Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 147 The Museum of Souls (Part 10)
Fortunately, the female corpse's counter-intrusion was only achieved through the medium of the wood-chopping knife, and Yang Jian's time here was very short, so it would not cause him any real harm.

The next moment, just as Yang Jian had expected, his head fell off without warning, without any wound opening.

Bending down, Yang Jian picked up the head and put it back in.

Amidst the flashing red light, the wound healed completely.

The attack with the machete was ineffective; other means of imprisonment were necessary.

Yang Jian glanced at the golden coffin deep in the tomb. He had tried to move the female corpse, but to no avail. The female corpse was standing there not because of her position, but as an external manifestation of the murder pattern in progress.

Unless Yang Jian can completely suppress it and interrupt this process, the previous situation of attacks being counter-invaded will continue to occur.

The gaze behind him grew stronger, like a tangible gaze carrying malice that pierced through layers of ghostly energy and landed on Yang Jian's back.

An attack targeting him alone began.

But Yang Jian did not panic; his mind was rapidly analyzing the characteristics of the female corpse.

"Reversing Time"

A strange black flame flickered around him. Yang Jian glanced at it and asked, "What if we change its timeline?"

"No."

He immediately rejected the proposal.

"I have no way of accessing the timeline that the black fire replaced. If this corpse were to invade the new timeline and attack me again, I would be completely defenseless."

Beneath their feet, water seeped continuously from the glass surface, already reaching above their calves.

Yang Jian's gaze fell on the black dog that kept pacing back and forth in the lake.

"What if it were a timeline that I could control, or rather, one that I could personally travel to?"

Under the suppression of the Ghost Lake, the female corpse temporarily stopped moving, but the constant sense of being watched from behind still remained, though very faint, but the restriction was failing.

However, this also gave Yang Jian enough time to think.

At the same time, Zhou Deng and the other two were all slumped on the ground. Their condition was gradually being suppressed and brought to a state of equilibrium due to the existence of Ghost Lake.

However, at this moment, the three of them were filled with shock.

Judging from her behavior just now, this female corpse was at least A-level in terms of terror, but she was as docile as a real corpse in front of Yang Jian.

It could even be said that Yang Jian restricted him to his spot in an instant.

Given this situation, Yang Jian will be able to imprison him very soon.

Wen Zhong and Zhou Deng exchanged a glance, both sensing the shock in each other. The difference between them and their captain was simply worlds apart.

Facing a vengeful ghost capable of killing him instantly, Yang Jian could suppress it with almost no injury.

Zhang Han and Zhao Lei walked over to Tian Xiaoyue, picked up the mask, and examined it carefully.

Without the masks, the two were no longer affected by that familiar sense of kinship. Zhao Lei said to Tian Xiaoyue, "Hey, are you alright? Do you need any help?"

Tian Xiaoyue looked at Zhao Lei. This boy didn't seem to mind at all that she had once used supernatural powers to deceive him. His mind could be described as having a kind and innocent side.

He shook his head slightly. "Thank you. These lakes are strange. I'm fine for now. Your captain is indeed fierce, but I don't know how long he can last."

“You don’t need to worry about that.” Zhang Han stood aside and said coldly, “With the captain here, it’s only a matter of time before we deal with that ghost.”

Time ticked by, and Yang Jian's standoff with the female corpse had lasted for over a minute, an extremely rare occurrence in supernatural events. Yang Jian wasn't incapable of moving; the female corpse wasn't powerful enough to kill him outright. However, in this supernatural confrontation, the female corpse was gradually gaining the upper hand.

There is a limit to how much power a human can wield, and Yang Jian is no exception.

But the female corpse's counter-intrusion just now, and the subsequent reflections, made him see another possibility.

Nowadays, Yang Jian no longer has much desire to increase his own level of supernatural terror. In his understanding, these almost miraculous supernatural powers are merely byproducts of exploring the supernatural.

It is important, but not essential.

Just like Wang Xiaoming, a perfectly normal human being, he has taken the lead over everyone else on the path of exploring the supernatural.

Without addressing the fundamental issue of the existence of vengeful spirits, all efforts are futile.

Therefore, he now places more emphasis on the application of the supernatural, or rather, exploring the essence of vengeful ghosts and the root of the supernatural through more diverse development.

"As long as I can use the black fire to move the female corpse to a timeline I can access, I can circumvent its almost unsolvable backtracking and dismember it instantly..."

Yang Jian took a step forward and stood opposite the female corpse.

"But I can't take the most crucial step... I can't even make contact with the timeline revealed within the black flames..."

At my feet, a large black dog suddenly leaped out of the cold lake.

"But within that black fire, where countless possibilities arise every moment, anything can happen..."

The black dog strolled over and sat down beside Yang Jian, awaiting his instructions.

"In the world of ghost dreams, I can completely control everything that happens within it..."

Looking at the lake, a huge black shadow was reflected on the rippling waves, and Yang Jian's face was faintly visible in the cold, burning black flames.

"Using the Ghost Lake as a medium, Ghost Dream can pull anyone into a dream world; conversely, dreams can invade reality through the Ghost Lake. In DQ City, the anomaly who possessed my father appeared in Meishan Village in reality through this method..."

The crimson on his forehead intensified, and an astonishing idea gradually took shape in his mind.

The old man from the Republic of China era once said that the ghostly puzzle inside Yang Jian's body was gradually forming a completely new kind of supernatural phenomenon, which inspired him.

"If I implant the black fire into my consciousness, invade my dreams, and then intervene in the Ghost Lake through ghost dreams, completely transforming it into reality..."

A blinding red light flashed, and in the entire empty tomb, all that remained in everyone's sight was that eternally unchanging crimson.

"Could that create a completely new timeline, one that I can access and fully control..."

Under the supernatural confrontation, Yang Jian was nearing his limit. It wasn't that the female corpse was particularly terrifying, but rather that Yang Jian had too many methods he couldn't use.

The previous attack with the machete has already proven that if a large-scale restart occurs, this female corpse may very well follow the medium to attack her past self.

Behind him, that tangible gaze returned once more, and Yang Jian's head suddenly twisted backward a fraction of an inch in that instant.

There was no time to weigh the options anymore. That's always how it is in supernatural events; everyone is driven by despair. Yang Jian had no choice, and neither did anyone else.

He had to act.

In that instant, he remembered the message Yang Yuan had left for him on that note.

"Don't let that black fire enter your consciousness."

(End of this chapter)