Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian knew the situation in the Ghost Post Office after the lights went out at six o’clock.

He had experienced the dangers after the lights went out before, during which he was attacked by malevolent ghosts inside the post office. However, he managed to fend them off with his own abilities at the time.

Still, while the post office after dark is treacherous, the likelihood of encountering paranormal threats diminishes considerably if one stays inside a room.

At this moment, room 402 on the fourth floor was crowded with people: Yang Jian, Li Yang, Yang Xiaohua, Wang Shan, along with Old Eagle and Leuk Qingqing.

Altogether, there were six people.

This number already exceeded the standard capacity for one room.

According to previous speculation, the more people in a room, the higher the probability of encountering supernatural events after the lights go out.

The Ghost Post Office seemed intent on balancing the number of people in each room, preventing all couriers from huddling in one place.

“The fourth floor is fundamentally different from the lower floors. Tonight, there will definitely be ghosts outside the door, and they will be exceptionally aggressive. The room can no longer be considered a safe place. If targeted, the ghost will invade the room without hesitation and kill everyone inside.”

“Our only option is to use every method we can to isolate the supernatural forces outside, preventing them from entering.”

Old Eagle spoke with a serious tone.

Because this was a matter of life and death. As a courier, he had fought his way here alive to the fourth floor, witnessing too many horrors along the way. This night was particularly unique.

No escape routes. No gambling on luck. Only a direct confrontation with the terror ahead.

Man versus ghost—the odds were easy to imagine.

The lights went out.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

From the silent, pitch-black corridor came a deep, resounding noise. The sound was peculiar, seemingly not the result of knocking but rather akin to someone repeatedly banging their head against the wall.

Heavy and abrupt.

The source of the sound was easy to identify—it came from somewhere close to this room.

If the assessment was correct, it originated from the room without a door nearby.

“What’s that sound?” Wang Shan immediately tensed up.

He was a courier from the first floor—a thoroughly ordinary person. Having scrambled his way to the fourth floor, he possessed no means to combat the supernatural. If anything went wrong, he’d be the first to die, followed closely by Yang Xiaohua.

“It’s a ghost,” Old Eagle answered decisively.

“It’s the ghost that spent an entire night banging on the door of Room 404. By the next day, the door had been smashed apart, and all the couriers residing in that room were dead. My friend, Zhu Lei, disappeared mysteriously in Room 404 during that incident.”

“But now the thing isn’t banging on a door; it’s smashing the wall…” Li Yang frowned. “Could the ghost actually break through the wall?”

“I don’t know. In any case, that room has become a cursed space. No one can go in there—whoever does will die. However, I’m not worried about whether the ghost can break through the post office walls. I’m more concerned that the ghost might leave the room and wander out,” Old Eagle said.

“If it locks onto the door of another room, the consequences will be unimaginable.”

“We can’t be that unlucky,” Yang Xiaohua murmured.

“If it weren’t for the courier assignment, I wouldn’t have come to this post office. In the past, encountering paranormal events meant I could flee here to escape attacks. Now, this place has become the most terrifying site for supernatural activity,” Old Eagle explained, though his demeanor remained calm despite the gravity of the situation.

He showed no panic and was still alert to his surroundings.

There was a reason he had survived to become a fourth-floor courier.

“Tonight’s blackout period has just started, and the malevolent ghost has already begun acting. Based on previous patterns, ghosts usually don’t start moving until at least ten o’clock. Do you understand what this implies, Yang Jian?” Leuk Qingqing walked over gracefully in high heels.

“These twelve hours are incredibly perilous for us. There’s no guarantee we’ll make it to tomorrow at six o’clock.”

Yang Jian replied, “What are you trying to say?”

“I know you don’t trust me. Back in Dachuan City during the courier assignment, I did hide some truths from you. But that’s not the point. The point is that tonight, we must unite and cooperate to survive.” Leuk Qingqing looked at the fractured spear in Yang Jian’s hand as she spoke.

