Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 160 A Glimpse

Tian Xiaoyue turned around, her gaze falling on a corner of this vast space. There were no walls, no support. It was as if a piece had been forcibly cut away, leaving only empty darkness.

Yang Jian followed Tian Xiaoyue's gaze. He hadn't noticed this unusual place at all before. If it weren't for Tian Xiaoyue's guidance, he might never have discovered it.

That pitch-black area, at first glance, resembled the ghost realm of the underworld. It was utterly black, yet exuded a chilling aura, more like some kind of paint.

Tian Xiaoyue said, "I've never been inside. Every time I get close, I have a strong feeling that I'll die there. But Yang Yuan did go in once and brought out a gun."

"A gun?" Yang Jian thought of the gun that Yang Yuan had used in his dream.

“That’s right.” Tian Xiaoyue nodded.

"Its shape is strange, like it's made of glass."

Yang Jian didn't ask any more questions and walked straight towards the darkness. Judging from Tian Xiaoyue's words, the gun his cousin was carrying should have been brought out from the deepest part of the museum, and there should be similar things stored inside.

As Yang Jian drew closer, a sudden sense of impending death washed over him. It was an undeniable intuition: one more step forward, and he would die.

This intuition was so real, it appeared like an instinct, constantly influencing Yang Jian's actions.

With a furrowed brow, Yang Jian was forced to stop. He had no doubt that continuing forward would mean certain death.

"The medium? Or did the attack begin as I approached?"

Standing quietly in place, Yang Jian was thinking. He didn't believe that simply getting close could kill him.

He turned his head and glanced at the bronze mask on Zhou Deng's face.

"A similar paranormal phenomenon? But the level of horror is extremely high. This place is affecting my judgment."

Yang Jian tried to take two more steps forward, but alarm bells rang in his mind. The feeling was amplified again, and only one thought remained in his mind: he would die in the next second.

But as time passed, Yang Jian stood there unharmed.

This feeling was not like the illusion created by the bronze mask attack, but rather a genuine sense of presence.

A dense crimson light spread from beneath Yang Jian's feet, but at a slow pace, as if suppressed by something, yet it still managed to approach. This confirmed Yang Jian's suspicions; this place wasn't as terrifying as he had imagined.

"Similar features to a mask, only far more eerie, even affecting the ghost within me..."

He stared into the darkness, a bizarre sense of contradiction welling up inside him. Reason told him that it wasn't as dangerous as he imagined, but his body instinctively resisted moving forward, and he dared not take a single step.

Simply put, your brain is telling you everything is fine, but your body is telling the truth.

With all his might, Yang Jian controlled the Ghost Domain, extending it towards the darkness. His willpower was astonishing; he actually suppressed his body's instinctive reactions, allowing the Ghost Domain to approach the darkness once more.

Suddenly, a faint sound came from the empty darkness, like someone scratching a coffin lid with their fingernails, making a sharp sound that made one's teeth ache.

The next second, Yang Jian's pupils suddenly contracted, and his Ghost Eyes almost closed on their own.

On that pitch-black surface, Yang Jian saw a terrifying face. Only half of the face was visible, and it looked extremely frightening, staring at Yang Jian with resentment.

The feeling of being about to die suddenly intensified to its peak, and the supernatural sensations throughout my body almost spiraled out of control at that moment.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Jian abruptly retreated. The feeling of impending death quickly dissipated and eventually disappeared completely as Yang Jian grew further and further away.

When I looked again, the horrifying face had vanished, leaving only an empty expanse of darkness.

But the feeling just now was too real. If he chose to continue forward, he might really be killed in an instant. After a moment of silence, he looked at Tian Xiaoyue and asked, "Where did you get your mask?"

“I don’t know.” Tian Xiaoyue shook her head. “I’ve been wearing this mask ever since I can remember.”

Tian Xiaoyue's memory loss is very similar to Yang Yuan's, and perhaps Yang Yuan's amnesia was not entirely caused by his father.

He glanced back at Zhao Lei and the others. They had barely recovered and could at least walk on their own.

"That's enough, take us out."

Yang Jian decided to leave first. Now that he had obtained the medium from the Republic of China, he would seal off the area immediately after leaving, prohibiting anyone from entering. He would return once he had recovered somewhat to continue his investigation deeper into the museum.

There are still many unexplored areas in this place, and its secrets involve the Republic of China era and even future paranormal events.

As for that face from before, since he couldn't get close, Yang Jian planned to use coffin nails to nail it to death.

Led by Tian Xiaoyue, the group moved towards the museum's exit. Throughout the journey, Tian Xiaoyue maintained a somber expression, and Yang Jian shared a great deal of information with her about the post office in Dahan City.

"You have to judge the veracity of this information yourself, and in some cases you may even need to put it into practice."

Yang Jian had never actually entered the post office; he had only heard a rough outline from Liu Qingqing during the ghost marriage incident in Dahai City.

Tian Xiaoyue was very surprised after hearing this. If that place was really as Yang Jian described, its level of horror was no less than that of this museum, and it might even be more eerie.

It's unheard of for a living person to contact paranormal events by delivering a message.

In her view, the founders of the post office were trying to mass-produce ghost tamers, regardless of good or evil, gender or age.

Through a series of supernatural events, some extraordinary individuals eventually emerge, capable of protecting this era.

She stared silently at the glass bottle in her hand. It was given to her by Yang Jian and contained water from Ghost Lake. It was like an insurance policy that Yang Jian had bought for her. If she encountered danger, she could pour out the water, which would at least buy her some time to escape.

"Hey Leg Bro, what's written on this piece of paper?"

Zhao Lei walked to the side with his head drooping, looking like he had kidney deficiency. His two faces were forcibly spliced ​​together. If this place hadn't been able to restart his condition, he would probably be lying in a coffin by now.

"Today's date." Yang Jian held the page in his hand, but there was a thin layer of gold in between. The writing on it could not be erased no matter what, not even the water of Ghost Lake could wash it away. It was obviously written using some special method.

Soon, the group reached the exit. Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and the crowd was bustling. The group of cosplayers dressed as Sanxingdui artifacts were still there, as if they had only been gone for a blink of an eye.

"Captain Yang, I'll take my leave now. I'll arrange for this place to be completely sealed off."

After Zhou Deng finished speaking, he turned to leave. He needed to stitch up his wounds, otherwise he would bleed to death sooner or later.

"Zhou Deng," Yang Jian called out to him, "Come back to Dachang City with me, I can help you reattach your arm."

"Reconnect?" Zhou Deng was taken aback, instinctively glancing at Zhao Lei's two grimaces. "It can't... be like this, can it?"

"Damn, what's with that expression?!" Zhao Lei's eyes widened. "Am I that ugly?!"

"No, that's not it... I'd be perfectly content just to have my hands back. I'm worried that Captain Yang might give me some kind of 'ghost hand' or something that I wouldn't be able to handle..."

"Don't worry," Yang Jian said expressionlessly, "I'm not that abnormal."

(End of this chapter)