Mysterious Revival

“Not a single entity, yet the fierce ghosts don’t affect each other… this is the first time I’ve seen something like this. Perhaps an individual fierce ghost isn’t terrifying, but gathered together they produce a certain qualitative change.”

Yang Jian stared at the other four fierce ghost shadows reflected on the ground and felt troubled.

He could use the Coffin Nail to pin down one shadow, but not five. So, to handle this situation, he had to understand how these fierce ghosts killed.

“The shadow of the first fierce ghost killed that Brother Long; at the time, the other four ghost shadows showed no anomalies, indicating that Brother Long matched the first fierce ghost’s killing pattern.”

“And when it was my turn, the shadow of the first fierce ghost didn’t move; instead, the shadow of the second fierce ghost stirred, seemingly targeting and attacking me. After a restart, this scenario happened again, showing that I matched the second fierce ghost’s killing pattern even if I did nothing.”

“So, the issue lies here—the difference between the first and second ghost shadows, as well as the difference between me and Brother Long. Finding the matching points will solve the fierce ghosts’ killing patterns.”

Yang Jian took a deep breath.

He glanced at the others.

“But just having the info that only Brother Long and I were attacked isn’t enough to analyze the crucial point; a third person needs to be attacked.”

Meanwhile…

Li Yang had already drawn a door on the wall with blood, and the old wooden doorknob was installed, forming a medium connecting the Ghost Gate.

“Captain, the Ghost Gate is successfully connected; it can be opened anytime now.”

Yang Jian immediately said, “Open the door and send the ghosts in; don’t hesitate. I’ll handle the other issues. Just guard the door tightly; never let the Ghost Gate lose control.”

After speaking, he kicked the corpse of the Door-Opening Ghost directly over.

A Dead Man’s Head, along with an old corpse missing a head and arms.

The Dead Man’s Head of the Door-Opening Ghost rolled to the wall of the Ghost Gate, stood on the ground, and its ghastly dead, white eyes slightly turned as if it was reassessing everything around, seemingly awakened.

“Wang Yong, watch the surroundings; I’m going to open the door. Zhou Ze, Zhong Yan, come help me move the ghosts. They’ve been suppressed, but they’re reviving soon, and we can’t fight them a second time.”

Li Yang said urgently.

He touched the Ghost Gate, reaching for the doorknob.

An old, dark door detached from the wall and slowly opened.

Zhou Ze’s face slightly changed, and without saying a word, he moved the child’s corpse that Ye Zhen had previously punched out of the wall. He felt tense and uneasy, knowing the corpse in his hand was already awakening and squirming.

Though Zhong Yan was a woman, she was quite bold, picking up the Dead Man’s Head of the Door-Opening Ghost on the ground and dragging the incomplete corpse with one hand.

“We’re ready.” The two quickly arrived at the Ghost Gate.

“I’m opening the door.” Li Yang was sweating heavily.

He understood the great risk of opening the Ghost Gate, as the door wasn’t a supernatural item but a connector to a haunted place imprisoning fierce ghosts. They’d already sent in a batch of fierce ghosts in the old residence previously, and if opened recklessly now, those ghosts might rush out again.

The moment the door opened…

Behind the pitch-black door was a chilling and eerie atmosphere with faint strange sounds.

Without hesitating, Zhou Ze and Zhong Yan quickly threw the fierce ghosts and human heads inside.

Two extremely dangerous fierce ghosts vanished from the old residence.

This wasn’t imprisonment, but it resolved the risk of the fierce ghosts’ revival.

“Bang!”

With a loud noise, Li Yang hurriedly closed the Ghost Gate.

The process was thrilling but safe.

“There are still other ghosts not sent in; don’t be careless,” Li Yang reminded again.

Inside the old residence was a female corpse without limbs or head and a pair of dead feet nailed below the Coffin Nail.

But neither seemed dangerous now. The female corpse had black letter paper stuck to it and was beaten by Ye Zhen, showing no threat. The pair of dead feet remained nailed by the Coffin Nail.

“Here they come, be careful.”

Suddenly, Wang Yong shouted lowly, pushing two people aside and then without hesitation hit the shadow of a fierce ghost on the ground with an iron shovel.

The four fierce ghost shadows invaded the first floor of the post office, even where they stood wasn’t safe.

But the effect of the iron shovel wasn’t as apparent as imagined; the black ghost shadow merely wobbled and twisted a few times before freezing for about ten seconds, soon returning to normal.

“Not very effective?” Wang Yong’s eyelids twitched, wanting to retreat but it was already too late.

