Mysterious Resurrection: What If

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Back when paranormal forums still existed, he had heard some things about the Republic of China era, and A-Wu had sent people to investigate many clues, but at that time Ye Zhen didn't pay any attention to them.

Only recently, through a series of supernatural events, has he gradually come to understand the past that is buried deep in history.

The Republic of China era was a time when ghost tamers were generally more powerful than in modern times.

It's not that people of that era were more outstanding, but rather that they took different paths.

The ghosts they commanded were a more complete puzzle, at least compared to modern times.

But this also means that if these people die, or if the evil spirits within them revive, the consequences will be even more difficult to manage.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Ye Zhen in front of him, his tone as calm as ever: "You only have one chance."

He understood what Ye Zhen was thinking; rather than solving a paranormal event, it was more accurate to say he was courting death.

He encountered and fought against ghosts time and time again, and finally died at the hands of one of them.

Perhaps, this is the ending he wanted.

Wang Xiaoming handed over half of a greasy diary.

"The ghost you are controlling has too many strange characteristics. I cannot guarantee that your memories can be completely erased."

Ye Zhen stared at the diary and looked closely. It was not ordinary paper, but seemed to be made from the skin of a corpse.

It was cold, soft, and carried a lingering fishy smell.

"Information about him can only be recorded on this human skin. Remember to return it after you're done."

Ye Zhen took the document and was about to leave.

Just then, he seemed to sense something, raised his head, and looked over the ceiling as if trying to see through layers of concrete to the dim sky outside.

His brow furrowed slightly. "That guy came... and just like that, he left."

After saying that, he turned and gave Wang Xiaoming a deep look. A low hum came from all around, and his figure blurred and then disappeared completely.

Suddenly, a red light appeared outside the door, as if blood was slowly seeping into the room.

Immediately afterwards——

"boom!"

The heavy metal door was kicked open.

Two people were standing outside the door. One of them was wearing a hood, covering both sides of his face.

Another one stood in front, with vertical pupils on its head, staring at Wang Xiaoming strangely.

Yang Jian looked at the spot where Ye Zhen had just stood. He had just noticed an unusual presence in the headquarters whose aura was very similar to Ye Zhen's.

Wang Xiaoming looked at him and said, "Please sit wherever you like."

"You've been looking for Ye Zhen?" Yang Jian walked in, his tone cold.

“That’s right,” Wang Xiaoming replied. “The matter with Li Leping isn’t that simple. Ye Zhen is the most reliable person. Even if he fails, he won’t die.”

"You mean it doesn't matter if I die in there?"

"I believe in your ability."

Yang Jian sneered: "Alright, stop wasting time. Tell me everything about that diary, and you know what I'm talking about."

Wang Xiaoming paused for a moment, seemingly somewhat surprised.

"You know about that diary?"

He stared at Yang Jian, his expression changing for the first time.

"It seems you've been through a lot during your disappearance."

"Blue Moon Internet Cafe, I saw you there. But that's all I can tell you for now. Tell me the information about that diary, and after I rescue Li Leping, I'll tell you what happened in the internet cafe." Wang Xiaoming fell silent after hearing this. He sat back down at his desk and began to think quietly.

"You not only know about that diary, but you also know about Li Leping's existence, but you shouldn't know these things..."

“There’s nothing strange about it,” Yang Jian interrupted Wang Xiaoming’s thoughts. “That’s how the supernatural is; even you can’t predict everything.”

Wang Xiaoming watched Yang Jian quietly, but without any intelligence to support his judgment, he couldn't guess what Yang Jian had gone through.

He said, "That diary was given to me by Elder Qin. All I know is that the contents recorded in it will never disappear. This characteristic is very suitable for Li Leping. After returning from the moon, his condition was very strange, so I gave him the diary."

Yang Jian listened quietly. It seemed that Wang Xiaoming was unaware that the diary could be used to record the time written on it; otherwise, he would definitely have conducted some dangerous experiments.

Wang Xiaoming added, "However, Old Qin also said something that I don't know the meaning of..."

"The past has changed, the future is unpredictable, and the solution to this predicament is shrouded in uncertainty..."

Yang Jian asked in confusion, "Past? Future?"

The image of that museum flashed through my mind.

In that ever-receding time, and that tall man from the Republic of China era.

Could it be... that the museum was actually built in the future? And that people from the Republic of China era traveled to the present using fragments of a diary to investigate the museum... and that his cousin might be from the future?
However, there were too few clues and too many mysteries. Yang Jian did not have any information to support his analysis. He had thought about telling Wang Xiaoming about this information, but in the end he gave up.

Once Wang Xiaoming learns the true nature of the museum, he will inevitably conduct a series of experiments to test its limits. This is an extremely dangerous approach, and any mishap could lead to irreversible consequences.

Moreover, Yang Jian had only barely explored the outer area of ​​that museum, and hadn't even fully explored it. He still didn't know what was hidden deeper inside.

This is Yang Jian protecting DQ City, and also indirectly protecting Wang Xiaoming.

However, judging from what Wang Xiaoming just said, it seems that Old Qin knows something.

As Yang Jian's exposure to the supernatural increased and his research deepened, he gradually gained insight into Elder Qin's abilities.

Perhaps... it's related to time.

But the most important thing now is to find Li Leping, wake him up, and get the complete diary so that Yang Jian can obtain more clues.

Composing himself, Yang Jian asked, "Where is the location?"

"The location has been confirmed; someone will take you there."

As he spoke, Wang Xiaoming turned to the side, revealing a dark corner behind him.

There was a blurry figure there, seemingly standing there all along, but Yang Jian had never noticed it.

Suddenly, a faint, fishy stench filled the air, like a charred corpse suddenly submerged in cold water, emitting a pungent smell.

The person stepped out of the shadows, his state extremely eerie. His sallow face was adorned with a lifeless, vividly terrifying makeup.

His body was wreathed in tiny green flames, which were about to spread when they were immediately extinguished by the corpse fluid flowing from his body, evaporating into a hazy mist that made him appear indistinct.

"Li Jun?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Yang Jian's eyes. Wen Zhong had told him about Li Jun's condition before.

Even he was somewhat surprised to see this situation with his own eyes.

Two completely different supernatural phenomena coexist in one body, and even cancel each other out, forming a strange balance.

No, it's even stranger than balance; it's a state where pieces complement each other like puzzle pieces.

"Yang Jian..."

Li Jun's mouth didn't move, but a deep voice came from under his face.

(End of this chapter)