Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 153 The Museum of Souls (Sixteen)

The ghostly figure was able to contact and completely suppress the ghostly dream. Although most of the suppression came from the man's ghostly body, this was enough to show that the headless ghostly figure behind Yang Jian was a supernatural being with consciousness.

But now that the ghost dream is suppressed, Yang Jian is unable to use the black fire to change the forest in his dream into reality.

The situation reached a stalemate.

Just then, a very faint, strange laugh came from beside the man's ear, mixed with a faint sob.

The man turned his head sharply, his gaze meeting a lifeless gray pupil.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a pulling sensation in my left hand, which was holding the machete. Someone was trying to take the machete away. Looking down, I saw a very faint tattoo covering the machete, and a man was desperately pulling on the handle of the machete.

He suddenly released Gui Meng's hand and threw a punch, which was accompanied by a muffled thud amidst the howling wind.

The laughter and cries were instantly dispersed, and the gray light emanating from Wen Zhong's pupil was forcibly forced back.

In Zhou Deng's eyes, a fist came toward him, moving slowly but unavoidably.

'I'm going to die…'

An unparalleled force struck him, and he was sent flying backward, crashing into the golden glass on the distant wall like a kite with a broken string.

At this moment, Zhou Deng's entire body was aching, but he was still alive, though he was spitting blood continuously, which looked terrifying.

In just one exchange, the supernatural abilities of the group were completely suppressed. The man did not seem to intend to kill them; he merely pushed them back.

This brief delay has bought Yang Jian valuable time.

Suddenly, everything went dark, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, and then a feeling of losing control washed over you.

When the man came to his senses, he found himself in a forest.

"This is... a dream?"

The tall man quietly surveyed his surroundings, but he quickly noticed something amiss. “Something’s not right… You can use supernatural abilities. You’ve somehow turned your dream into reality… This isn’t my world.”

His experience was profound; he succinctly revealed the essence of this place.

Yang Jian stood outside the wooden house, not relaxing in the slightest. Facing an opponent of this caliber, he dared not let his guard down for even a moment.

“Your situation is incomplete. It is no easy feat for someone from the Republican era to travel such a long timeline to get here. The price you would have to pay is probably greater than I imagined.”

Yang Jian pointed to the torn page of the diary that the tall man was holding.

“You’ve been holding onto it the whole time. If I’m not mistaken, you used the date written on the paper as a medium to infiltrate this point in time.”

Carrying a machete, Yang Jian walked towards the tall man.

"If you were in your complete form, I might be dead by now, but it's clear that you, who have invaded through a medium, are not invincible."

The tall man's eyes showed admiration. He said, "You are very smart, and your observation skills when facing supernatural events are also amazing. I believe that if there are people like you in the future, they will be able to forge a completely different path from ours. My words just now still hold true. Take them away from here, and I can even let that woman go."

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

Yang Jian raised his wood-chopping knife and slashed at the man from a distance.

In an instant, the man's tall figure was split in two, but then a dark, ghostly shadow covered his entire body, and the man returned to normal.

Yang Jian continued, "On the path of the supernatural, no one dares to speak with absolute certainty. This museum is indeed dangerous, but the rewards are equally great. With me taking over here, I can guarantee that no one will be able to bring ghosts here while I'm still alive." Deep in the woods, ferocious black dogs emerged, their fangs gleaming white, their growls low and suppressed, staring intently at the man.

The man instantly realized that the previous slash was just Yang Jian testing him.

Through the attack just now, Yang Jian roughly figured out the upper limit of the man's supernatural abilities, but Yang Jian was prepared to kill him with one blow. Fighting a war of attrition with such a being would be suicidal.

However, the man remained calm. After the exchange just now, he had absolute confidence in himself, and he also wanted to see the methods of the ghost tamers of this era.

He said, "Completely intercepting the vengeful spirit of a haunted place... that's truly astonishing. I believe you have the ability, but our philosophies are different, and I still stand by my own ideas."

"Woo-woof!"

Yang Jian remained silent, and the only response to the man was the deafening barking of dogs.

"Bite him to death."

At Yang Jian's command, a swarm of vicious dogs burst out of the woods and pounced on the man. Each one was a complete source of the ghost dream, and their numbers were unbelievable.

Yang Jian plans to pull the man back into the dream in this reality constructed from ghostly dreams and black fire.

Almost simultaneously, a red light flashed before his eyes, and Yang Jian instantly appeared in front of the man, raising his wood-chopping knife to strike him.

The angle was extremely tricky, directly aimed at the man's palm holding the machete and paper.

Yang Jian knew he couldn't kill this man, but as long as he cut off this hand and severed the medium, he would win.

However, this tall man was truly beyond reason; he actually withstood the attacks of the surrounding vicious dogs and slashed at Yang Jian with his sword.

From the perspective of the demon's eyes, what was clearly just an ordinary slash transformed into thousands upon thousands of blades in that instant.

The tall man, in an extremely short time, managed to multiply the damage of that strike to an unimaginable number by restarting himself.

Yang Jian suddenly stopped, the ghost eye on his forehead flickering, with wisps of black flame flashing within it. Yang Jian was constantly altering the timeline, trying to replace this exaggerated supernatural attack method.

The number of machetes coming at Yang Jian was decreasing, but it was still not enough for Yang Jian to withstand.

"Snapped!"

It sounded like a blow to a corpse, producing a dull thud; the tall man's attack had taken effect.

The second cut followed immediately, then the third, and the fourth.
Attacks came one after another, and Yang Jian was constantly enduring terrifying attacks.

Crimson instantly covered his entire body as Yang Jian continuously rebooted himself, attempting to resist this exaggerated supernatural supernatural layering.

Time passed second by second, well past one minute, and the surrounding woods had disappeared, leaving only darkness.

Yang Jian is about to be unable to maintain the existence of this timeline; he is nearing his limit.

However, at that moment, Yang Jian looked up at the man and said coldly, "You lost."

The tall man froze, his body covered in horrific wounds, the vicious dogs still relentlessly attacking him.

He looked down at his left hand, which was empty. Then he looked at a young man not far away, who was wearing a bronze mask and holding a woodcutter's knife and a piece of paper. He was breathing heavily.

(End of this chapter)