Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 266 The Past (Part 1)

A crimson light flashed by.

A faint cracking sound came from the air, and a white spear emerged from the shadows, exuding a chilling aura. It thrust straight down, pinning Meng Xiaodong firmly to the ground.

The moment Yang Jian pushed open the door to 301, he caught a glimpse of Meng Xiaodong's almost disappearing silhouette.

Meng Xiaodong, whose body already emanated an abnormal aura, coupled with his indistinct figure, looked exactly like the ghost in room 301, prompting Yang Jian to strike without hesitation and pin him to the spot.

"puff--"

No blood flowed out.

Meng Xiaodong looked down at the spear stuck in his chest, a brief look of astonishment in his eyes.

The body, which should have completely dissipated, began to solidify again under the pressure of the coffin nails, with its lines, colors, and shadows slowly returning.

Yang Jian accidentally froze her state at the moment before she dissipated.

"A living person?"

Yang Jian's gaze fell upon her. Despite the pressure from the coffin nails, this girl was still able to maintain her consciousness.

Footsteps came from behind the door, and Wang Xiaoming and the others came in.

He glanced at Meng Xiaodong, who was pinned to the ground, and then surveyed the room. The walls were blackened, and a faint stench of decay filled the air.

"Such a thing could actually happen?"

He muttered to himself in a low voice, his tone flat, yet with a hint of undisguised surprise.

After a moment's thought, he slowly shook his head.

"It shouldn't be said that such things are inevitable under the influence of the supernatural."

Then he turned to Yang Jian and said.

“The timeline in this room is messed up. This person is very important. I have some things I need to confirm with her. Let her out.”

"no!"

Meng Xiaodong's voice suddenly rang out, very urgent, as if he was very scared.

"Don't pull out the coffin nails!"

Her existence now depends entirely on the pressure of the coffin nails; once they are pulled out, she will die immediately.

Yang Jian gave her a strange look. The girl, nailed to the coffin, even showed a hint of relief. Could it be that she had some kind of unusual fetish like Zhang Wei's father?
"Who are you."

Yang Jian asked directly, his tone icy.

"and who are you?"

Meng Xiaodong looked wary and asked Yang Jian in return.

"I've never heard of anyone like you before. You're quite powerful in supernatural matters and you even know how to use coffin nails."

Yang Jian's expression remained unchanged.

I won't ask you a second time.

Amidst the crimson flashes, black flames burned as Yang Jian quietly watched Meng Xiaodong, ready to strike at any moment.

"Two ghosts? No, four or five?! How is that possible?!"

Meng Xiaodong's breath hitched.

She stared intently at Yang Jian's figure, her pupils contracting, her expression gradually turning to surprise.

In her understanding, only a very few people can control two ghosts, but the man in front of her showed characteristics of at least four ghosts.

After a brief moment of shock, she quickly calmed down.

Xu Changyi once told her that the supernatural is always full of uncertainty. There are too many extraordinary people in this world who have not yet appeared. When facing the supernatural, one must never think in terms of common sense.

Moreover, there are outrageous figures like Zhang Dong.

She said coldly, "Do you think I'm easily scared? Tell me who you are and how you got to this place."

Wang Xiaoming stood to the side, not interrupting. He quietly observed the still somewhat childlike girl. From the moment she entered, he had noticed the black and white lividity on Meng Xiaodong's skin. A suspicion that had formed in his mind earlier was becoming increasingly certain.

Wang Xiaoming suddenly shouted:
"Meng Xiaodong".

"What are you doing?"

Staring wide-eyed at the bespectacled man in front of him.

Wang Xiaoming adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "I knew I was right..."

Meng Xiaodong was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening.

"You deadpan face! You're trying to trick me?! Wait! How did you know my name?!"

Wang Xiaoming ignored Meng Xiaodong and spoke to Yang Jian.

"The source ghost in 301 should have been dealt with, which is why this girl is here."

"It's been resolved?" Yang Jian thought for a moment. To be honest, what happened today was too strange, and even he couldn't quite figure out some of the clues.

"How do you know this woman's name?"

Wang Xiaoming did not answer immediately. He circled around Meng Xiaodong, his gaze calm, as if he were looking at a human specimen, which made her feel a chill down her spine.

"Hey! You deadpan! I'm talking to you. I'm warning you, don't you dare mess around. If the ghost inside me awakens, you'll all die here."

Meng Xiaodong felt a little uneasy. Wang Xiaoming's gaze was not that of someone observing a human being, but rather as if he were treating her as an object.

Turning his gaze away, Wang Xiaoming confirmed something and said to Yang Jian and the others, "The ghost in room 301 is her."

"she?"

Yang Jian and the captains behind him looked at Meng Xiaodong at the same time, their eyes filled with disbelief.

“The exact same ghostly features, the exact same location, everything overlaps with that ghost. I can’t think of any other possibility but that it’s the same ghost.”

Wang Xiaoming continued to explain, "Do you remember when we analyzed the current situation of Dachuan City before?"

Yang Jian roughly understood what Wang Xiaoming wanted to say, and he said, "You mean that because of the ghost in 301, the entire Dachuan City has fallen into a time disorder, and the source of all this, 301, is even more unpredictable in terms of the flow of time inside. Under such circumstances, the past and the future may overlap?"

“That’s right.” Wang Xiaoming nodded.

"In this place, the future and the past intertwine, and people from different time periods may meet together."

He paused for a moment, then turned to Meng Xiaodong and continued speaking.

"We come from the future."

Meng Xiaodong opened his mouth wide, as if listening to some unbelievable story.

The room fell silent for a moment. All the team leaders looked at Meng Xiaodong, staring at each other, waiting for him to accept this fact.

On the old road paved with yellow mud, the wind blew by with a faint smell of corpses.

A paper shop stood forlornly at the roadside. The walls were yellowed, the door frame was crooked, and unburnt paper money was scattered on the ground.

There was a sound of horse hooves.

The sound of horse hooves came from far away.

Zhang Dong rode a white horse slowly closer, with a coffin trailing behind him.

Yellow dust rose up, obscuring half the sky.

Two figures were already waiting at the entrance of the paper shop.

A young man, a child.

The two stood motionless, their faces expressionless, like two dried-out paper figures.

"Uncle Zhang."

When the boy saw Zhang Dong, he called out from afar in a very soft voice, which sounded like air leaking from a piece of paper.

(End of this chapter)