Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 158 The Museum of Souls (The End)
After placing the last piece of the bronze tree puzzle on the table, Tian Xiaoyue turned to look at everyone.

Yang Jian stood there straight, his whole body soaked, like a corpse just pulled out of the water.

Zhao Lei lay sprawled at his feet, his lips slightly upturned, a strange smile playing on his lips. The two ghostly faces had returned to their original positions, still looking terrifying.

Not far away was Zhou Deng, in a terrible state. Both his arms were completely severed, and blood was still gushing out. He was probably dying. However, he immediately wrapped himself in the human skin garment, which barely stopped the bleeding, but he was still swaying precariously.

Wen Zhong, on the other side, was also in a terrible state, kneeling there. From a distance, he looked like a corpse completely corroded by fungi, covered in mold, with his body still hissing. However, he was clever. He gently pinched the bronze leaf in his hand, using the leaf's supernatural power to slowly reverse his condition. But he didn't know the limits of this leaf, so he could only try cautiously.

Zhang Han was slightly better off, but only compared to the others. Although the hideous male corpse behind him had retreated into the tattoo on his back, his skin was still raised high, and the vengeful ghost inside could tear through the skin and rush out at any moment.

They didn't look like they had won at all; they looked more like a group of defeated soldiers.

The bronze tree in the center had been completely assembled by Tian Xiaoyue, but the entire tree remained motionless, seemingly in a state of silence. Tian Xiaoyue quickly discovered the reason for this.

“Yang Jian, these puzzle pieces have been completely dismantled. I can only piece them together to form the shape. I cannot restore the deeper supernatural elements.”

Yang Jian's gaze swept over the bronze tree in the center that had already been pieced together. In the eyes of the ghost, there were gaps between the nine different parts. It was impossible for human beings to piece together the supernatural; only ghosts could fight against ghosts.

The headless black shadow beneath his feet slowly enveloped him. Although Yang Jian was in very poor condition, he could still piece things together by using the restless ghost shadow. This was the killing pattern of the ghost shadow, but now Yang Jian was just using it.

The dark shadows followed the tree trunk, gradually enveloping the entire bronze tree. The nine fragments that had been frozen in time were being slowly pieced together by the ghostly figure.

Yang Jian was maintaining a balance to prevent the headless ghost from completely taking control of the bronze tree.

Suddenly, the stone slab below made a "click" sound and rotated slightly counterclockwise.

Tian Xiaoyue immediately said, "That's enough!"

The shadows receded like the tide. In the crimson vision, the entire bronze tree became whole, without a single gap.

As the supernatural reorganization occurred, everyone sensed the change in this space. The vengeful spirit state within their own bodies seemed to be slowly reversed. Although this state was slight, it was extremely sensitive to those who controlled the spirits. The state that was about to revive the vengeful spirits was forcibly pushed back by a fraction of a second.

Yang Jian stared at the tree, his eyes flickering slightly.

The person who created this place had a clever idea; the bronze tree and the stone slab form a strange balance. The supernatural clashes between ghosts, as long as they aren't too far apart, will maintain a state of absolute equilibrium.

However, removing one of them would immediately cause chaos in the timeline, as evidenced by the fact that Yang Jian and Zhou Deng were in two completely opposite timelines.

Achieving this balance is extremely difficult; at least Yang Jian cannot do it now.

Because there is no ghost tamer involved between the two, it is equivalent to a self-running paranormal program, and it needs to last long enough, otherwise, if there is any interference, this paranormal place will completely get out of control.

Even Yang Jian had to admit that the ability to design such a structure far surpassed that of ordinary people in terms of skill and vision. Tian Xiaoyue's eyes lit up, revealing a hint of joy. She said, "Yang Jian, the timeline has been restored. What do you plan to do next? Do you really intend to completely block the entry of vengeful spirits here? You know, if you make full use of this place, you might become the savior of this era."

With a hint of expectation in her voice, she was still unwilling to give up and planned to persuade Yang Jian. This place was of great significance to her, and she could not give it up easily.

Yang Jian glanced at her indifferently. "I'm a man of my word. Once I've made a promise, I won't go back on it. Saving this era is meaningless. Whether it's a hundred years or ten thousand years, if we can't completely end the supernatural, someone is destined to die. I think you should understand this simple truth."

Tian Xiaoyue was stunned. What Yang Jian said was exactly what she had in mind. However, she was more emotional and always thought that she could save as many people as possible. Yang Jian's perspective on the supernatural was different from hers. What Yang Jian wanted to do was to completely solve the supernatural incidents from the root.

Yang Jian suddenly walked towards Tian Xiaoyue, startling her so much that she took several steps back.

"Yang Jian! Don't think I'm really afraid of you; I'm just being cautious."

I'm getting closer and closer to her.

"Let's talk things out and discuss everything."

She was truly terrified of Yang Jian's killings; she feared that Yang Jian might take her head again at the slightest provocation.

Now that the museum's timeline has returned to normal and is flowing back into history, without her mask, it would be too easy for Yang Jian to kill her.

But Yang Jian completely ignored her and walked straight to the bronze tree, bending down to stare at the stone disc.

Ghost Eyes stared at the stone disc that was slowly rotating counterclockwise; the patterns on it looked like the wrinkles formed after human skin had cracked open.

A thought flashed through Yang Jian's mind: if the rotation speed of the stone disc were increased, would the timeline within this museum also accelerate?

Or, to put it another way, what if we manually reversed the direction of the stone disc's rotation, could we be heading towards the distant future...?
The supernatural is always full of uncertainty, but it also gives rise to countless possibilities.

However, Yang Jian only had a guess at this point and did not put it into practice. After all, he was in very poor condition and dared not touch such unknown supernatural things again.

“Yang Jian, I suggest you don’t touch this tree. Its time flow speed is set to this level, which must be the result of countless experiments. Arbitrarily interfering with this process will only cause it to get out of control.”

Tian Xiaoyue could tell what Yang Jian was thinking. She herself had also thought about this question before. She had been leading the ghost in and had also thought about how to send the ghost back to the past more quickly.

However, such an attempt was too dangerous, so she only dared to think about it.

"Out of control?" Yang Jian turned to look at her.

"Wouldn't you call that scene out of control? If I'm confident enough to say I can completely seal off this place, then I definitely have a way to limit it."

(End of this chapter)