Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

She said this in a nonchalant tone, but unfortunately her calves were trembling slightly the whole time.

The corridor is very long.

The wooden floor beneath my feet creaked underfoot, the sound carrying far through the empty building before bouncing back, creating a strange reverberation, as if someone in another room were making the same footsteps.

The walls were covered with faded posters depicting skulls, ghosts, and bloodstained axes...

Originally designed to create a terrifying atmosphere, the paint has now peeled off most of the way, making the grotesque patterns appear even more eerie in the dim light.

It's like it's come back to life.

At the end of the corridor was a half-open door.

Three words were written on the door—

"A way out."

Qianhua peeked over and whispered, "What does this mean? Are you telling us there's a way out?"

"It's probably the puzzle design of a haunted house," Kaguya whispered. "These kinds of themed haunted houses usually have puzzle elements that make visitors search for the exit while being scared..."

"In other words, it's even more terrifying inside."

"……Correct."

Chika swallowed hard.

Zhang Yang reached out and pushed open the door.

Behind the door is a large hall.

The space is very large, at least half the width of a stadium.

Some tattered curtains hung from the ceiling, swaying gently in the breeze that seeped in from somewhere, as if someone were swinging on them.

Scattered on the ground were some props—a fake skeleton, a tattered rag doll, and a rusty iron chain.

In the corner was a huge mirror, its surface covered with cracks, which sliced ​​the figures of the group standing at the door into countless fragments, distorted and reflected on the silver glass.

"It's so cold here..."

Zian Yan said softly, rubbing her arms with both hands.

It's really cold.

The cold seeped into their bones from their skin, as if something unseen was wandering around them, taking away some of their warmth with each passing moment.

A faint crimson-gold light shone deep within Zhang Yang's pupils.

It seems there really is something special about it; the Shinomiya family wasn't lying after all.

“Zhang Yangjun…”

Chika's voice trembled slightly.

"Don't you think... this hall seems a bit more spacious than before?"

Zhang Yang turned his head: "What do you mean?"

“Well… when we first came in, I remember the mirror was on the left. But now…” Chika pointed ahead, “it seems to be in the middle.”

Everyone looked in the direction she pointed.

A huge cracked mirror had indeed been moved from the left side of the wall to the very center of the hall at some point.

No one heard any movement.

No one saw it move.

But it just changed its location.

“This is impossible…” Maki’s voice was a little tight, “This kind of mirror weighs at least several hundred pounds, how could it be completely silent…”

He hadn't finished speaking.

Something moved in the mirror.

All eyes were on the mirror.

Seven people stood at the entrance of the hall, each in a different posture.

But there are eight in the mirror...

There's one more.

On the far right of the group, next to Maki, a blurry figure was reflected in the mirror.

The figure was a head taller than Zhenfei, its outline so blurry it resembled a blot of ink soaked in water. Its features and clothing were indistinct, and only a shadowy human figure could be vaguely discerned.

It lowered its head.

It's like looking at a real concubine.

Empress Zhenfei sensed something.

Her body froze, her neck seemed to be frozen, and she slowly turned her head, only to find nothing around her.

"True concubine!"

Zhang Yang's shouts seemed to come from a great distance.

Maki felt her consciousness being pulled down by something; a cold hand reached into her chest, gripped her heart, and pulled it down little by little.

Her vision began to darken.

The blurry figure in the mirror reached out a hand, its skin wrinkled as if it had been soaked in water for a long time, with most of its nails missing, revealing the dark red flesh underneath, and touched the shoulder of the real Princess in the mirror.

In an instant, Princess Zhenfei felt her body temperature being stolen away.

cold.

So cold.

It was as if someone had thrown her into a lake in winter; icy water poured in from all directions, into her mouth and nose, into her lungs, into her veins…

"Zhang Yang..."

Chika's scream shattered the silence of the hall.

"Four-jo-kun!!"

Dragon Ball Peach suddenly took a step back, pulled her hand out of her pocket, clenched her fist and then relaxed it, her eyes wide open, watching Maki's body fall like a leaf.

