Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 264 Paper Money (Part 3)

A desolate world, the low-hanging sky is gloomy, and countless crumpled paper money falls from the sky.

It was like a torrential downpour, and the world was connected into a single line.

The earth was covered with a thick layer of waxy yellow, deathly still and deserted.

A dilapidated wooden door stood there, as if it had been carelessly discarded, and looked as if it might fall apart at any moment.

"squeak"

The door was pushed open with a sharp, piercing sound.

The young man stepped out of the doorway in his gleaming leather shoes, his expression calm, his empty eyes scanning the world.

After observing for a while, seemingly having determined the direction, the young man began to walk slowly into the distance.

Strangely, as he moved, the overwhelming yellow paper seemed to be actively avoiding him, and all of them deviated from their direction, forming a hollow area around his body.

With steady steps and a moderate pace, the young man walked amidst a sky full of yellowed papers.

From afar, he seemed like an anomaly in this world; nothing unusual had any effect on him, and nothing strange could get close to him.

It was as if he suddenly remembered to go shopping on some unimportant day.

It's easy, it's become second nature.

A long, empty space stretched behind him. After walking for about ten minutes, he stopped and looked into the distance.

It was a coffin, standing on yellow paper, but there was a very thin slit at the opening, from which yellow paper was continuously flowing out.

However, his gaze did not linger on the coffin, but instead looked to the other side.

There, a petite girl with a baby face showing some anxiety, was running frantically forward.

Strangely, every minute or so, the girl's figure would flicker, like a film reel suddenly freezing, before she would abruptly return to her original position.

As the location was restored, the girl seemed to have forgotten what had just happened and started running forward again.

The young man walked over, and as the distance between them closed, the girl's actions gradually exceeded one minute, and the strange phenomenon was gradually being suppressed.

"Zhang Dong?!"

The girl spotted him and immediately turned and ran towards him.

She skipped happily to Zhang Dong's side, her eyes full of surprise, and said joyfully:

"I knew it! No matter where I am, you will come to save me!"

Zhang Dong's eyes held a hint of barely perceptible affection as he reached out and gently patted the girl's head.

"Xiao Dong, I'm sorry I'm late."

"I told you not to touch my head! You'll stunt your growth!"

Meng Xiaodong stood with his hands on his hips, glaring at Zhang Dong with feigned ferocity.

"Ugh!"

As if she had suddenly thought of something, she craned her neck and looked around.

"Where is Li Qingzhi? I just saw him."

But in this desolate world, besides the two of them, there was only a coffin standing in the distance.

Looking at the lively Meng Xiaodong in front of him, Zhang Dong's eyes revealed deep self-reproach. "He's fine. He went to Luo Qian's place. I'll handle some of the follow-up."

Meng Xiaodu immediately pouted after hearing this.

"Oh, so you didn't come to save me, you came to get that coffin, right?"

He shook his head with a wry smile. "You..."

Zhang Dong turned around and walked towards the coffin, gently closing the coffin lid.

He then raised his hand and waved it at the void in front of him, as if wiping something away.

As Zhang Dong wiped the area, the entire world suddenly changed. The dull, scorched yellow area rippled violently, as if it were being stroked by an invisible hand, and was forcibly pushed towards a corner of the sky from left to right.

An unbelievable scene unfolded. The floor began to appear, the walls rose, and the outlines of tables, chairs, and benches became increasingly clear. Various pieces of furniture gradually materialized as he moved.

Meng Xiaodong stood obediently to one side, her bright, sparkling eyes gazing at Zhang Dong with admiration.

"All right."

Zhang Dong stopped what he was doing.

The two were already in a brightly lit house.

It's warm and cozy, full of the feeling of everyday life.

There was also a blank picture frame hanging on the wall.

The only jarring thing was that the coffin stood at the doorway, completely out of place with the rest of the room.

"Ok?"

Zhang Dong frowned.

"what's wrong?"

Meng Xiaodong asked curiously, completely oblivious to the changes in her surroundings, her eyes fixed on her beloved the whole time.

An indescribable oppressive atmosphere enveloped the room, as if some entity was invading this place through some medium.

It was very strong, but Zhang Dong was unable to stop this phenomenon from happening.

His eyes instantly turned sharp as he pulled Meng Xiaodong into his arms.

The next second, without warning.

The room suddenly went dark, and the furniture quickly rotted. A strong stench of decay abruptly filled the air.

"what happens…"

Zhang Dong kept observing his surroundings, unable to understand why this room was acting so strangely.

An unexpected paranormal event is unfolding.

My gaze fell on the blank picture frame on the wall, as if time was accelerating wildly. Suddenly, a pale white sheet of paper appeared in the empty frame.

Then colorful strokes began to appear, carefully drawing out one's own image, but strangely, the self in the drawing looked several years older.

"How can it be…"

His tone carried a hint of surprise and doubt.

Suddenly, the whole room froze, the picture faded rapidly, and the lines on the painting disappeared stroke by stroke, returning to the empty frame.

"Zhang Dong, this is..."

Meng Xiaodong poked her head out, her expression serious. A familiar feeling welled up inside her; she had a bad premonition.

"No rush, let's take a look first."

Although Zhang Dong was surprised, he remained calm, maintaining an expression that remained unchanged even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

But that wasn't the end of it; the anomalies continued, and the rewinding of time was constantly rewriting the room.

A strong stench of decay permeated the air, as if countless rotting, foul-smelling corpses were hidden within the walls.

After a certain moment, time is no longer linear.

A conceptual existence begins to intertwine, with time, which is constantly moving forward, being pulled back frantically while being pushed forward at the same time.

The timeline is in disarray; this room seems to have become the center of some terrifying supernatural event. Everything is no longer fixed, with countless intertwined timelines entangled within it.

Just as this chaos reached its peak.

Without warning, an old woman suddenly appeared in front of the blank picture frame, as if she had been standing there all along, only to be noticed now.

He was dressed in an old-fashioned cloth outfit in the style of the Republic of China, his lifeless face was covered with lividity, and his body was an abnormal black and white color.

A ghost, an extremely terrifying vengeful ghost, invaded from the future through a chaotic timeline.

(End of this chapter)