“If I’m not mistaken, you were just planning to attack me, weren’t you?”

Yang Jian squinted his eyes. “Your intuition is sharp. A moment ago, I almost couldn’t resist taking your head off.”

He didn’t deny it—he openly admitted it.

His words shocked Old Eagle, who was watching him intently.

Even Wang Shan and Yang Xiaohua froze.

Just now, Yang Jian had been silent, yet he had been entertaining such deadly thoughts.

“Why? There hasn’t been any conflict between us and Leuk Qingqing, has there? Didn’t she help you back in Dachuan City?” Yang Xiaohua asked, puzzled.

“Uncertain variables should be eliminated. In our line of work, unexpected incidents are impermissible because surprises mean death. Leuk Qingqing’s qipao is a paranormal item. Additionally, the Puppet People from Room 301 in Dachuan City are likely with her as well.”

“Quietly controlling two ghosts and becoming a fourth-floor courier—she has the potential to ascend to the fifth floor. I also need to head to the fifth floor. This could cause conflict with her in the future, and eliminating her now is the safest option.”

Yang Jian explained bluntly to Leuk Qingqing’s face, without any intention of avoiding the subject.

He was no longer an ordinary person and had the confidence to speak his mind.

“From your perspective, your reasoning is indeed correct.”

Leuk Qingqing didn’t refute. “But I pose no threat to you. This qipao was something I stripped from a corpse during a courier assignment. Ever since, it has deeply influenced me. Room 301 was just an accident.”

She rolled up the red sleeves of her dress as she spoke.

Beneath the sleeves was not flesh but wooden textures—a wooden arm. Only her hands were made of living tissue.

The eerie combination seemed unnatural, yet it didn’t impede Leuk Qingqing in the slightest.

Witnessing this, Wang Shan and Old Eagle instinctively gasped, stepping away from her.

Leuk Qingqing’s body had clearly ceased to be human, infested entirely by ghostly influence.

No wonder Yang Jian contemplated killing her.

Having such a person nearby undoubtedly instilled a chilling sense of dread.

However, Li Yang seemed indifferent. To him, it wasn’t unusual; that’s just how ghost controllers were. Leuk Qingqing’s situation was mild compared to someone like Feng Quan or Xiong Wenwen—both had already lost their physical forms entirely, relying only on ghostly objects to form human shapes.

Yang Jian’s unease wasn’t about Leuk Qingqing’s body but about her mysterious background.

“Captain, I don’t think now is the time to target Leuk Qingqing. I suggest dealing with tonight’s ordeal first,” Li Yang advised, making a case for prioritization.

This wasn’t persuasion so much as his observation that Yang Jian hadn’t fully resolved to eliminate Leuk Qingqing.

If Yang Jian were truly determined, he would have acted earlier. He wouldn’t have waited until now.

“The ghost from Room 301 is still active…” Yang Jian’s hesitation stemmed from the terrifying ghost in Dachuan City.

The Qipao, the Puppet People infesting Leuk Qingqing’s body—everything connected back to that sinister ghost. If Yang Jian acted, wouldn’t he risk provoking the ghost to invade here too?

“Your situation will be put aside for now. Until this courier assignment is completed, I won’t attack you. But I also expect you to keep your schemes in check. Don’t test my limits.”

Yang Jian decided against crossing paths with other ghosts at this critical juncture, opting for a stern warning instead.

“You’re overthinking. What motives could I possibly have?” Leuk Qingqing replied with a calm expression.

The confrontation temporarily subsided.

The group reached a fleeting consensus:

Figure out how to survive the night.

Outside, the faint thudding of something banging against the wall continued, intensifying steadily. The sound grew louder and heavier.

At this moment, it was only 6:30 PM.

It meant the long, Black Night was just beginning.

“This sound is starting to feel very off—like it’s coming from right next door,” Yang Xiaohua said nervously as she swallowed hard, staring at the wall next to the bathroom.

