Mysterious Revival

At six o’clock, the post office lights turned off.

This rule seemed to equally apply to the fifth floor of the post office.

Yang Jian and Li Yang were staying in room 507, when suddenly the dimly lit room brightened as if a power source had just been connected. Meanwhile, the outside, which was merely dim earlier, suddenly turned pitch black. The light from the room couldn’t extend outwards.

“It’s six o’clock now,” Li Yang observed, paying attention to the changes around.

Everything in the room was normal. The deliberately left corpse had been disposed of, so there were no ghosts in this room, and it had been repeatedly confirmed as safe.

Yang Jian held a cracked long spear in his hand, his ghost eye glowing red under the dim yellow light, as he moved his body slightly.

“I should take action now, as I mentioned before, room 507 will serve as our retreat. It absolutely must not encounter any issues. Other than myself, nothing can be brought in here. If an unstoppable ghost appears, use this.”

With these words, he put down an old doll.

This time, Yang Jian was better prepared, bringing along any possible useful supernatural items.

“Captain, don’t forget, I also have this, so captain you should keep the doll. This thing is very powerful, and can withstand very terrifying ghosts at critical moments,” Li Yang said, shaking a blood-stained small mallet in his hand.

Once hit by this tool, a ghost can be repelled or even put into a temporary dormant and suppressed state. It’s considered a fairly powerful supernatural item.

But Yang Jian had the Coffin Nail, so he didn’t need this item.

Li Yang lacked strong means to suppress ghosts, so this item greatly enhanced his abilities after he obtained it.

Yang Jian thought for a while and nodded; “Although the doll can only be used once briefly against a ghost, it’s strong enough to even delay the old woman in the ancient house for a period of time. You may not always get the chance to hit the nail on the head, so it’s better if you keep it.”

The doll can be used remotely, but the blood-stained small mallet must be used at close range to hit the ghost, which complements each other perfectly.

“Since the captain said so, I’ll gladly accept it. There will definitely be no issues with room 507,” Li Yang assured.

He was well aware of this room’s importance, because if Yang Jian encountered hard-to-handle danger out there, he would have to retreat. If there’s a problem here, it means Yang Jian would die outside once the retreat is cut off.

Such cautiousness is understandable.

After making the decision, Yang Jian no longer hesitated and directly opened the door of room 507.

The dim yellow light from inside seeped out, but the outside darkness was like a wall blocking all the light, meaning the light couldn’t spread and illuminate the outside condition.

But it didn’t matter.

Yang Jian’s ghost eye could glimpse through the darkness and wasn’t concerned about being affected.

In his ghost eye’s sight, darkness was no longer an obstacle, and a blood-soaked perspective unfolded before him.

Everything was clear now.

“Just like during the day, nothing much has changed, but the corpse in front of room 501 is gone,” Yang Jian frowned, looking toward the previous room’s entrance.

He had thrown a ghost there, but now after the lights went out, it was gone.

Though the fifth-floor lobby was vast, there were no obstacles blocking the view. A quick glance would reveal everything clearly, so a mangled corpse lying on the ground would be impossible not to see unless someone were blind. Now, only two possibilities existed.

Either the post office dealt with the ghost.

Or the ghost had moved, entered a room, or hid somewhere.

“I intended to test room 501, but the result seems ineffective,” Yang Jian said as he stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

“Captain, be careful. I’m guarding at the door,” Li Yang reminded inside the room.

Yang Jian nodded and started observing the changes in the rooms at night.

However, just after he closed the door and walked into the fifth-floor lobby under the night, an eerie scene occurred.

On the walls of the lobby, a series of oil paintings, some new, some old, suddenly cast out eerie gazes as if they noticed Yang Jian. Hundreds of eyes turned toward him simultaneously, and even some of the characters in the paintings had restless, turning eyes staring dead at him.

Even the oil painting of Yang Jian’s father was glaring at him.

“Are all the character oil paintings problematic?” Yang Jian tightened his grip on the long spear, staring hard at a half-human-sized oil painting.

As it emitted the most malevolent gaze.

This was a middle-aged man with an expressionless, slightly dazed look, akin to an old farmer, appearing both unknown and exuding a sense of being out of touch with the times. In the painting, behind this man was a wasteland, a messy field, but faintly visible was a massive burial mound standing in the distance.

“Surely not all the paintings are depicting non-humans, all being ghosts,” Yang Jian thought, unfazed by the malicious gaze of the man in the painting.

Any abnormality.

His Firewood Knife would immediately dismember it.

With this power, he had the ability to resist ghosts, even though ghosts couldn’t be killed, they could be temporarily restrained, suppressing them.

But the gazes directed at Yang Jian were too numerous, not just from this painting, but from many other character oil paintings, revealing various eyes, some scrutinizing, some sinister, some numb, some playful…

The eyes were all different.

One couldn’t believe the paintings were all ghosts.

Because ghosts don’t have such diverse expressions; most ghosts have hollow, eerie gazes.

But in the end, these paintings weren’t like ghostly paintings; the people in the oil paintings couldn’t escape, couldn’t walk out of the paintings.

“Are the people in these paintings just watching me, unable to act? Or are the conditions insufficient to allow these ghosts in the paintings to act? If so, could the previous encounter with a ghostly painting have been a painting that freed itself? Or was the ghostly painting the most unique painting?”

Yang Jian’s mind flickered with many thoughts.

Because his only contact was with the ghostly painting.

So Yang Jian thought the ghostly painting might provide him with some clues.

“Creak~!”

Yet at this moment, a slight sound was heard; the fifth-floor lobby’s main door had slowly opened somehow, moved by a chilling wind.

A stairway leading down became visible.

This stairway was different from the one during the day, being incomplete during the day, but now it was completely intact, seemingly providing a way back to the post office’s fourth floor, third floor, second floor…

“Should I check it out?”

Yang Jian pondered the idea.

Because it was a discovery, and perhaps an investigation could yield some results.

But he then looked at room 501.

The room door still had a notch, a mark made by the Firewood Knife before six o’clock, yet to vanish, and his ghost eye glimpsed a bit of what’s inside through that notch.

There was no light in room 501.

Yang Jian’s heart tightened: “There’s no light in room 501 at night. Sure enough, is this room occupied by a ghost, turning it into a deadly space?”

He also glanced at the adjacent room, 502.

Nothing stirred in this room, indicating perhaps that an answer was forming to the daytime question.

It was room 501 that held the problem.

But this was only temporary information, yet for Yang Jian, both rooms were approached with extreme caution; he wouldn’t trust anything said by individuals from either room until the truth was thoroughly understood.

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and returned to the painting with the fiercest gaze again.

Regardless, the malevolent gaze from the oil painting couldn’t be avoided. It kept staring, waiting to launch the most terrifying attack the moment he relaxed, making one feel uneasy, unable to let down their guard.

“Over here, over here…”

Suddenly.

A strange occurrence, as if whispers filled Yang Jian’s ear, with a strange guiding voice that seemingly wanted to lead him somewhere.

“It’s one of the oil paintings,”

Yang Jian looked towards the direction that attracted him.

It was a human-sized oil painting, hung at a high place, but it was a landscape painting, with no characters inside.

Still, the faint whispering sound emanated from that painting.

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