Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 143 The Museum of Souls (-10)

The corridor was deathly silent.

Gradually, the three figures began to separate.

On Zhao Lei's side, the end remained an endless expanse of darkness, as if footsteps were swallowed up by this space and could never be heard. This corridor seemed to have no end.

Meanwhile, Yang Jian was moving back the way he came. His crimson eyes on his forehead were fixed on the end of the road ahead, where a faint light flickered on and off.

However, he did not act rashly. He was not foolish enough to believe that he could get out of here simply by retreating.

"The contents of that note are true, but it can't be that simple..."

With a somber expression, Yang Jian was deep in thought.

"Follow the museum's established practices..."

"Time rewinding..."

"Reboot..."

Yang Jian maintained a steady pace, but strangely, the light in front of him never got closer. Instead, it maintained an extremely eerie "constant distance," as if the distance between the light and him had never changed.

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed.

"I am moving, but the exit is not moving... This is not simply a spatial folding, but my own time is being constantly reset, and my position is locked by the constantly restarting time."

"What if I restart myself, fighting against the ever-restarting supernatural forces within the museum while moving towards the exit?"

Without much hesitation, he immediately took action.

A crimson tinge quietly spread from his body, as if blood was seeping out from under his skin, quickly staining his limbs and face, and his whole body gradually turned into a blood-red figure.

Yang Jian did not choose to restart immediately. He wanted to observe and confirm the details and changes at the end of the corridor.

However, he still did not stop moving.

The next second, the restart began.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

In the crimson vision, the faint light in the far distance gradually magnified and became clearer.

"It worked. My own restart and the museum's restart created a conflict. Between the supernatural forces clashing with each other, the two sides reached a balance, and I was able to leave this place."

The red light suddenly dissipated, and the white light at the end abruptly changed, returning to its dim state.

"Do I have to rush out within the restart time... otherwise this corridor will restart my position again and pull me back to the starting point."

Yang Jian stopped in his tracks and did not move forward.

Now that a solution has been found, the next step is simply to take Zhao Lei and Zhang Han and forcibly escape from here through a wide-range reboot.

However, it must be said that this corridor is extremely eerie, and one must possess at least two supernatural abilities to get out of here.

First, it must have the ability to restart itself and compete with the museum's timeline.

Secondly, the speed must be at its maximum to reach the exit before the restart ends. Otherwise, everything will be in vain.

If multiple people are involved, the conditions become even more stringent, and it may even require mastering the forbidden supernatural power of wide-range restart.

Yang Jian happens to possess all of these qualities. If any one of these conditions were missing, even a captain-level figure would likely find it difficult to escape.

With a thought, the ghostly shadow beneath his feet quickly shrank, and Zhang Han and Zhao Lei appeared beside him.

"Leg Bro, have you found a solution?"

Yang Jian nodded.

"In the constantly restarting timeline, as long as you can keep yourself from being restarted at the same time, the supernatural forces will counteract each other, and you can escape."

Having said that, Yang Jian no longer hesitated, and eight ghost eyes suddenly appeared on the ghostly figure. In an instant, an extreme crimson color suddenly surged, like a tide engulfing the entire corridor, the blood light churning and thick as if fresh blood was about to drip down.

Even so, the surging red light could not penetrate the glass on both sides even a little bit. This place was simply a confinement passage tailor-made for vengeful ghosts. Once a ghost was brought here, the vengeful ghost, which had no self-awareness, would be trapped here forever.

The crimson color was still surging, rushing out of control towards the far distance.

In the depths of this crimson expanse, wisps of black flames suddenly appeared.

These black flames were extremely unstable, as if they were about to burn down the entire ghost realm at any moment, yet they were suppressed by some kind of force, and could only flicker silently in the red light.

Since Yang Jian began to control the black flames, he was unsure of what level he had reached. But that's how the supernatural is; very few living ghost controllers know what the effects of using their supernatural powers to their fullest extent will be.

Once the firepower is fully unleashed, it often means that vengeful spirits are resurrected.

But at this moment, Yang Jian wanted to try to get a little closer to his limit.

The taboo of reversing life and death has begun.

Zhang and Zhao looked around, but nothing had changed. The exhibited objects remained quietly placed behind the glass. Although there were no reference points, the two clearly felt something frantically retreating. This was a sensation; any living being has an instinctive response to such a reversal of life and death, a fact that defies logic.

In the first second, a flash of red light appeared before my eyes, and the scenery on both sides was suddenly stretched into countless straight lines, as if the entire space had been forcibly stretched into a phantom.

In the second, Yang Jian was clearly standing still, but the faint light at the end rushed towards him like a madman, at an unbelievable speed. The light became clearer and clearer, more and more dazzling.

In the third second, the red light suddenly dissipated, and when the two came to their senses, they were no longer in that corridor.

Before us was a huge funnel-shaped tomb.

The three were standing on a huge, thick reinforced glass surface, which was covered with cracks and looked as if it might shatter completely at any moment.

Three figures could be vaguely seen standing ahead.

Two men, and a woman wearing a bronze mask.

"Tian Xiaoyue?"

Because of the distance, Zhao Lei squinted and was initially unsure of the person in front of him.

As he spoke, Zhao Lei was about to step forward.

"do not move."

A cold hand blocked his way, and Yang Jian's broad back obstructed his view.

He held a rusty machete in his hand, and his scarlet eyes on his forehead stared intently ahead.

“Tick…”

On the ceiling, cold lake water was dripping little by little.

The stench of corpses, a strong, pungent smell, filled the vast tomb space.

Zhao Lei and Zhang Han then saw it clearly.

That was indeed Tian Xiaoyue, but she was wrapped in a thin quilt, seemingly confined to one spot. Her body was trembling slightly, and her face was pale, as if she might collapse at any moment.

Beside them were two men dressed as managers.

One of the men had a pupil open between his forehead, but unlike Yang Jian's ghost eye which was vertical, this pupil was horizontal.

But what's even more terrifying is that behind the man stands a shriveled female corpse, its skin clinging tightly to the bones, displaying an unnatural, deathly yellow hue, exuding a lifeless and chilling atmosphere.

Another man was kneeling on the ground, looking up with difficulty at Yang Jian.

"Captain Yang..." he shouted with all his might, his voice hoarse, "I am Zhou Deng, the newly appointed head of Dayang City! We came here to investigate the anomalies! Quick! Save people first!"

(End of this chapter)