Mysterious Revival

Sister Hong looked at her shoulder with some surprise.

The blood-red qipao had somehow torn open, and the tear was spreading, making the sound of ripping fabric. Moreover, a gash had appeared on her shoulder.

One must know that her body now was not that of a living person; beneath the qipao was the body of Puppet People.

And the essence of Puppet People was a fierce ghost.

In other words, Ye Zhen’s attack this time managed to suppress both the red qipao and the Puppet People, two fierce ghosts.

Even Yang Jian, with the Coffin Nail in his hand, could not pierce the red qipao and Puppet People before. Although the characteristics of supernatural items differ, it is enough to prove how difficult it is to harm Sister Hong.

“Have the young people of today come so far down the path of exploring supernatural power? In a certain sense, you’ve surpassed that Yang Jian.”

Blood flowed from Sister Hong’s shoulder. Clearly, it was the body of the Puppet People splitting open, but thick blood still flowed from the opening. She quickly collected herself and examined the person in front of her once more.

She had thought Ghost Eye Yang Jian was already the leader of the new generation of ghost tamers.

Unexpectedly, someone even more outstanding appeared.

“So, you have already faced Yang Wudi? That’s great, but I, Ye, am always honest. In a one-on-one scenario, I have lost to him before.” Ye Zhen was unusually serious at this moment.

Because the speed at which this red qipao woman’s body was cracking was too slow, too slow.

Moreover, the sword in his hand was also being resisted by a supernatural force, gradually bending and deforming.

This indicated that he couldn’t easily tear the person in front of him in half, and if he continued to fight, the outcome would not be good.

“You only lost to that Coffin Nail; without it, he’s not a match for you.”

Sister Hong said, “Perhaps, you’re more suited to manage this Ghost Post Office. You are more exceptional than he is.”

“Nonsense, losing is losing. Although I, Ye, am destined to be the strongest, what path to invincibility has no opponents? Only by defeating all the heroes in the world is the title of ‘strongest’ truly deserved. You dirty trickster, what right do you have to comment on Yang Wudi?”

“You say he’s not good enough? Then what does it say about me losing to him? Such an insult, today we shall decide who’s superior and settle this once and for all.”

Ye Zhen said very angrily.

“…” Sister Hong felt that the person in front of her was a real oddity.

His way of thinking was hard to digest.

“Young people’s impulsiveness isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but I’m not as easy to deal with as you think. Besides, I’m not your enemy.” Sister Hong still had a smile on her face as she slowly backed away, more blood flowing from her body.

The blood didn’t directly drip to the ground but slid down slowly from mid-air as if it were on glass.

As the blood stained the surroundings, the outline of a door emerged.

The door appeared behind Sister Hong, dripping with blood, connecting to some unknown and eerie place.

“Creak!”

The door behind her opened.

It was a red room, all the furniture inside was red, like a lady’s boudoir but filled with an inexplicable danger.

“Crack! Crack!”

Sister Hong’s whole body quickly cracked, the fissures growing larger, as if losing some kind of supernatural resistance, her body finally shattered easily in front of Ye Zhen, turning into fragments scattered on the ground.

A head placed among the pieces, seemingly smiling at Ye Zhen.

Then everything completely shattered, turning into fragments in the bloody mess.

“What is this?” Ye Zhen watched as all this happened, feeling somewhat puzzled.

However, he suddenly saw a person standing abruptly inside the blood-stained door, wearing a red qipao and red high heels, much like the previous Sister Hong, yet not entirely the same.

“No matter how many times I die, I always return to this place.”

In the blood-stained room, Sister Hong sighed, as if lamenting her fate and telling Ye Zhen that all efforts were futile; nothing mattered anymore.

After speaking, Sister Hong slowly walked out of the room again.

The tear on the qipao on her body had repaired itself.

She seemed to have returned to the state she was in when she first met Ye Zhen; the only difference was that her appearance had inexplicably changed compared to before, becoming increasingly unfamiliar and less and less like Leuk Qingqing.

She was practically a different person now.

“Even if I can’t kill you, I, Ye, must cut off your head and take it back.” Ye Zhen was very persistent, seemingly at odds with Sister Hong.