The black shadow passed over him, enveloping it within.

Unexpectedly, he wasn’t attacked by the fierce ghost; he remained safe.

“So that’s how it is; after pinning the second ghost shadow, the killing pattern matching me and Wang Yong was avoided. But what differences or commonalities exist among Wang Yong, Brother Long, and me?” Yang Jian pondered.

Unable to understand the fierce ghost, he couldn’t resolve them; they were in a mutual stalemate.

“Can’t let the fifth-floor messengers attempt; losing one is a significant loss.” Yang Jian made a decision, taking out a crystal pendant from his pocket.

The crystal was black, like a swaying shadow.

A necklace made by the Deceiving Ghost; Yang Jian once again utilized the Deceiving Ghost’s supernatural power.

A cold aura gathered, seemingly interfering with the surroundings.

Supernaturals affecting reality, three half-dead individuals suddenly appeared in the post office. They lacked consciousness, but their bodies lived; among them were men and women, all strangers.

Yet, the moment these living dead appeared,

The other four fierce ghost shadows immediately moved.

The third ghost shadow was slim, appearing to be a woman’s silhouette, and moved towards the three half-dead individuals. Then, an eerie scene unfolded: the single female among the living dead seemingly lost some support and suddenly collapsed.

Her life characteristics rapidly disappeared, and the corpse quickly grew cold.

But the two remaining living dead remained unmoved, standing there.

This clarity shed light on the information.

Yang Jian sharply looked at the five ghost shadows, finally understanding their meanings: “Ah, so that’s it, no wonder Brother Long died first and I was targeted twice; each ghost shadow has a killing pattern, or rather, represents something different.”

“The first ghost shadow was skinny and long, corresponding to the elderly. It curses the elderly to death. The second shadow, neither tall nor short, fat nor thin, matches the young, so it targeted me; Wang Yong’s ambiguous age was also considered young. The third slender shadow is for women, killing them if targeted.”

“The fourth shadow explains itself—it’s for children, cursing them to death. As for the fifth one… it’s for adults with children, which means those carrying a child die.”

“Old people, young people, women, children, caregivers… these five killing patterns essentially cover everyone, ensuring nobody escapes, all facing inevitable death by the pattern.”

Yang Jian’s face grew grim: “Where in the world did this Ghost Post Office summon these fierce ghosts from, being so terrifying?”

He had just figured this result out.

Another ghost shadow moved, seemingly finding Zhong Yan, approaching her.

These fierce ghosts kill by proximity, which seemed to be their only flaw.

Zhong Yan also noticed this, wanting to escape but no path was left; the shadows became immense, covering almost everything here.

“Hold hands, confuse your own identity, so the ghost won’t kill you.” Yang Jian immediately reminded.

Zhong Yan’s eyes narrowed at these words, and she instantly understood Yang Jian’s meaning. Without delay, she quickly grabbed Zhou Ze beside her.

Once there was physical contact, an unbelievable scene occurred.

The Ghost Shadow, which seemed to be manifesting, stopped at this moment.

Its judgment was confused,

because the ghost targeted the woman, but now it treated Zhong Yan and Zhou Ze as one entity, so it didn’t match its killing norms, thus it halted.

“It worked.” Zhong Yan instantly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of surviving a deadly crisis.

She understood that once you were targeted by this malevolent spirit, you would surely die, unable to counter such aggressive attacks unless you found a way to survive.

Now, Yang Jian found it.

The ghost could no longer easily kill; the situation was improving.

“Don’t act alone; this ghost cannot be contained for now—only delay the danger period brought by the black letter.” Yang Jian said, still wary as he gazed at the four malevolent spirits wandering and swaying inside the post office.

This malevolent spirit was clearly not the Ghost Shadow; the Ghost Shadow was just a paranormal phenomenon.

The Coffin Nail could work because it temporarily suppressed the spread of the paranormal phenomenon, but the true source had yet to appear.

The crisis here was just slightly alleviating.

Meanwhile.

Ye Zhen went upstairs on the wooden staircase swiftly, moving forward without any hesitation.

He pursued the sound of singing.

He wouldn’t allow anyone to be interested in singing during a battle, especially when the singing was so terrible.

The post office was currently out of control.

The wooden stairs were unobstructed, seeming like anyone could freely move up and down.

Finally.

Ye Zhen stopped when he was close to the fifth floor.

Because on the staircase ahead of him stood a woman, a ravishing beauty in a red cheongsam. Her face appeared slightly cold, yet her mouth curled with a smile, giving a subtle, eerie hint of laughing yet not laughing.

