Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 145 The Museum of Souls (Part 8)
The feeling was strange, like something malicious was lurking in the shadows, watching you intently, and you couldn't pinpoint its location, only waiting for death to come.

The ghost realm collapsed instantly, and the supernatural was completely suppressed.

"Oh no... we can't escape."

Wen Zhong was filled with shock. In just one exchange, his Ghost Domain was completely suppressed, which was simply outrageous.

"Hold on!" Tian Xiaoyue shouted.

"I will change the timeline here, so that as long as Yang Jian is still in this museum, he will be able to spot us immediately upon entering!"

With that, she abruptly ripped off the bronze mask from her face.

"Pfft—" Blood spurted out. The mask had already completely fused with her face. With the forceful tearing, large pieces of flesh were also torn off.

His bloodied face was revealed; young and stiff, he was in his early twenties, but he had no trace of human life.

He opened his mouth wide, raised his hand and inserted it, as if searching for something. A moment later, a bronze-colored leaf was forcibly pulled out of his throat.

"Click——"

She used all her strength to twist and deform the leaves completely. Immediately, the entire space trembled slightly, and an indescribable sense of disorientation filled the air. Zhou Deng and Wen Zhong both noticed it; it was an ineffable disorientation.

The feeling is subtle, as if a certain fragment has been forcibly removed from reality.

"finished"

Tian Xiaoyue collapsed to the ground, her face pale and her breathing rapid: "Don't worry about me. With this blanket, I'm safe for now."

The two of them had no time to pay attention to her.

Zhou Deng's gaze was fixed on Wen Zhong's back, where a gaunt figure stood in a dark corner not far away.

It was lifeless and looked like it might collapse at any moment.

"Don't look back." Zhou Deng's voice was extremely low.

"Wait until your condition returns to normal. It seems this ghost is a single-target attacker. I will assist you; if you hold out until Yang Jian arrives, we will win."

"Understood." Wen Zhong nodded.

Both of them knew very well that they were gambling—gambling that Yang Jian would find this place soon, maybe in the next second, or maybe he would never come here at all.

But the supernatural is always like this; no one has a choice but to gamble, gambling on that one in ten thousand chance.

Just as Yang Jian hanged himself in front of the Ghost Mirror, so too is the situation the two of them are now facing.

The pupil on his forehead had opened, turning grayish-white, but it remained suppressed within a one-meter radius around his body.

"Moved!"

Zhou Deng frowned, his body taut, as he observed the female corpse.

The moment the female corpse moved, Zhou Deng suddenly pushed off and rushed forward.

He knew that when facing a vengeful ghost of this level, simply running away would only lead to a quicker death. Now that Wen Zhong was here, cooperating with him would greatly increase their chances of survival.

Zhou Deng was very fast; even without supernatural powers, his speed far exceeded that of ordinary people.

He paused, bent down, and reached out to grab the woman's arm. The way he triggered the vengeful spirit he controlled was through contact; it could only launch an attack after making contact.

The moment I grabbed your arm, I froze.

A strange feeling welled up in my heart, and my own time seemed to be accelerated, but strangely, the state of the vengeful ghost inside me was being rapidly reversed.

Her previously poor condition quickly recovered, and at the same time, the woman's previously withered face regained some color.

"A swap? My lost lifespan was transferred to it?"

Zhou Deng did not let go; through contact, he was also briefly stealing the supernatural energy from the female corpse.

Using his own unique characteristics, starting with his theft and attack, the female corpse simultaneously reversed his own state. Although his lifespan was gradually fading, he actually managed to stop the female corpse for a time.

Wen Zhong stood still, not daring to make any move, unaware of what was happening behind him.

"Zhou Deng! Is that female corpse still moving?"

A deep voice came from behind: "I've temporarily restricted you. Try to activate your Ghost Domain and see if you can get out of here."

Wen Zhong nodded, and a thin line of mold immediately extended from his feet. The ghost domain, two meters and three meters long, slowly moved forward. Zhou Deng dared not spread the ghost domain too far and was cautiously trying it out.

"It worked! Your restriction is effective!"

He moved swiftly and instantly appeared five meters away.

However, as Wen Zhong moved, the female corpse simultaneously teleported forward a short distance.

"Zao"

Zhou Deng was startled, feeling his hand suddenly go empty, and turned around to look.

The female corpse was now standing behind Wen Zhong.

"Stop! Don't move!"

Zhou Deng immediately ran back, but as soon as he took a step, he felt his legs give way and he fell to the ground.

The lifespan of a ghost tamer is inherently very short. Even though Zhou Deng's contact with the female corpse was brief, the consequences were still beyond his means.

"Damn it... I can't move."

