Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 246 Comrades (Part 3)

post office.

The man carrying a large knife stood in an enclosed space, on the basement level of the post office. Apart from him, very few people knew of the existence of this place.

Even the messengers on the fifth floor had never heard of a basement level in the post office.

This place is incredibly dark, not in the traditional sense of pitch black, but more like the complete emptiness you feel when you close one eye and look through the other.

But what's even more bizarre is that the man's surroundings are clearly visible in this pitch-black space. He is like a moving source of light, and wherever he goes, a faint light accompanies him, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

Hanging before him was a mutilated female corpse, its limbs completely severed, leaving only a cold body and a head.

The most striking feature was the woman's skin, covered with countless long strips of black paper, as if these sheets were being used to shield her from something.

But she was still alive. She seemed to be in a fragmented state, as if her consciousness had been forcibly stripped away, or as if her memories had been severely damaged. Even so, she was still able to maintain a faint vitality.

Those numb, empty eyes, filled with a deathly stillness, were staring eerily at the man before them, seemingly with a hint of resentment.

"Tian Xiaoyue, are you still not going to tell me about that museum? Even now, I still can't tell which of your words are true and which are false."

The man raised his large knife and removed the black seal from the woman's mouth.

"But now that the future you spoke of has indeed arrived, and you've been clinging to life in this state until now, do you still believe that someone will come to save you?"

The woman's mouth moved, as if she wanted to make a sound. But between her open lips was a wad of paper soaked in bodily fluids.

Zhang Xianguang reached out and took out the lump of something, then spread it out.

It was a piece of letter paper.

The words on it were crooked and distorted, blurred by blood and bodily fluids, and only the content could be barely discerned.

“Zhang Xianguang, your plan is just to delay the time when the supernatural will fully erupt. You cannot completely eliminate the existence of the vengeful ghosts, so this world will always face the risk of destruction. You are destined to fail.”

My gaze fell on the last line of the text.

"He will definitely come to save me."

These words are exceptionally clear, as if the female corpse wrote them with some kind of unwavering conviction.

Judging from this, it seems that the female corpse was trying to maintain this state as a kind of spiritual sustenance.

He casually tossed it on the ground.

"I don't want to repeat what I've said before."

The man said, "Neither you nor the person you're so certain about have ever truly grasped the surface of the supernatural."

The man said nothing more, turned around and left.

He had known Tian Xiaoyue for a long time, and he noticed her as soon as he entered the post office.

His behavior is eccentric, revealing habits that are in stark contrast to the times.

The light grew dimmer and dimmer, and the man gradually disappeared into the distance, plunging the space into complete darkness once more.

The female corpse slowly closed her eyes; she had grown accustomed to this dark and hopeless existence.

She didn't blame Zhang Xianguang. Even though he had made her look like this, she still knew in her heart that Zhang Xianguang treated everyone the same way.

Zhang Xianguang's understanding of the supernatural rarely involved personal emotions; everything he did was for a better future for humanity. The truly great man is selfless, the divine man is without merit, and the sage is nameless.

This kind of person, who completely abandoned human will for his own long-cherished wish and kept it hidden all the time, even earned a bit of respect from Tian Xiaoyue.

She could understand this idea; after all, she herself would have done the same thing.

Despite the excruciating pain emanating from her limbs every moment, she was waiting for someone in her heart—someone she both feared and longed to see.

—Yang Jian.

Yang Jian only agreed to half of the promise, but she firmly believed that the man would not break his word.

As long as Yang Jian comes here, he will definitely rescue her. She still has many things to do. She wants to go back to that museum and continue to guard it until she discovers the deepest secret of the museum and finally finds out the reason why her own memories have disappeared.

Zhang Xianguang did not choose to leave through the path in front of the post office, where a fierce ghost dressed in a red wedding gown stood, so he chose to avoid it.

It's not that he lacked the ability to imprison her, but rather that behind the female corpse's cycle of rebirth lay a supernatural object that even he couldn't be sure about.

An extremely bizarre marriage certificate.

He arrived at the lobby on the first floor of the post office, where many oil paintings were hanging on one wall near the entrance.

Each painting depicts a different person, including even a portrait of himself.

These paintings look strange; the people inside the frames seem alive, and you can even feel their cold, sinister gazes.

All of these people stared at Zhang Xianguang, seemingly observing him.

Zhang Xianguang ignored them and took down one of the paintings. This painting didn't depict any people, but rather an empty street.

The painting style is also different from others; it is very realistic, like a photograph. If you look closely, the clouds in the sky seem to be moving, as if they lead to a street that exists in reality.

Suddenly, in the dimly lit first floor, all the light bulbs abruptly lit up, like firecrackers going off, and the light quickly spread outwards from Zhang Xianguang as the center.

At the same time, on the opposite side of the painting, a street lamp also lit up with the same light.

It was cold and eerily pale, like the last faint light emanating from the pupils of a dying person, sending chills down one's spine.

A certain medium was triggered, and the light began to invade each other, penetrating the picture frame and connecting this supernatural place with reality.

Zhang Xianguang raised his hand and reached inside.

Light and shadow intertwined. Then, in a dim light, he slowly sank into the frame of the painting.

With Zhang Xianguang gone, the first floor of the post office returned to calm. However, the light bulbs that were still lit did not go out, and the remaining media were still there, which gave some of the tenants who stayed there time to move around.

A young man quietly opened the door and poked half his head out. He seemed quite bold. After observing for a while, he actually opened the door and came out.

"Li Yi! Go back now!"

From a door across the street, a woman in a red cheongsam called out to the young man.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. As long as the lights are on, it's safe. This rule also applies to the time periods when the lights are forcibly turned on."

The young man did not stop; he walked straight to the place where Zhang Xianguang had disappeared.

“Come out, Liu Qingqing. The messenger hierarchy has been completely disrupted. It’s no longer realistic to leave here by going to the fifth level. We need to find another way to leave. We can refer to that man’s actions just now.”

(End of this chapter)