Without a word, he tried to rush through the door into that eerie red room.

But soon.

Ye Zhen passed right through; he couldn’t touch the door or enter the room. To him, this door, this room, didn’t even exist. He could only see it but couldn’t interact with it.

The Sister Hong inside the room shook her head slightly. She had no interest in tangling with this person, as it was pointless. Her puzzle was not yet complete, unable to kill Ye Zhen and, of course, unable to be killed by him.

So she walked over and closed the door of the room.

Once the door was shut, it started to blur and gradually disappeared before his eyes.

“Don’t go, ghost, don’t go, come out and fight me,” Ye Zhen shouted, not wanting to let Sister Hong off and intending to continue the fight.

But the door still disappeared.

Sister Hong didn’t want to continue the conflict with Ye Zhen; she had more important matters upon awakening than fighting with the young one here.

Moreover.

If the fight dragged on and Yang Jian got involved, and those two teamed up, she might truly vanish from this world.

“Damn it.” Ye Zhen gritted his teeth, trying to find the door, but it was futile.

It was a Supernatural Space, needing special people and media to enter it; others had no way of finding or entering it.

Unable to eliminate Sister Hong,

Ye Zhen had to vent his frustration elsewhere. He stared at the fifth floor of the post office, hearing an eerie song floating from there, deciding to continue seeking the source, perhaps finding a more significant opponent.

He continued forward, pursuing the supernatural phenomena.

At this moment.

Yang Jian had just stabilized the situation on the ground floor.

The shadows of five fierce ghosts swayed on the first floor; ghosts roamed everywhere, wandering, with the walls and floor shrouded in a layer of black shadow.

The second shadow remained still, its activity halted because of the Coffin Nail, which was why Yang Jian, Wang Yong, Li Yang, and others remained safe.

“Will the supernatural assault brought by the black letter continue?” Yang Jian frowned, a bit uncertain.

Many dangers have occurred from a moment ago until now.

Ghosts have emerged one after another, and even the main door of the post office has been damaged. Under normal circumstances, the messenger on the fifth floor would have been wiped out by now. However, fortunately, the appearance of him and Ye Zhen broke this curse, allowing everyone else to survive with only one messenger dying.

The situation seems to be improving.

Or perhaps, some kind of curse is beginning to manifest.

Sun Rui, who was in a deep sleep, slowly opened his eyes. He had awoken, and the state of ghost revival was being suppressed. This suppression came from the black letter and the entirety of the Ghost Post Office.

Even though he hasn’t completely become an administrator yet,

Sun Rui was already transitioning to the identity of an administrator. The greatest advantage of becoming the post office manager is to never worry about a ghost revival, but the premise is not to leave the post office.

“Am I awake? Or am I dreaming again?” Sun Rui said somewhat uncertainly.

He looked around.

In the dim post office, his vision was not very good, but he still recognized Yang Jian not far away.

“It seems that what Sister Hong said is true. After becoming an administrator, the ghost revival situation disappears, and you turn into an anomaly. I thought you would only wake up after this matter was over, but I didn’t expect you to regain consciousness so soon.” Yang Jian nodded slightly.

His Ghost Shadow could be retracted now.

No need to continue balancing the ghost inside Sun Rui’s body.

“So, this isn’t a dream? Yang, you really did it. That black letter, the opportunity to become an administrator… So now it’s resisting the supernatural attack after tearing the black letter?” Sun Rui quickly understood the situation here.

“Isn’t this matter over yet?”

He quickly became vigilant, paying attention to the supernatural phenomena around him.

He saw a strange long spear standing in the middle of the hall, with a pair of dead feet nailed underneath, as well as a person’s shadow.

Besides, several black shadows were wandering around. The shadow seemed very dangerous, making people wary, but it didn’t kill anyone.

“The matter may not be over yet, but it’s probably coming to an end. Enough ghosts have been dealt with.” Yang Jian said.

Sun Rui nodded slightly, however, as he continued to observe, he suddenly noticed a staircase appearing on the wall of the hall that had never appeared before, with a blurry person at the entrance waving him over.