The banging sounded as if it were happening just behind that very wall.

“I feel it too,” Wang Shan said stiffly, nodding.

“Shush. Quiet,” Old Eagle hissed, gesturing for them to shut up.

Both promptly fell silent.

The room lapsed into an uneasy stillness.

Meanwhile, from the pitch-black hallway outside came a sudden burst of footsteps—a peculiar pattern. Someone seemed to pause briefly, then start sprinting, “thud-thud-thud,” only to pause again, as if turning around, before sprinting again.

Someone was running back and forth in the dark hallway.

Every dash seemed to fray the nerves, stringing tension tighter with each movement.

In this setting, at this time, no sane person would run laps outside.

Needless to say, it wasn’t a person… it was a ghost.

“Earlier, I noticed a trail of soil-covered footprints in that area, but I didn’t see anyone,” Yang Jian said coldly. “Turns out, those footprints must belong to whatever is out there. Counting the thing banging against the wall, we have confirmed at least two ghosts.”

“No, it’s three ghosts. That corpse hanging from the lamp in the hallway earlier must also count as one.”

“Three ghosts already active as soon as the blackout—this fourth floor really is sinister.”

Old Eagle hesitated, then said, “As long as they don’t enter rooms, we can manage. Survive the night, deliver the courier assignment, and we’ll have at least six months of safety.”

“How many assignments have you completed?” Yang Jian asked.

“I’ve completed one assignment already, and this is my second delivery,” Old Eagle replied. “But according to the fourth-floor assignment rules, newcomers usually don’t act alongside me, unless under special circumstances.”

“Wait a moment…” Yang Jian suddenly raised his hand, signaling everyone to stop.

“Hmm?”

The group immediately shifted their focus to Yang Jian.

“Bang~! Bang~!”

The door to the room emitted sounds like faint, irregular knocks, as if something were lightly tapping against it.

But it wasn’t the sound of knocking.

Through the crack left from a previous splinter in the wooden door, a shadow seemed to sway faintly from the other side.

“Something’s at the door,” Yang Jian said in a low voice.

“No way.”

Yang Xiaohua quickly covered her mouth, fearing that any noise she made might trigger something disastrous.

“I’ll take a look,” Yang Jian said determinedly, stepping forward toward the door. He crouched down and peered through the crack using his ghost eye.

“This guy is fearless, isn’t he?” Old Eagle’s heart skipped a beat.

To stride directly up to the door and peer outside like that required tremendous nerve and composure.

“Captain, what do you see?” Li Yang whispered.

He couldn’t see anything himself.

The hallway was pitch-black, and even ghost controllers needed specialized abilities to make sense of it.

Through Yang Jian’s ghost eye vision—a crimson hue tinged with spectral clarity—he saw exactly what was out there.

Dangling in mid-air just outside the door were a pair of emaciated, shriveled legs.

It was the same corpse that had hung from the lamp—it had somehow moved outside their door. The feet swayed gently, touching the door intermittently, creating the faint knocking sound they had heard earlier.

The placement of those dangling legs was eerily strategic, perfectly obstructing Yang Jian’s ghost eye vision from scanning further beyond their immediate surroundings.

“The hanging corpse is right outside our door,” Yang Jian said after pulling back his gaze.

“What?”

The group startled, a chill creeping through them.

The corpse had moved?

“Are we being targeted?” Old Eagle exhaled deeply, already bracing himself for the unbearable night ahead.

“And the light in here doesn’t seem quite right either,” Leuk Qingqing remarked, glancing at the ceiling.

The bulb overhead grew dimmer still—not due to faulty wiring but as part of an inexplicable, malevolent change. Shadows now cloaked every corner of the room, and the light could no longer fully illuminate the space.

“Dong! Dong! Dong!”

The banging against the wall near the bathroom escalated violently, almost frantic now.