Clearly, she was Sister Hong.

Sister Hong naturally understood the situation at the post office; she also comprehended Yang Jian’s approach.

“Ripping the letter is a bold and risky move; a slip, and you could be swallowed by the darkness in the post office. But he’s smart, wary of the fifth floor, and of me, so he ripped the letter on the first floor, avoiding me as much as possible,” Sister Hong muttered cautiously, planning to check downstairs.

However, what she didn’t anticipate was a young, handsome yet unfamiliar youth appearing on the stairs, blocking her path.

“I haven’t seen you in the post office…”

Sister Hong asked with an enigmatic smile, “What’s your name?”

She possessed Leuk Qingqing’s memory, but Leuk Qingqing had never come into contact with Ye Zhen, so Sister Hong didn’t know about Ye Zhen’s existence.

She expected Ye Zhen to exchange a few pleasant words but instead widened his eyes angrily and abruptly shouted, “Audacity! Dare to provoke me, Ye? Truly ignorant of your place! Today, I’ll slay you, this ghost woman!”

“??” Sister Hong thought she was only greeting him, should not be considered a provocation, right?

“Kill.” Ye Zhen moved.

He sensed the threat imposed by Sister Hong; at this moment, he pulled out the longsword from his waist, prepared for battle.

It wasn’t a sharp treasured sword, but a distorted, deformed, dirt-smudged, rust-covered bizarre sword. On one side of the sword, there was a blurred, cracked Ghost Face, no—it didn’t seem like a depiction but a real existence, merely residing on that sword.

This was an extraordinary supernatural weapon.

At this moment, Sister Hong perhaps was careless, or inadvertently glanced.

The red cheongsam on Sister Hong glowed conspicuously, emitting a faint red light. Her eyes instantly filled with porcelain-like cracks, a deathly gray hue spreading and overflowing from her sockets, covering her face, which then began to crack like porcelain.

“This sword cannot be viewed; viewing brings death.”

Ye Zhen caressed the cold longsword, not looking at that side but fixating on Sister Hong.

“Interesting,” Sister Hong remarked, with some mischievousness as cracks marred her face.

But as soon as the words were spoken, the flesh of her face fell off like shattered fragments continuously peeling away.

Yet in the next moment.

Red high heels moved, blood-red footprints appeared around.

One after another, peculiar Puppet People emerged; these Puppet People had no faces, no hands, yet all wore red cheongsams.

“Ghost stuff indeed is extraordinary. People in the spiritual realm tremble at hearing my name, Ye; you are the first not only to dare to provoke me but actively confront my existence—since that’s the case… kill.”

Ye Zhen merely stomped on the ground, the leather shoes striking the surface crisply. Subsequently, he vanished instantly.

In the next moment, he appeared among countless Puppet People.

The distorted longsword in his hand slashed down, infused with the Ghost Domain, seemingly capable of tearing apart the post office, but unable to tear a Puppet Person in a red cheongsam.

Other Puppet People stepped closer in high heels as if to engulf him.

“Eyes are gone just to restrain my sword? But I, Ye Zhen, am not a figure of empty fame; this sword can’t be touched, touch brings splitting.” Ye Zhen shouted.

The Puppet Person before him froze at this instant, and then from where it contacted the longsword, a crack formed, the crack stretching out, eventually tearing the red cheongsam.

A Puppet Person fell to the ground, utterly destroyed.

As for the approaching other Puppets, Ye Zhen raised his hand and punched them, sending them flying directly.

Once he made a move, it was like a violent storm; those Puppet People were unresistant, unable to pose any threat.

Yet afterward, Ye Zhen suddenly sensed something unusual; unable to resist, he bent over, beginning to vomit severely; a crimson heart was forcefully expelled from his mouth.

He touched his chest.

It already felt hollow and cold.

Evidently, he had unknowingly been eroded by the supernatural.

“A living person attaining such levels, truly unbelievable.”

Sister Hong emerged from the remaining few Puppet People, her face still cracked yet slowly recovering, only what restored became even less familiar than before, no longer resembling Leuk Qingqing much.

Clearly, the inevitable killing norms couldn’t erase this unusual existence.

“Remember, the one who kills you—it’s Ye Zhen.”

Ye Zhen, unafraid of death, reached Sister Hong, slashing his sword onto her.

A tear formed in the cheongsam on Sister Hong’s shoulder, followed by the rip extending… seemingly about to cleave her body in half.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com