Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 149 The Museum of Souls (Part Twelve)

Incredibly, this was almost equivalent to Yang Jian creating a real world, though it was less than the size of a forest and could only last for a minute.

But as long as Yang Jian is in that forest for even a minute, he can use supernatural powers without restraint. Even if a vengeful ghost revives, he can instantly replace the concept of "revival".

However, Yang Jian doesn't dare to do that yet. He is still wary of the existence of the Black Flame. If he were to arbitrarily change the timeline, no one could guarantee what unpredictable changes might occur.

The principle is very simple: there is no supernatural element in the Ghost Dream. It is only because Yang Jian forcibly changed its characteristics through the black fire.

Within that minute, Yang Jian continuously projected his dreams onto reality through Ghost Dream, while Black Fire simultaneously altered these dreams into a real timeline.

As long as Yang Jian can still dream, the number of timelines within that minute is an almost infinite number for him.

As long as he maintains a balance between the Black Flame, Ghost Dream, and Ghost Lake, he can use Ghost Lake to virtually switch the revived state to a timeline without revival or even without vengeful ghosts within this minute.

This is a near-cheating, insane alteration of its own existence.

"Leg Bro... are you alright?"

Zhao Lei cautiously asked, "Although Yang Jian has returned to his normal appearance, he is soaking wet, and murky black lake water keeps bubbling up from his body. He looks like he has been drowning in the lake for too long, and his body has begun to decompose, which is extremely creepy."

"I'm fine." Yang Jian shook his head. His guess had been correct. He stopped thinking about the forest in the black fire and had more important things to do now.

Carrying a machete, he walked step by step toward Tian Xiaoyue.

Seemingly because of the lake water washing over her, Tian Xiaoyue somehow managed to take off the quilt.

She looked at Yang Jian in horror. Under the red light, his entire face was hidden in shadow, looking sinister and terrifying. She could only vaguely see Yang Jian's emotionless eyes, lifeless and devoid of any human vitality.

This demonic man is approaching her.

run!
That was the only thought in her mind.

The shock Yang Jian brought her was so great that she couldn't even tell whether the current Yang Jian was a human or a ghost.

He suddenly turned around and ran away.

However, a rusty machete was already at her neck.

A chilling voice came from behind.

"I told you, you only have one chance to answer my question."

With a slight exertion, Yang Jian's wood-chopping knife immediately sliced ​​into Tian Xiaoyue's neck.

"Where is that tree, and what does the roulette wheel point to?"

Tian Xiaoyue was startled.

"How did you know the tree existed?!" she immediately realized. "You've already met people from the Republic of China era?!"

Amidst the red light, Tian Xiaoyue's head flew high into the air. This time, in the correct timeline of the museum, Yang Jian did not give her another chance to restart.

She still had a hint of surprise on her face. She should have known that Yang Jian wouldn't give her a chance to say the wrong thing.

But she was still alive. No blood gushed from the broken neck; only pale, waxy chunks of flesh were exposed.

It was almost an instinctive shout:

"I can take you to where that tree is! Put my head back and put the mask back on!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lei immediately looked at Yang Jian, waiting for his confirmation. Seeing that Yang Jian did not refuse, he immediately ran over and grabbed Tian Xiaoyue's head.

The lividity was spreading rapidly, and at a fast pace. Judging from the current situation, Tian Xiaoyue would be completely dead in less than ten seconds.

Zhao Lei acted quickly, almost roughly pressing his head back onto Tian Xiaoyue's neck, and then swiftly covered her face with the bronze mask.

"cough cough"

She staggered and fell to the ground, overwhelmed by fear, unable to even look Yang Jian in the eye, and unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"lead the way."

"I'm fine." He struggled to his feet and led Yang Jian and the others deeper into the tomb.

Zhou Deng and Wen Zhong exchanged a glance and followed in tacit agreement.

"Captain Yang..."

Zhou Deng quickly walked to Yang Jian's side and whispered.

"This is Wen Zhong. Thank you for your help earlier. Otherwise, we might have died here already."

Yang Jian stared straight ahead, his face expressionless: "We're all colleagues, it's only right that we help each other out."

Wen Zhong walked to one side, carefully observing the ghost eye on Yang Jian's forehead. Ever since Yang Jian appeared, he had a faint feeling, like pieces of a puzzle between supernatural beings were attracting each other.

He said, "Captain Yang, no matter what, you saved our lives. If you ever need anything in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."

"is it?"

Yang Jian turned his head, his scarlet ghost eyes staring intently at the grayish-white pupils on Wen Zhong's forehead.

"The eye on your forehead should be a part of my ghost eye puzzle. Take it off and give it to me."

Wen Zhong and Zhou Deng were both startled, never expecting Yang Jian to make such a request. This was tantamount to taking Wen Zhong's life; if the pupil were forcibly removed, Wen Zhong would likely die on the spot from the resurrection of the vengeful ghost.

The two continued walking in silence. Regardless, Yang Jian had indeed saved their lives, and the image of Yang Jian brutally killing Tian Xiaoyue was still vivid in their minds.
Wen Zhong gritted his teeth and raised his hand to strike his forehead.

"Captain Yang, please try your best to get Zhou Deng away from here."

"I was just kidding."

Yang Jian turned back and continued expressionlessly, "Do I look scary?"

The two were momentarily speechless, but still managed to reply, "No, no, Captain Yang is young and promising..."

"Actually, I'm a very friendly person," Yang Jian said, looking at Zhao Lei. "If you don't believe me, ask my classmates."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lei immediately perked up, slipped between Wen Zhong and Zhou Deng, and, acting as if they were old friends, put his arm around their shoulders and whispered:
"Don't worry about it. My brother was like this when he was in school. Don't be fooled by how fierce he looks when he's chopping people up. Let me tell you quietly, he's capable of anything in private."

"what?!"

The two looked on incredulously.

Zhao Lei's face was almost touching theirs when he continued, "Don't you believe me? Just call me 'Leg Brother,' and I'll guarantee you two will be safe."

"Really?"

"Absolutely true!"

"Leg Bro!" the two said to Yang Jian in unison.

"Zhao Lei! What nonsense are you spouting now!"

Zhang Han stepped forward and, seeing Zhao Lei's unreliable appearance, knew that he must be having another episode, an incurable illness scientifically known as "Zhang Wei syndrome".

Tian Xiaoyue walked at the front, constantly glancing back at Yang Jian, afraid that he might give her another head transplant if he got upset.

As the group walked through the wide passage, Zhao Lei kept asking Wen Zhong and Zhou Deng about their experiences in the supernatural world. For him, quickly absorbing this information was very helpful. He had this habit since he was a student, which is why he was the best learner among the "Three Musketeers".

Zhang Han remained silent by Yang Jian's side, always ready to face any unexpected situations, working diligently and conscientiously.

Suddenly, Tian Xiaoyue, who was at the front, stopped.

"arrive.."

Ahead was a huge bronze door.

Ancient and weathered, it stands silently at the end of the passageway. A powerful and heavy sense of oppression washes over you, as if separating two completely different worlds.

(End of this chapter)