Zhou Deng knelt on the ground, feeling utterly powerless. Although his condition was slowly improving, there was no time left for him to regain his mobility.

To Zhou Deng's horrified gaze, the terrifying female corpse took another step, stiffly walking towards Wen Zhong. "Help!"

Zhou Deng roared, his gaze fixed on Tian Xiaoyue.

At this moment, Tian Xiaoyue's face was deathly pale, and she was trembling all over. The exquisite cotton quilt was tightly wrapped around her, and it looked like it was going to strangle her to death.

She turned her head with difficulty to look at the mask lying to one side, but having lost the ability to move, she couldn't even pick it up.

A hoarse voice came from his throat: "This blanket has been tampered with. You should leave. We're both beyond saving."

"Shut up!" Zhou Deng roared.

"In paranormal events, no one knows what will happen until the very last moment! We'll have our chance when Wen Zhong's condition returns to its peak!"

Wen Zhong did not respond, but closed his eyes and felt it.

As Zhou Deng said, he was waiting, waiting for the moment when his supernatural abilities would be reversed to a perfect balance.

Time passed second by second, and the female corpse was less than a meter away from him.

He could already smell the putrid stench emanating from the woman's corpse, as if the mummified body had been buried in the ground for too long, emitting a foul odor.

Suddenly, a second pupil appeared on Wen Zhong's face, followed by a third.

Three eerie pupils looked around strangely, as if observing.

"That's about it... I've been thinking about what would happen if I superimposed two different pupils, but I never had the chance. As my condition worsened, I gave up on this attempt."

"But now... is the time..."

As soon as he finished speaking, three gray-white pupils overlapped on his forehead.

The next second, Wen Zhong's figure disappeared from the spot, along with the female corpse.

The grayish-white light seemed to shine through human skin, dim and exuding an aura of death.

On the glass surface, mold was growing wildly, covering the entire tomb in the blink of an eye.

"Supernatural superimposition?"

A hint of disbelief flashed in Zhou Deng's eyes. Although the degree of superposition was extremely small, Wen Zhong had indeed done it.

Even if it was done by using the characteristics of a female corpse, it is a signature supernatural method for someone who has reached the captain level.

On the path to controlling vengeful spirits, luck, judgment, and an understanding of the supernatural are all indispensable.

Most importantly, it depends on one's own understanding. Wen Zhong is clearly such a person. If he hadn't had the opportunity to develop a deeper understanding of the supernatural before due to bad luck, then...

So now, it can be said that, through his own analysis and judgment, and drawing on his previous experience, he has achieved this level of accomplishment.

However, in this era of resurrected vengeful spirits, despair is the dominant theme.

Wen Zhong's figure reappeared, but even in this state, he was still unable to fight against the female corpse.

The female corpse was already pressed against his back, stiffly raising her hand and pressing it on Wen Zhong's head, as if trying to forcibly turn his head around.

"Zhou Deng!"

At that moment, Wen Zhong actually turned his head and glanced at Zhou Deng. He knew he was about to die.

He chose to enter the museum voluntarily. He could have easily left, but unlike most people in charge, he was always filled with a sense of justice before he even controlled the vengeful spirit. Solving paranormal events and saving innocent people has always been his style of doing things.

Moreover, his sense of justice is completely different from Tong Qian's ignorant sense of justice; he has his own thoughts and a more thorough understanding of the supernatural.

However, in this desperate era, no one is the protagonist; failure means death.

Wen Zhong smiled at Zhou Deng. He admired this colleague he had only known for a short time. Zhou Deng's courage in the face of a vengeful ghost and his judgment were impressive.

“You shouldn’t die here. Get out and find Yang Jian. I have a theory that the pupils in my body might be deeply connected to his Ghost Eye. Tell him this information, and he will help you.”

"Let's go... Zhou Deng."

Zhou Deng clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot. He was all too familiar with this kind of scene.

This sense of powerlessness, this familiar feeling of witnessing his comrades die, no matter how hard he tried, he was ultimately met with an even more desperate reality.

But he had no other choice; merely surviving was the limit he could manage.

Just as he was about to give up.

Red, an extremely abnormal scarlet.

Extreme, violent, tyrannical and unreasonable. Like being drenched in a splash of blood.

The colors of the entire world were washed away, leaving only an eerie, rampant crimson.

In sight, wisps of black flame burned silently.

When he looked over again, three people appeared in the distance.

The leader was a young man dressed as a person in charge, whose emotionless eyes scanned them.

A crimson tinge flickered faintly on his forehead. In his hand, a rusty woodcutter's knife hung limply.

A drop of cold lake water fell on Zhou Deng's face, startling him awake. At that moment, only one thought occupied his mind.

Yang Jian is here!

(End of this chapter)