Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 270 The Future (1)

Watching Zhang Dong and Xu Changyi leave, Wang Xiaoming stood up.

"Meng Xiaodong, is the ghost inside imprisoned by Zhang Dong?"

"Correct."

Meng Xiaodong still looked very down, and his voice was muffled.

She pointed towards the guest room. A yellowed seal was affixed to the crack of that door; the ink had seeped through, but the writing was still clear.

A huge "封" (seal) character is placed horizontally in the center.

Wang Xiaoming glanced at it.

"Let's go. We can't stay here too long. In this chaotic world, no one can predict who will open the door next."

After saying that, Wang Xiaoming opened the door and walked out. Several team leaders silently followed behind him and left 301 one after another.

Thus, the anomalies caused by 301 and Li Leping's loss of control have temporarily come to an end.

But the cost is unacceptable.

At this point, Okawa City had completely fallen into chaos, and the area outside 301 was a constantly changing timeline.

The entire city was in a state of complete chaos.

Sometimes you can even see one or two corpses dressed in Republic of China-era clothing, either lying on the roadside or hanging upside down in mid-air.

Those were all ghost tamers who unintentionally entered 301 and fell into a chaotic timeline.

They were thrown out at different times and landed here.

Some people die in the past, some die in the present.

Their bodies were trapped in the chaotic area of ​​Dachuan City.

A thick layer of moisture enveloped everyone, like a blurry barrier.

"Meng Xiaodong has disappeared."

Li Jun, who was walking in front, suddenly spoke.

Yang Jian and the others had already noticed that Meng Xiaodong had disappeared the moment they stepped out of Room 301.

"The reason for the diary."

Wang Xiaoming began to explain.

"We don't know what that man named Zhang Dong wrote in his diary, but we are certain that he must have taken several precautions for Meng Xiaodong. The diary was suppressed inside 301. Once he leaves the room, Meng Xiaodong will be pulled back to the time when it was written because of the nature of the diary."

Li Jun nodded thoughtfully. "Should we send someone to search for it?"

"No need, we just need to wait quietly. She will definitely come to us. Besides, it's not easy for someone from the Republic of China era to survive in modern society."

At this moment, Shen Lin, who was walking at the very back, suddenly stopped and said, "I'm going to die."

Caught off guard, everyone stopped and turned to look at Shen Lin.

Ye Zhen immediately drew his sword and stared coldly at Shen Lin, having been paying close attention to Shen Lin's condition.

Zhao Lei, who hadn't dared to speak until now, finally couldn't help but say, "Brother Shen Lin, don't scare us like this. How about we ask Professor Wang to take a look at you?"

"That's too late."

Shen Lin shook his head.

"I can sense that there are at most five minutes left."

The music in his ears had gone from soft to jarring; the melody, which had been faint, was now rapid and urgent, as if countless corpses were roaring and howling in his ears, ready to tear him to pieces at any moment.

Wang Xiaoming nodded, not showing too much surprise.

"Very good, your body has the greatest value in dying here."

Li Jun was stunned; he hadn't expected Wang Xiaoming to say that. "This…Professor Wang, isn't there any other way to save Shen Lin?"

"Brother Jun, you don't understand."

Zhao Lei approached, considering himself and Li Jun as friends after this incident.

"Didn't Brother Shen Lin already say that his body is a ghost? Think about it, can a ghost die?"

Li Jun instinctively replied, "No."

“That’s more like it. Rather than letting him fully recover, it’s better to leave him here. Professor Wang wants him to die near 301, since it’s a place that can be entered at any time, and no one can be sure what might come out of it in the future.”

At this point, Zhao Lei became somewhat smug and glanced at Yang Jian.

"Captain, how was my analysis?"

Before Yang Jian could reply, Wang Xiaoming said, "You're very smart, and your judgment is correct. Rather than letting this place continue to spiral out of control, it's better to let the two inherently unstable supernatural entities clash with each other, and having Shen Lin guard this place is the optimal solution."

"so be it."

He handed the axe and a small music box to Wang Xiaoming. The axe, which was originally heavy, felt light in Wang Xiaoming's hands.

Shen Lin took a few steps back, completely stepping out of Li Jun's ghostly domain.

“My original self will not remember this memory, but I hope you can tell him everything that happened here. He encountered a very unusual paranormal event, and perhaps he can gain some inspiration from this experience.”

After saying that, he turned around and walked to the door of room 301, where he stood quietly, waiting for death to come.

"Yang Jian..."

Shen Lin's voice was already very weak, and it also faintly carried a ethereal and eerie musical sound.

"Although there's no real reason, I still want to ask you a favor. Without you, this incident wouldn't have been so easy."

The sound had become completely musical; Shen Lin seemed to be humming a terrifying ballad in a low voice.

"If I ever have the chance to meet the real me, I would like to ask you to support him once. I believe that with your abilities, you can give him some help."

"I reject."

Yang Jian refused without hesitation.

"I don't want to go and die regarding your mother's matter."

Yang Jian had no desire to provoke a vengeful ghost capable of altering perceptions.

"Headquarters can give you the music box."

At this moment, Wang Xiaoming spoke up, "I think you've already witnessed the effects of this supernatural item. It will definitely work in a short time. Shen Lin relied on it to stop the ghost in room 301."

"You absolutely won't die?"

Yang Jian was indeed somewhat moved. Shen Lin's previous state was indeed strange, and even he could not confront it head-on. It was just that the vengeful ghost that Shen Lin was facing was too terrifying, so it did not seem so exaggerated.

But Yang Jian knew in his heart that this music box was definitely not simple, since it could stop the old man's supernatural superposition by itself.

Yang Jian said, "I never promise things I can't do, but if I ever need this thing, I will keep my promise."

Shen Lin didn't say anything more.

His head was slightly lowered, and he leaned against the door, motionless.

He died, and the curse of the music box fully erupted. The ethereal music gradually grew louder, as if trying to spread outwards.

Although he wasn't the real Shen Lin, the atmosphere was inevitably somewhat awkward in the face of the death of a captain, especially a comrade-in-arms who had just been fighting alongside him.

However, the group didn't even have time to mourn for a moment, as the ghost would revive soon, and staying there would only cause more trouble.

"Let's go."

Yang Jian turned and left without looking back, and the others followed in his footsteps.

(End of this chapter)