the safest method to probe its patterns.

(End of this chapter)