Signaling him to come.

“Huh?”

His face changed slightly, staring intently at that place.

“Did you discover something?” Yang Jian followed Sun Rui’s gaze but saw nothing there.

“A staircase, with a blurry person calling me over at the entrance.” Sun Rui said directly.

Yang Jian fell into a deep thought.

Wang Yong on the side said, “That might be the road to the sixth floor of the post office. Only Sun Rui can see it; we can’t see it. I think his awakening at this time is not a coincidence, but the time has come. If I’m not mistaken, he should now go to the sixth floor along that path and become the post office administrator.”

Wang Yong was an Old Messenger and knew a lot of information.

He had also seen people leave the post office before. When a messenger delivered three letters, a special road would appear, visible only to the messenger.

“So, should I follow that person over?” Sun Rui limped forward a few steps, finally stopping in front of the wall, and then glanced back at Yang Jian.

“Yang, what do you think? Could it be a trap?”

“It might be the road to the so-called sixth floor of the post office, and there is indeed a possibility of a trap.” Yang Jian said, “However, while there is danger, the likelihood of a trap is not high.”

He peered with his ghost eyes but couldn’t see the road.

If it were a ghost, Yang Jian would definitely be able to see it.

And since he couldn’t see it, it was likely a supernatural phenomenon set by the post office itself.

“I understand, I’ll go and have a look.”

Sun Rui said, “Doing nothing might not be very good. Becoming an administrator earlier can also end the supernatural phenomenon here sooner.”

Yang Jian didn’t speak, just nodded, then looked at Wang Yong.

Wang Yong also didn’t refuse and tossed the iron shovel he held to him: “Take this just in case.”

“Thank you.” Sun Rui didn’t refuse, as it wasn’t the time to be pretentious.

He took it and immediately limped forward.

In his sight, the blurry figure at the entrance gesturing him over first turned and walked towards the stairs, seemingly implying for Sun Rui to follow.

Although Sun Rui’s legs were inconvenient, his movements were not slow, and he quickly caught up.

“Disappeared…,” Zhou Ze’s eyes moved slightly.

He saw Sun Rui ignore the wall in front of him and walked directly into it, disappearing before his eyes.

“So, have we succeeded?” Wang Yong said, carrying a hint of inquiry.

Yang Jian said, “Not considered a success yet. If the administrator is on the post office’s sixth floor, then with the post office lacking an administrator, it’s unclear if there will be ghosts on the sixth floor. We need to wait. Once Sun Rui comes back, everything will be clear. Before that, everyone should ensure their own safety.”

After saying that, he looked at the pale female corpse with black letter papers stuck to it.

“I need to go back to the fifth floor once; now that the post office is dark, it’s an opportunity. I want to retrieve the last puzzle piece from room 501 to see what this female corpse is about. Now that Sun Rui isn’t here, there’s no need to guard here.”

Once Yang Jian finished speaking, he grabbed the female corpse and proceeded upstairs.

“Captain, aren’t you taking your supernatural weapon?” Li Yang asked.

“It’s pinned two ghosts down, can’t move it recklessly, better leave it here.” Yang Jian said.

He wasn’t worried about this thing being stolen or snatched because his supernatural weapons carried strong curses, and those who didn’t understand might accidentally get themselves killed.

Seeing this, Li Yang immediately painted over the bloody door on the wall and then removed the doorknob, quickly following him.

“Should we go and have a look too?” Zhong Yan asked nervously.

“There are four ghost shadows wandering in the first-floor lobby, not suitable to stay here. Going to the fifth floor might not be the right choice, but it’s better than staying here, and this Yang Jian seems to have gathered enough of the corpse puzzle, wanting to understand this secret, I think we should take a look.”

Zhou Ze said.

Wang Yong didn’t say much, and the group quickly followed.

“Where did Ye Zhen go? I haven’t heard any movement from him.” At this moment, Yang Jian was climbing the stairs while observing the abnormalities around.

He found everything to be quiet.

This was not like Ye Zhen’s style; he had gone up to the fifth floor beforehand, and if there were ghosts, it should be the ghost confronting them right now.

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