Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 157 The Museum of Souls (Part 20)

If the Ghost Eyes could only see the existence of vengeful spirits before, then the Ghost Eyes have now undergone a qualitative change, and Yang Jian can see the medium, or rather, the curse.

The most obvious thing was the piece of paper that Zhou Deng was biting; thin gray lines extended from it, like an umbilical cord connecting it to the tall man's body.

In the seventh second, Yang Jian didn't have time to carefully sense the changes in himself. He raised his wood-chopping knife and brought it down on the dark figure at the man's feet.

In the eighth second, in Yang Jian's vision, his slash landed in three places at the same time: the man's body, the medium extending from the paper, and the complete ghostly shadow under the man's feet.

This feeling was strange, as if Yang Jian could touch anything he saw, whether it was a medium or a curse, as long as it appeared in Yang Jian's field of vision, he would definitely be able to touch it.

In the ninth second, the dismemberment was successful. The ghostly figure beneath the man's feet, along with the medium of that page of paper, was severed by Yang Jian.

Time began to flow again. The tall man froze, his eyes widening in astonishment, and he released Zhao Lei's hand from his grip.

The man realized he had failed.

Yang Jian hadn't had time to explore this state further. The next second, the grayness in his entire field of vision suddenly dissipated, and Wen Zhong also reached his limit.

With a "whoosh," Wen Zhong vomited a large clump of mold, then braced himself on the ground with both hands, completely unable to move.

The moment Yang Jian's attack succeeded, Tian Xiaoyue rushed to the walls on both sides. Yang Jian had previously said that the tree in the middle was fake, but through the glass that Zhou Deng had smashed, Tian Xiaoyue made a new discovery: the real bronze tree had been dismembered into nine parts by the tall man and placed inside the golden glass on the two side walls.

The man looked at Tian Xiaoyue but did not take any action. Without the medium, he was about to be completely pulled out of this point in time.

"Yang Jian, right..."

The tall man's figure gradually became illusory. In the midst of the chaos, he heard someone call Yang Jian's name.

"Uncle, stop talking nonsense. My brother has never lost a fight." Zhao Lei, who was lying on the side, was breathing heavily, but he still couldn't help but interject.

The tall man glanced at him and said, "You're quite good too."

Yang Jian stepped forward, still holding a wood-chopping knife, his guard up. The man before him had given him a tremendous shock today.

The man's weight caused half of his body to sink into the ground.

Yang Jian leaned down, got close to the man, and stared into his eyes as he said:

“I am a man of my word. My previous promises still stand. As long as I am here, no ghost will ever again be able to invade the past through this place.”

The machete was already at the man's neck. "I will only say this once. There will be no second time. If there is a next time, I will summon some ghosts that even I fear to kill you."

The tall man didn't look away. He looked up, and their eyes met.

His body was dissipating, and his consciousness was gradually fading away, but the man's expression remained calm.

"At such a young age, to have such courage, A-Yi is right. There are countless heroes in the world. If we were in the same era, we might become friends."

His entire body was almost transparent, and the man's last voice could be heard.

"Young man, I see that person's shadow in you. I've followed him my whole life... I believe your promise, and I feel at ease knowing the ghost is with you."

The man vanished completely, leaving only a deep pit in the ground as proof that he had been there.

"Hmm?" Yang Jian exclaimed in surprise, his ghostly eyes seeing something in the pit. He bent down, reached into the pit, and after some searching, pulled out a crumpled piece of yellow paper.

"Liu San's ghost?!"

Zhao Lei, lying next to him, immediately recognized the yellow paper.

Yang Jian shook his head. "It's slightly different. It doesn't feel like it's made of human skin; it feels like something else."

Feeling the rough texture in his hand, completely different from the material of Liu San's yellow paper, Yang Jian began to ponder.

"This person is fake. He probably used yellow paper as a medium to store his consciousness in that body, similar to Liu San's clone."

"Brother Leg, do you mean he's the Republican-era version of Liu San?"

"No," Yang Jian gently squeezed, and the yellow paper, which had lost its supernatural power, was immediately crushed.

"The corpse in the Caesars Hotel is him. The yellow paper is not his own supernatural power; it must belong to someone else. Spanning such a long period of time, no one knows what might happen. For safety reasons, the people in the Republic of China era specially made this paper figure."

Zhao Lei was surprised to hear this: "If a paper doll clone is this powerful, then the real person must be able to kill us with a single strike."

"Of course, you've underestimated that person."

Tian Xiaoyue's voice came from the side. She was carrying the fragments of the Bronze Divine Tree. These supernatural puzzle pieces were completely destroyed after being dismembered. Unless they were put back together, there was no risk of them reviving in the short term. This made Tian Xiaoyue understand the terror of that man from another perspective.

She continued, "He dismantled all the pieces of these bronze tree puzzles."

Zhao Lei retorted defiantly, "So what? Leg Bro can do it too."

"Hmph." Tian Xiaoyue sneered.

"Being able to do it is one thing, but being able to maintain oneself at this point in time after doing it is another. That man himself is a paper figure, and he came here by crossing an era through that paper. After dismembering the bronze tree, he kept fighting against the backlash from the tree and the woodcutter's knife, and his condition kept decreasing. I am 100% sure that if we had encountered him when he first invaded, we would have died without a doubt, even if he was a paper figure."

Zhao Lei was speechless after hearing this, unable to find a rebuttal for a moment.

Yang Jian's expression was grave; Tian Xiaoyue was right.

That tall man was far beyond reason; he could no longer be dealt with in the usual way of looking at ghost tamers.

Even if the man wasn't the real one, and his condition was deteriorating, he was still someone Yang Jian couldn't fight against at this moment.

This overwhelming level of supernatural terror made Yang Jian truly feel the difference in their levels for the first time.

Regardless, Yang Jian won. With the combined efforts of the group, they successfully intercepted the man.

That fragment of the diary must have been extremely rare and costly, forcing the man to choose to enter through a paper doll.

Otherwise, a bunch of ghost-controlling warriors from the Republic of China era would probably have been lying in ambush here, waiting for Yang Jian and his group to come in, and then hacking them to death.

Yang Jian looked at Tian Xiaoyue, who was piecing together the fragments of the bronze tree.

Now that the matter has been resolved, he must fulfill the promise he made.
(End of this chapter)