Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 152 The Museum of Souls (Fifteen)

Yang Jian reacted incredibly quickly. The instincts he had honed through several brushes with death in S-level supernatural events allowed him to react the instant he was split open.

Several scarlet eyeballs suddenly appeared on the ghostly figure, then instantly overlapped, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Jian's body, which had been almost split in two, was restored to its original state.

It all happened so fast that the remaining people hadn't even seen what was going on.

Yang Jian looked up at the man.

This is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his thirties. He is nearly two meters tall and has a strong physique. Even through his long robe, you can feel his explosive power.

His exaggerated physique gives the man an overwhelming sense of oppression simply by having him stand there.

'The tall male corpse in the Caesars Hotel'

Yang Jian recognized the man at a glance. Both his build and the way he had just made that slash were exactly the same as the tall male corpse on the second floor of the Caesars Hotel.

However, the person standing in front of him now was a living person.

Yang Jian made no move at this moment; the pressure this man exerted on him was unprecedented.

A dense red light enveloped the space, but the man in front of them remained completely unaffected. His lifeless eyes showed no emotion, as if his purpose in coming here was simply to kill everyone who entered.

That last strike almost tore Yang Jian in two. If he hadn't been in the Ghost Domain, he probably would have died on the spot.

Including this time, Yang Jian has been slashed three times by him, each time almost killing Yang Jian instantly. Yang Jian has only experienced this kind of exaggerated supernatural attack on this person, whether it is the living person at this moment or the corpse in the Caesars Hotel.

"team leader!"

The group finally came to their senses and looked at the man in shock, their emotions beyond words.

The man from the Republic of China era didn't speak; he just stood there quietly, looking down at Yang Jian.

Silence spread, and the atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

The man's gaze lingered on Yang Jian, first glancing at the woodcutter's knife, then settling on the dark shadow behind Yang Jian. A strange look flickered in his eyes.

A heavy voice rang out: "Take these people and leave."

The machete was pointed at Tian Xiaoyue.

"This woman must stay."

"Impossible." Yang Jian's voice was cold, his ghostly eyes fixed on the man.

"It's not up to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pitch-black shadow suddenly spread out beneath the man's feet, instantly covering the entire floor of the hall. This area was much larger than Yang Jian's headless ghost shadow.

"A ghost realm?" Yang Jian was somewhat surprised. This man from the Republican era had actually managed to spread out the headless ghost shadows and form a ghost realm.

The medium triggered it.

The next second, the man raised his hand, and the machete in his hand gently brought down on Tian Xiaoyue.

This action made Yang Jian's eyelids twitch; he was all too familiar with the hatchet.

A flash of red light, and Yang Jian also raised his woodcutter's knife and slashed at the man.

The two men began their confrontation through the media.

The terrifying power of the supernatural forces was now manifested in a tangible way: a horrifying wound appeared on Yang Jian's body, while the man from the Republican era remained unharmed.

Although the two used the exact same supernatural items, the depth of the triggered mediums differed. More importantly, the Republic-era man's attack seemed to trigger all the mediums Tian Xiaoyue had left in the hall in an instant, equivalent to the effect of dozens of cuts being made simultaneously. The tall man's attack did not stop; he slammed his hind foot into the ground, rushing towards Yang Jian like a cannonball, so fast that it left a blurry afterimage.

Yang Jian then realized that his ghost realm was being restricted by the dark shadow beneath his feet; this was a supernatural clash between ghost realms. Both ghost realms simultaneously experienced a brief period of stagnation.

In the blink of an eye, the man had rushed in front of Yang Jian, raised his hand and swung his knife down again with great force.

"Having come this far, you should understand what restoring this place means. Trading the lives of people from the past for future stability is inherently wrong."

Yang Jian raised his hand and blocked the attack. An unimaginable force emanated from the blade, causing Yang Jian's tiger's mouth to split open and his arm to go numb. This pure physical strength was terrifying.

“I don’t care about the past. An era that has failed should stay in the past, instead of dying and not letting people rest in peace.”

The man ignored him and threw a punch.

"bump!"

Yang Jian felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding car. He was sent flying backward and crashed hard to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He struggled to his feet, only to find that the ghostly figure behind him had been briefly rendered useless by the attack.

“That’s really exaggerated.”

A red light gradually covered the surface of his body, and Yang Jian recovered his condition by restarting himself.

“I think I understand now. Your entire body is probably a vengeful ghost... and on top of that, you even control a complete ghost shadow. In this state, let alone me, you could probably easily subdue an S-class ghost.”

"S-rank? Is that how you judge vengeful ghosts in your era?"

The tall man walked over step by step, his body seemingly incredibly heavy, each step producing a dull thud, the ground trembling as he moved, and small pits forming in the path he walked on.

The man continued, “You’re right. There’s no need to make pointless struggles in an era that has already failed. But we must maintain the balance of vengeful spirits. If a unique vengeful spirit is conceived through this supernatural place, no one in this world will be able to stop it.”

The cold lake water began to seep from the cracks in the ceiling, dripping onto the floor with a "drip-drip" sound.

"Dull-witted and stubborn."

Yang Jian stood up. Facing a ghost tamer of this level, Yang Jian dared not hold back. He planned to go all out and once again let the black fire tamper with the ghost dream, making the dream a real timeline.

Wisps of black flame gradually seeped into the lake water.

"Any action on the path of the paranormal has a price. If you remain stagnant, you will only repeat the mistakes you have made."

In the reflection on the lake, a vicious dog lunges at the man.

However, something shocking happened.

Suddenly, a dark shadow covered the man's hand, and without even looking, he grabbed at the rippling lake surface with his other hand!
Wow!

With a splash of water, he actually pulled the vicious dog out of the lake, grabbed it by the neck with one hand and lifted it into the air, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"A nightmare? But this state..."

He looked up at Yang Jian, his gaze carrying a complex admiration. "I didn't expect that someone could actually handle it, and this plan is truly amazing, a remarkable idea."

This is simply outrageous… That was the only thought in Yang Jian’s mind at that moment.

The ghostly dream that originally existed in his consciousness was completely pulled into reality by the man through the lake.

Yang Jian was quickly analyzing the situation. This exaggerated manifestation of the supernatural was not impossible. He had once suspected that the ghost head might possess supernatural abilities related to consciousness, and the man's behavior now further confirmed his guess.

(End of this chapter)