Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 148 The Museum of Souls (Part 11)

But the idea only flashed through my mind.

Yang Jian would not give up easily because of a single, unverifiable text, nor would he ever place his hopes on vague warnings.

Even the ghosts that were almost absolute prophecies, like the human skin paper, he never completely believed.

Spread out your arms and fall straight backward.

"thump."

His entire body sank completely into the lake.

The life force quickly dissipated from his face, his limbs began to stiffen, and then Yang Jian's body gradually disappeared into the dark lake bottom.

On the lake, a huge black shadow stood silently, looking seven or eight parts similar to Yang Jian's back.

The expressions on Tian Xiaoyue and the others' faces could no longer be described as shock.

A guess flashed through the minds of all three at the same time.

The real Yang Jian may have died long ago, and the one currently controlling that body is merely a vengeful ghost possessing Yang Jian's memories.

Even Zhao Lei and Zhang Han were still incredibly surprised to see Yang Jian in this state again.

They completely abandoned their human appearance and became some kind of alien being.

At this moment, this terrifying vengeful ghost descended upon this space, its mere presence enough to suffocate anyone who dared to stand there.

A thick, viscous crimson liquid. Then came absolute darkness, coalescing into the shape of a head, its edges still flickering with black flames.

On his forehead, an intense crimson gleam, almost solidified, slowly rotated.

The head of this vengeful ghost looked extremely strange. Although it was completely black and no shape could be seen, anyone who looked at it would clearly recognize that it was Yang Jian's face.

It was cold, deathly silent, and devoid of any emotion.

As this terrifying ghost descended, a patch of black flames gradually ignited on the lake's surface.

The once calm lake water suddenly became restless, surging and flowing wildly like living water.

"Woo-woof!"

A dog barked, and everyone instinctively looked at the big black dog at Yang Jian's feet.

Black glints danced on the barbed hairs.

Its already jet-black fur became even darker, with black flames now covering it, making the vicious dog's already enormous size grow even larger.

The next second, the entire lake surface suddenly changed, and a lush green forest appeared in it.

Ghost Lake allows ghost dreams to invade reality, but that's not enough. Yang Jian wants a more realistic world.

Now, only the most crucial step remains. He needs to use the black fire to completely transform it into a new timeline.

A pure darkness flashed through the red light, and then the whole world seemed to be turned upside down.

The lake floats in the air, and the ceiling is underfoot; this bizarre sense of displacement challenges the limits of everyone's senses.

Black flames burned fiercely, and the dream world reflected on the lake was gradually being covered and enveloped by blackness.

The supernatural is merging and clashing. Two completely different pieces of the puzzle are being forcibly pieced together by Yang Jian at this moment.

Gradually, the lake water became murky and dark.

Darkness was rapidly filling the entire lake.

In the instant the entire lake turned completely black, a surging darkness swept over us. There was no sound; time seemed to stand still, completely imperceptible.

This is a space without up, down, left, or right. In the deathly darkness, a scene floats silently in the far distance.

That was Yang Jian's dream, or rather, the manifestation of Yang Jian's consciousness.

Upon closer inspection, in the center of the image, a terrifying, enormous black shadow stands amidst a forest. In a dream where supernatural phenomena would never normally occur, the influence of the black fire gradually makes things unpredictable.

Suddenly, a small part of the image was missing, as if it had been forcibly cut off by something.

Without warning, the whole scene came rushing in, yet it felt as if the person was uncontrollably rushing into the woods.

My eyelids felt incredibly heavy, as if I might fall asleep at any moment. My consciousness began to blur, but my body felt like it was being pulled by something, plummeting downwards at breakneck speed.

Both consciousness and body experienced abnormalities, but those present were helpless and had no idea what was happening.

Seemingly reaching a certain limit, the absolute blackness suddenly dissipated, and when everyone came to their senses, they were already in a lush forest.

Not far away was an old wooden house, where the terrifying ghost still stood.

Yang Jian was in extremely poor condition at this moment. Every supernatural event comes at a price. This method of forcibly altering the dream into a real timeline through black fire caused the supernatural forces within Yang Jian's body to become almost completely unbalanced.

I glanced at the horizon, where the darkness was rapidly closing in on the forest. This world wouldn't last long, at most a minute.

He raised the rusty machete in his hand again, pointing it with difficulty at the female corpse opposite him.

Within this world, Yang Jian can instantly anchor himself to any medium.

Raise your hand and lower it.

This time, there were no surprises. The woman's head fell to the ground with a thud and rolled to the side.

The almost tangible gaze from behind vanished instantly, and the female corpse was completely suppressed by Yang Jian.

The timeline the female corpse could travel back to wasn't here; it didn't belong here to begin with. It could be said that the female corpse's own timeline was completely disrupted.

This means that Yang Jian has effectively and perfectly circumvented this pattern of murder.

In this entirely new timeline, it cannot pinpoint the past of the vengeful spirit currently residing within Yang Jian, and therefore cannot reverse the spirit's state. However, it cannot alter its killing patterns and continues to attack Yang Jian.

Under the influence of supernatural forces, the female corpse went into a state of paralysis.

"Zhang Han." Yang Jian's cold voice came from inside the dark head. At this moment, Yang Jian was completely unable to move. Just that one slash had rendered him incapable of action.

But the effect was truly terrifying; a single slash completely dismembered a suspected S-level vengeful ghost.

Zhang Han was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and immediately rushed towards the female corpse.

He took out a specially made body bag and put the female corpse inside. The whole process went smoothly; after Yang Jian dismembered the female corpse, it was completely suppressed and remained motionless.

The enormous black shadow swayed slightly. Yang Jian wanted to try something more, but the restlessness of the vengeful spirit within him made him give up. He wasn't sure what terrible things would happen if he continued.

Although he didn't believe the contents of the note, his actions at that moment were inherently dangerous.

A vast expanse of lake water was poured down from the sky, irrigating the world.

But strangely, the colorful world was washed away by the lake water, which turned black and murky.

The forest quickly disappeared under the scouring of the lake, revealing a familiar environment. The group returned to the enormous tomb inside the museum.

Yang Jian glanced at the body bag beside him; he had successfully imprisoned the female corpse using the black fire.

(End of this chapter)