Zian Yan covered her mouth, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Kaguya lowered her hand from her cheek, revealing her pale face.

Hayasaka Ai had already rushed forward, but Zhang Yang was faster than her.

He grabbed Princess Zhenfei's hand and activated his powers at the same time.

"—The one destined to take me to that faraway place is here—"

The simultaneous activation of the two powers, "A Thousand Miles of Marriage Connected by a Single Thread" and "Holding Hands," created an invisible passage within his body.

A passage leading to some unknown place.

hum-

The small hole appeared in the air between Zhenfei and him, as small as a coin, and only appeared for a moment.

A powerful suction force gushed out from the opening, drawing Zhang Yang and Zhen Fei's bodies in simultaneously.

"Zhang Yangjun!!"

Chika's cries were swallowed by the darkness.

dark.

Endless darkness.

There was no sound, no temperature, no time.

Maki felt as if she were floating in some place where there was nothing, her consciousness like a lamp about to go out, swaying in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Then she felt a warm presence.

One hand.

He held her hand.

Her hands were warm, as warm as charcoal fire in winter, like a lamp shining in the dark night, rekindling her almost extinguished consciousness.

"Don't be afraid."

Zhang Yang's voice rang in her ears.

"I'm here."

Princess Zhenfei wanted to speak, to say "I'm not afraid," but she couldn't open her mouth.

All she could feel was that hand holding her tightly, leading her through the darkness, through the void, through things she couldn't understand or describe.

Then, light appeared.

boom!

The two people fell out of the void and stood on the floor again.

Chika, Dragon Ball Momo, Koyasu Tsubame, Kaguya, Hayasaka Ai... They were still standing in the same spot, maintaining their previous poses, as if less than a second had passed.

Chika's eyes widened: "Where...where did you go just now?!"

"Time travel." Zhang Yang got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and said, "I took her to die once."

"……what?"

"Died once."

Description:

For readers who haven't read *The Invisible Child*, there's a premise that if you can see ghosts, you'll be attacked by them; the more ghosts you see, the more ghosts you'll encounter.

Here, let's combine this with the setting of curses. The stronger the living are, the stronger the ghosts will become. Because the protagonist is too strong, the ghosts also automatically become stronger. Now, the rules of "ghost stories" are being used to kill people.

Chapter Ninety-Four: The Rules Failed to Beat the Numbers Again

The core meaning of "crossing" is to cross physical space or time dimensions.

Although nowadays, whenever time travel is mentioned, people think of traveling to another world, such as anime worlds, cultivation worlds, or game worlds.

However, the concept of time travel is very broad; it can be traveling to the past, the future, or other timelines.

Similarly, it could be physical travel, soul travel, or information travel.

The power of "A Thousand Miles of Marriage Connected by a Single Thread" is a travel ability. After using it many times, Zhang Yang believes that this ability can involve time travel.

And the true nature of the colorful talent of "holding hands" has also been revealed...

The reason She was able to develop this talent was because Zhang Yang became a god-slayer. The source of this colorful experience was that she and Aisha fell into the Fairy Corridor together.

Therefore, "holding hands" is actually composed of "together" and "traveling through time". When used together with the time-space cave created by "a thousand miles of marriage are tied by a single thread", it can easily allow the beloved to cross physical space or time dimensions.

Simply put, it's about bringing your "beloved" from the moment before you died to the present.

When Kallen was pulled, because Kallen's body was still intact and even stronger, it was a "soul crossing".

When the four Maki were pulled, Maki was already dead, so it was a journey from the world of the dead to the world of the living.

Princess Zhenfei gasped for breath, her eyes wide open, her pupils reflecting the tattered curtains on the ceiling, the dim light, and the silhouette of the boy standing beside her.

She saw it.

In that brief moment of death, she saw the true face of this world.

Countless...things were floating in the air.

Some lines, as thin as spider silk, stretched from the walls to the ceiling, and from the ceiling to the floor, intertwined densely, like an invisible web.

Some shadows, as thin as mist, moved slowly through the various corners of the hall.

Some of them... are shaped like people.

They stood in the hall.

Standing in the corner.

Standing on the ceiling.