Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 156 The Museum of Souls (19)

Wen Zhong is right.

When faced with the supernatural, they never have a choice; finding even a sliver of hope is already an all-out effort.

Tian Xiaoyue then walked up.

Holding a rusty bronze leaf in her hand, she had previously used this leaf to briefly restore the timeline within the museum, allowing Yang Jian to find them.

She began by saying, "I have an idea, but it's extremely risky."

Yang Jian glanced at the leaf in her hand. It was pitch black in the vision of his ghost eyes, so there was no doubt that it was a supernatural item. However, Yang Jian had never seen Tian Xiaoyue use it and did not know the effects of the leaf.

“We’re all in this together now. If you die, this museum will be destroyed at any moment.”

Tian Xiaoyue handed the leaf to Wen Zhong and continued, "Zhou Lian used the timeline in the museum to constantly restart his supernatural abilities to avoid the resurgence of vengeful ghosts and ensure the continuation of his life. You can also restart yourself in this way."

"But he's just staying inside the museum, passively accepting the restart of the timeline here, so the effect is minimal. You, on the other hand, can use this leaf to truly restart yourself. Although it will be a short time, you should be able to do what Yang Jian did."

Wen Zhong stared at the leaf. He had witnessed Tian Xiaoyue use it before, and it could indeed do as she said. Tian Xiaoyue's plan had a certain chance of success.

“But…” Wen Zhong hesitated. He wasn’t afraid of death, but he was worried about another issue.

He said, "If it were to restart within the normal timeline, it might be possible to do what you said, but the timeline here is already very chaotic, and the supernatural is always full of uncontrollable phenomena. I'm worried that unexpected situations might occur."

"No," Yang Jian interrupted him, "Perhaps we can try another approach."

Pointing to Wen Zhong's feet, she said, "If you stop time in a very small area around you, you won't be disturbed by the chaotic time here. Her plan has its merits, but you can't do this kind of restarting yourself by external force on your own. I will help you complete the most difficult part."

After saying that, the six scarlet eyes on the ghostly figure behind Yang Jian opened and stared at the surroundings eerily, as if they were observing.

Yang Jian was in very poor condition at this time, but faced with the current situation, he had no choice but to forcibly activate the sixth layer of the Ghost Domain.

"I only get one chance. In this state, I can only hold on for half a minute at most."

The blinding crimson surged forth, rushing towards Wen Zhong and completely covering a one-meter radius around him.

Yang Jian forcibly stopped time in that area, but he deliberately avoided Wen Zhong, so Wen Zhong was not affected.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wen Zhong followed Tian Xiaoyue's example and crumpled the bronze leaf in his hand into a ball.

The leaves twisted and deformed, then slowly recovered in his palm. The restart of reversing time had begun, and through Wen Zhong's contact, it gradually invaded his body.

But this kind of invasion is exactly what Wen Zhong needs at this moment. That's how ghost tamers are—they turn attacks into something that benefits them, tearing a path to survival out of what was originally a dead end.

He felt the changes within his body, and his condition was gradually improving, just like when the female corpse attacked him before.

This gave Wen Zhong a new idea: a plan to prevent his supernatural abilities from being extracted from his body.

"Yang Jian said that by using a reboot to create an overlay, he could summon two identical vengeful ghosts. Those two wood-cutter's knives are the best proof. As long as I can maintain this reboot state, the supernatural phenomena I create will not disappear... just like those wood-cutter's knives..."

His forehead suddenly bulged, and a gray pupil grew out of his flesh.

The moment the gray pupils appeared, Wen Zhong felt his supernatural balance collapse instantly. Without hesitation, a large patch of fuzzy mold grew wildly, gradually covering his entire body, attempting to balance this collapsing state. Wen Zhong was struggling to hold on. Although his understanding of the supernatural wasn't as profound as that of a captain like Yang Jian, he still had his own insights.

"The principle is the same, it's just that I can't suppress the second pupil. But all I need to do is complete the superposition, separate this pupil and hand it over to Yang Jian, and then continue to maintain the superposition state..."

Suddenly, there was a faint electrical sound, like an old, malfunctioning radio with an extremely unstable signal, making its last bit of noise with the last bit of power left.

The electrical hum fluctuated wildly, suddenly stopping one second and then amplifying again the next, sending chills down one's spine.

It was like some kind of intermittent, interrupted flow, hissing and rumbling inside Wen Zhong's stomach.

"I can definitely do it."

Immediately afterwards, the gray mold suddenly surged, seemingly threatening to cover the ghostly realm of Yang Jian.

He raised his arm, which had become completely mycelialized, and reached towards the second gray pupil on his forehead.

"Yang Jian has already taken on the most difficult part for me, so it's not as dangerous as I imagined."

"We're all human, there's no reason I can't do it."

With a sudden twist of that arm, as if triggering some kind of pattern, Wen Zhong actually caught the gray-eyed boy.

The life force emanating from him vanished rapidly, replaced by a gloomy aura. His mold-covered face contorted into an extremely unnatural expression, making him appear less like Wen Zhong and more like another, unknown entity observing the world through Wen Zhong's body.
Immediately afterwards, a huge ghostly shadow flashed past his eyes and swallowed the gray pupil in his hand.

Yang Jian's voice rang out from the side.

"In ten seconds, I will cut that man's ghostly shadow in half."

Covered in mold and hissing, Wen Zhong struggled to maintain his consciousness. Inside his body was a radio that was currently transferring his consciousness to the body of a terrifying old corpse.

His throat was full of fungal hyphae, rendering him unable to speak; he could only nod heavily. Yang Jian's meaning was clear: he was going to attack the man with all his might, and for the next ten seconds, Wen Zhong would have to rely on himself to hold on.

Yang Jian moved.

In the first second, a ghostly eye suddenly appeared on the dark, headless ghostly figure, covering the pupil.

In the second, the two supernatural pieces, which were like puzzle pieces, overlapped.

In the third second, Wen Zhong could only vaguely see a huge black shadow standing in the center of the hall. In the head burning with black flames, a scarlet ghost eye suddenly opened, and a circle of gray light could be seen at the edge.

In the fourth second, Yang Jian did something, and time seemed to disappear—not paused, but vanished.

In the fifth second, Yang Jian's dream returned to reality, but this time the scope was ridiculously large, and he could even see a village in the distance, where there seemed to be people active.

In the sixth second, the ghostly eye glowed with a sinister and terrifying red light. Within this extreme crimson brilliance, a hazy gray color could be vaguely seen. The gray flashed by, then was immediately covered by the red light. Immediately afterward, the thick, bright red shone brightly again, dazzling and almost tangible. Everyone felt as if they had sunk into a vat of blood.

The originally crimson gaze now had a hint of gray, as if looking at the world through the skin of a corpse.

The supernatural elements are like pieces of a puzzle. Although Yang Jian doesn't know if the supernatural elements of the Ghost Eye are complete, his condition is rapidly recovering.

(End of this chapter)