Mysterious Revival

A dim world, a gloomy old mansion, and a dense old forest.

Yang Jian broke the boundary between reality and the supernatural realm, arriving once again at a place that only the ghost bus could reach.

This is where Zhang Dong was buried.

However, this time he did not enter the ancient house but skirted around the dangerous building, heading into the depths of the dense forest along a winding path.

A cold, eerie wind blew by, rustling the nearby old trees.

Unlike last time, there were no ghosts obstructing Yang Jian this time, nor did he need to see off a funeral procession, so the journey was quite safe. Moreover, Yang Jian now didn’t have to worry even if he encountered a fierce ghost, as he could handle the dangers here.

“Here we are.”

Soon, Yang Jian arrived in the middle of an old forest.

This is a clearing that had been deliberately cleared out.

There were six old graves on the clearing, no, seven.

Yang Jian saw a recently built grave, with a black and white portrait on the tombstone in front, of the elderly pharmacist he had seen earlier, and below the photo were the words.

The Tomb of Zhang Bohua.

“So the pharmacist’s name was Zhang Bohua.” It was only now that Yang Jian learned the old man’s name.

But he understood as well.

In the supernatural realm, real names are generally not disclosed willingly, as many supernatural beings could use names as a medium to target a person.

“This grave may have been newly built, but judging by the look of it, at least one or two months have passed. Yet just a few days ago, I still saw this old man in the pharmacy, meaning this grave doesn’t contain Zhang Bohua but probably his remains.”

Yang Jian recalled that the elderly pharmacist now only had a head, and his body was missing; it seemed like it was buried here.

Then his gaze swept over the other graves, pondering some questions.

For instance, Li Qingzhi’s grave had existed for a long time, but his body was at the Caesar Hotel. In that case, what was buried in the grave?

Also, the first manager of the Ghost Post Office, Luo Wensong, upon his death, his ghost revived, and his body was now locked in a gold box by Yang Jian, which was stored in Safe House Number One at the Guanjiang Residential Complex.

The same with Meng Xiaodong’s grave.

Last year, Meng Xiaodong was still alive when the grave was set up.

“Maybe, what’s buried here isn’t just bodies but experiences.”

This thought crossed Yang Jian’s mind.

Then he used the supernatural power of the Blood Lake to retrieve a black coffin.

Inside the black coffin was Meng Xiaodong after having his ghost revive.

Yang Jian used the deception ghost’s power to procure a shovel and started digging next to Meng Xiaodong’s grave.

In no time, he had dug a large pit.

Yang Jian buried the black coffin, placing an oil painting on top as a burial gift, then covered it back with dirt.

“Meng Xiaodong wanted to return here to see Zhang Dong even in death.”

At this moment, Yang Jian suddenly understood why he encountered Meng Xiaodong when delivering mail at the ancient house.

Clearly, the real Meng Xiaodong had died in Room 301, yet strangely showed up at the ancient house, almost wiping them all out.

Now Yang Jian understood, surely Meng Xiaodong had already made arrangements before dying. Through the means of infinite invasion, he had another version of himself attend Zhang Dong’s funeral, knowing he wouldn’t hold out until then.

So, back then, Yang Jian had encountered Meng Xiaodong who had turned into a fierce ghost.

It seemed coincidental, but in reality, everything was arranged beforehand.

After burying Meng Xiaodong, Yang Jian intended to leave; he didn’t want to linger, as Zhang Dong was in the nearby ancient house, and he didn’t want to be targeted by such a fearsome ghost.

Just as he was about to break the barrier between reality and the supernatural to return to reality.

His peripheral vision caught sight of a piece of extinguished stub incense stuck in front of an old grave.

It wasn’t ordinary incense; it was Soul Summoning Incense, a mystical item that only a Soul Summoner from Taiping Ancient Town could create, capable of calling someone’s soul back when lit.

“I remember Sister Hong once mentioned that my level was too low and knowing too much was useless, advising me to come back here and light an incense when I reached their level to awaken someone here.” Yang Jian suddenly recalled this agreement.

Sister Hong thought it would take Yang Jian two to three more years to reach that level.

Yet, it had only been half a year, and he had already succeeded.

Perhaps that agreement could be fulfilled earlier.

“Should I try lighting it?” Yang Jian’s eyes flickered, hesitating as he looked at the stub of incense.

He had encountered several living ghost controllers from the Republic era, like the elderly apothecary Zhang Bohua, the Sexton Luo Qian summoned by a spirit, and Zhang Youhong who ignited the soul incense, even making contact with Zhang Dong through the eerie Taishi Chair within the ancient house…

The only two he hadn’t seen were Meng Xiaodong and Luo Wensong.

And this stub incense coincidentally was planted in front of Luo Wensong’s grave.

