Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 150 The Museum of Souls (Thirteen)

The way this door appeared was too bizarre.

Yang Jian's gaze remained fixed ahead, yet the door seemed to have been placed there out of thin air, standing in the center of the previously empty passage without warning, as if it had belonged here from the beginning, yet it was completely out of place with its surroundings.

Everyone involuntarily stopped in their tracks and looked up at the enormous bronze sculpture.

This gate is so large it's completely illogical, clearly exceeding the scale and structure that a museum building should have.

Standing beneath the door, the group appeared exceptionally small. The massive bronze door exuded a heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

Zhou Deng glanced at Yang Jian and stepped forward first. In this situation, he had to prove to Yang Jian that he was someone who deserved to be saved.

Reaching out to touch the surface of the door, a chill ran through me; the bronze surface was weathered and mottled, seemingly due to its age.

There seems to be something inside.

Zhou Deng pried hard, and a large piece of weathered copper peeled off. Zhang Han and the others then gathered around.

"Is this gold?"

The inner layer revealed a dazzling golden luster, which surprised Zhang Han. If the entire interior of the bronze door were made of gold, the amount of gold required would be astronomical.

Even the current headquarters probably couldn't come up with that much gold.

Wen Zhong drew his dagger and scraped along the peeling surface to both sides. Soon, a large patch of gleaming gold was completely revealed.

The entire inner layer of the massive bronze door was cast entirely from pure gold, without any trace of splicing, forming a seamless whole.

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly, reminding him of the old Republican-era house in the Guanjiang residential area. Inside, there was a door made of gold, but Yang Jian was not yet confident that he could face what was inside, so he had never opened it.

"I'm rich!" Zhao Lei exclaimed, his mouth agape.

He was practically glued to the gold, exclaiming, "I've never seen such a big piece of gold in my entire life..."

"Be serious, Zhao Lei."

Zhang Han tried to push the giant door made of gold, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it an inch.

"Are you stupid? Who can move such a big piece of gold?"

Zhao Lei turned to look at Tian Xiaoyue.

"Tian Xiaoyue, how do I open this thing?"

Having been killed twice by Yang Jian, Tian Xiaoyue is now incredibly obedient. She immediately went up and began to explore the huge golden door.

After a short while, she stopped at a slightly raised surface and pointed to the protrusion, saying, "Whoever has the strongest will press it down."

"Let me try."

Zhou Deng walked up and made a charging motion. It was very standard, as if he had practiced it.

When he was a tomb raider, he had specially trained in some martial arts skills to avoid encountering unexpected situations in the deep mountains and forests.

However, since becoming a ghost tamer, he has neglected his martial arts, which are of no help in supernatural events. He might as well buy more gold to wear.

"bump!"

With a muffled thud, Zhou Deng slammed his fist into the protrusion.

Immediately, the ground began to shake, the massive bronze door began to tremble violently, large amounts of dust and patina fell from the door, and visibility began to become extremely blurry.

Upon seeing this, Tian Xiaoyue immediately covered the bronze surface with her palm. This action seemed to trigger a switch, and the huge bronze door began to slowly rise.

A ray of light pierced through the dust and shot out from the bottom, followed by a strong stench of corpses. It was as if the group had opened a coffin that had been sealed for many years; the smell of the dead made it difficult for them to open their eyes.

"Bah, bah, bah"

The group spat out the dust from their mouths, and the giant door in front of them rose higher and higher, gradually revealing the scene inside.

Behind the door is a spacious hall, covering a huge area, which seems to be the central area of ​​the museum.

Within the transparent glass walls, several bronze sculptures shaped like tree branches hang, but the most eye-catching is the sculpture standing in the very center of the hall: a giant bronze tree with an ancient and simple design.

Standing majestically in the very center, nearly four meters tall, it has a three-tiered structure.

Each layer extends three curved branches, with drooping tips adorned with delicate bronze components shaped like flowers and fruits.

The surface of the tree trunk is covered with dense and complex patterns, resembling some kind of writing.

As the group entered the hall, an indescribable sense of silence enveloped them.

He opened his eyes slightly, his scarlet gaze sweeping across every corner of the hall.

The glass on the surrounding walls, like the glass in the previous corridor, was made of gold, thus blocking the ghost's gaze.

Their gazes finally settled on the enormous bronze tree in the center of the hall. It was hollow inside, without any supernatural aura, and seemed to be just an ordinary man-made object.

"Brother Legs!"

Zhao Lei suddenly shouted to Yang Jian.

He was the first to rush to the bronze tree, looking very curious.

"Come and take a look!"

As Yang Jian stepped closer, the first thing that caught his eye was a stone disc, with an ancient and simple design, resembling a giant steering wheel, placed directly below the bronze tree.

But what Zhao Lei was referring to was not this thing.

Following the direction Zhao Lei was pointing, Yang Jian's pupils suddenly contracted.

On the disc, a knife lay flat, or more precisely, a rusty machete.

The shape of this machete was exactly the same as the one in his hand, and even the details of the rust on it were identical.

"Are you kidding me..."

The ghost's eyes stared intently at the wood-chopping knife; it was pitch black, a supernatural object.

"Captain, should we make contact and see?"

Zhang Han asked from the side.

"No," Yang Jian shook his head gently. This situation was too rare, even bizarre.

Two identical supernatural items—this is an absolutely impossible phenomenon. At least in Yang Jian's understanding, it's impossible.

Turning his head, his cold gaze fell on Tian Xiaoyue: "Tell me, where is this place, what is the purpose of this tree and the disc, and what about this knife?"

Tian Xiaoyue immediately replied, "The central area surrounding the museum..."

"The outer perimeter?" Zhao Lei was stunned. He thought he was about to clear this place without taking any damage.

“That’s right. We’re not even fully inside the museum yet; this is just the outer core area. Further in… I don’t know what’s inside, at least that’s all I know.”

"And this tree is the key to maintaining the backward timeline in the museum."

As she spoke, Tian Xiaoyue took out the bronze leaf that she had just deformed from her bosom. Now the leaf had returned to its original shape, and the rust and patterns on its surface were as good as new, as if it had never been damaged.

“This stone disc,” she pointed to the steering wheel-like object, “is the 'key' to activate this tree, a special supernatural item. As for that knife…”

Her gaze shifted between the machete in Yang Jian's hand and the machete on the disc, revealing deep apprehension and confusion.

"It's probably a piece of evidence left here by people from the Republican era to prevent anyone from reconstructing the museum's timeline through this tree. I suggest we don't touch it for now."

Tian Xiaoyue made no secret of her purpose; her goal was to restore the timeline here, and she couldn't wait for Yang Jian and the others to take action.

However, she was also afraid that the people of the Republic of China might still have some tricks up their sleeves, which is why she advised Yang Jian and the others not to touch the wood-chopping knife for the time being.

(End of this chapter)