Thus, the soul summoned by this stub of incense should be Luo Wensong.

As for why it was arranged this way, Yang Jian didn’t know, but maybe lighting that incense would clarify things for him.

But Yang Jian still hesitated.

It wasn’t because of any danger, but because he felt that all of this was meaningless.

The supernatural era had already arrived, and all the top figures from the Republic era were buried. Even if their souls returned briefly, what difference would it make?

Yet, those old figures from the Republic era had made arrangements so early on; could there be an influence from Old Qin in all this?

When Old Qin was alive, he could communicate with his future self.

So if Old Qin wanted to leave behind important clues and information, it would be very easy for him.

“Light it up and take a look, otherwise it will always linger in my mind,” Yang Jian finally made a choice. He didn’t rush to leave but instead turned and walked toward Luo Wensong’s grave.

Luo Wensong’s grave had stood here for years, and even the portrait on it was of him in his middle age.

He lit the half-burnt incense in front of the grave.

As a strange smoke drifted, Yang Jian sensed that a human figure was rapidly taking shape within the smoke, and at the same time, an unsettling supernatural aura began to spread around.

Yang Jian stepped back a little, not wanting to be shrouded in the smoke, while also guarding against the summoned Luo Wensong.

He had previously experienced a false encounter in Baishui Town, giving him a rough understanding of this terrifying Luo Wensong.

A body full of deadly supernatural curses, and these inevitable supernatural curses could be stacked. Once he made a move, it was lethal, giving no time to react.

So being cautious was necessary.

After all, Yang Jian didn’t know what kind of person the living Luo Wensong really was; he could only infer a rough idea from Luo Wensong’s actions and arrangements after his death.

The smoke grew thicker and thicker until everything was obscured.

The Soul Summoning Incense was now at its peak.

A soul that had long since died was now guided back and appeared once again.

“Cough, cough.”

A faint cough sounded; the person in the smoke seemed to have been choked a bit.

Then, a somewhat elderly man unhurriedly walked out from within the smoke.

This man appeared to be around fifty, not old but covered in corpse spots, his whole presence icy and eerie, with squinted eyes that gave the feeling of being watched by a venomous snake, making one’s heart inexplicably shudder.

Just one glance made Yang Jian understand that this Luo Wensong was no kind soul, most likely a sinister and ruthless guy.

Indeed.

The earlier assumptions were unreliable.

Perhaps in reality, Luo Wensong, the manager of the Ghost Post Office, had made many sacrifices for his descendants before his death, but the Luo Wensong appearing now was not from his old age but from his prime years.

This period of Luo Wensong was at the peak of both his mind and strength.

While Yang Jian was extremely cautious, Luo Wensong squinted and smiled: “Young man, don’t be nervous. I’m not a ghost, just a soul temporarily revived by this incense, no threat.”

“The manager of the Ghost Post Office, Luo Wensong. There’s no issue with addressing you like this, right?” Yang Jian said with a calm gaze.

“I see, so you knew all along. It seems you deliberately lit the Soul Summoning Incense to summon me,” Luo Wensong understood everything immediately, yet still kept a smiling demeanor.

Yang Jian replied, “You could say that.”

At this moment, Luo Wensong surveyed his surroundings. He saw several old graves nearby and the newly buried Meng Xiaodong. Finally, when he saw the grave of the apothecary elder Zhang Bohua, a glint flashed in his eyes.

At last, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Yang Jian again, but the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

“Our era has completely ended. Since that’s the case, let me weigh you and see if you have what it takes to withstand this new era.”

As Luo Wensong’s words fell, he suddenly made his move.

The surrounding light dimmed at an unimaginable speed, and at the same time, a creaking noise sounded around Yang Jian, as if invisible doors appeared near him.

At this moment, all the doors opened simultaneously.

Countless inevitable supernatural curses erupted; this was far from a simple probe but Luo Wensong’s all-out attack.

It was aimed at killing Yang Jian.

“Luo Wensong, you underestimate me. With you, want to weigh me? Call Zhang Dong; that might be closer.”

Yang Jian’s cold voice resonated in the darkness.

The next moment.

The surrounding darkness was suddenly dispelled, and large patches of Ghost Flame appeared out of nowhere, burning ferociously with the supernatural as fuel. With the burning Ghost Flame, a Blood Lake appeared inexplicably at Yang Jian’s feet.

The Blood Lake spread, attempting to engulf everything around. The doors appearing on the ground were forcibly filled up.

Yet even so, half of the darkness still shrouded Yang Jian’s face, and some doors that weren’t filled remained open.

The terrifying inevitable supernatural curses still formed.

However, Yang Jian did not die. Instead, his Ghost Eye opened, accompanied by a red glow, and he suddenly appeared before Luo Wensong.

A cold Ghost Hand had already clenched around his throat.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com