“It’s true—the thing is banging against the wall behind us,” Li Yang said, rushing to check the bathroom, only to pale at the sight of the protrusion forming on the wall. The tiles nearby had cracked. If this continued, whatever was on the other side of the wall would break through.

“Bang!”

As if that wasn’t enough, the door connecting to the adjacent room slammed shut abruptly and loudly on its own.

The sudden sound made everyone’s heart jump.

“The room isn’t safe either, is it?” Yang Jian glanced at Old Eagle.

“Impossible. I checked this room thoroughly before—it’s safe. Last time, I stayed here, too,” Old Eagle said urgently.

“Last time? So, you have no idea what happened in between then and now?” Yang Jian asked coolly.

“The entrance was dusted with bone ash—no supernatural force should be able to breach it,” Old Eagle replied.

“Should?” Yang Jian shot him a piercing glance. “You trust ‘should’?”

“Whether I trust it or not, it’s the best result available. Is there even another choice in this place?”

Old Eagle realized the problem but still spoke stubbornly.

“Captain, what now? If the room isn’t safe anymore, are we facing them head-on?” Li Yang asked, preparing for combat.

Yang Jian said, “Going head-to-head probably means only I’ll survive by the end. It’s practically a wipeout in disguise. The number of ghosts is increasing, and the most dangerous ghost here hasn’t even appeared yet.”

He was referring to the ghost that haunted the lower floors—the one that killed anyone who opened a door.

Codename: Door-Opening Ghost.

“You mentioned earlier that several people died unexpectedly in different rooms? Were they all killed inside the rooms?” Yang Jian asked again.

“For the most part, yes,” Old Eagle replied.

“Got it,” Yang Jian said.

Without further hesitation, he strode to the door, grabbing the handle and pulling the door wide open.

“Yang Jian, what are you doing?” Leuk Qingqing yelled, trying to stop him.

But it was too late.

The door was opened.

The dimming light in the room seemed to waver like a remnant candle before flaring dimmer still. The surroundings instantly plunged further into shadow.

The darkness outside appeared to encroach upon the room vehemently.

Suspended outside was the half-visible figure of the hanging corpse, shuffling subtly in the air.

The sound of footsteps in the corridor halted briefly, only for them to speed up—thud, thud, thud—heading straight for their location.

“Creaaaak.” Meanwhile, the door to the adjoining room creaked open slightly, revealing a faint hint of something lurking in the shadows, peeking inside.

“Bang!”

The bathroom wall finally cracked under the relentless banging—the sound of bricks and tiles tumbling down grew audible.

“Anyone who doesn’t want to die, follow me outside,” Yang Jian said coldly, staring at the ghostly remains hanging in midair near the doorway.

It remained a spine-chilling silhouette, its face unseen.

This was undoubtedly a ghost.

But for now, Yang Jian hadn’t triggered its killing pattern. The ghost simply drifted closer without taking action.

Even in the Ghost Post Office, rules dictated a ghost’s activities.

Yang Jian didn’t touch the stiff, straightened legs of the corpse but sidestepped them carefully, entering the hallway.

“What the…?” The others were dumbfounded.

Leaving the temporary safety of the room for the uncertain dangers outside—wasn’t this asking for death?

“I trust him,” Li Yang said without hesitation, stepping forward to follow.

He believed in Yang Jian.

If staying inside the room were truly safer than being outside, any fool could make the right choice.

Was Yang Jian a fool?

Absolutely not.

Thus, there had to be a reason behind his decision.

“Let’s do this,” Yang Xiaohua gritted her teeth, resolved to take the plunge. She followed behind Li Yang, nerves jangling as she carefully avoided the dangling corpse and stepped out of the room.

She prayed that Yang Jian’s judgment wasn’t wrong this time.

If it was, she wouldn’t survive until morning.

Soon, the room contained only Leuk Qingqing, Old Eagle, and Wang Shan.

“What are you waiting for? Shut the door! I don’t want to die!” Old Eagle shouted, his urgency peaking.

The corpse now hovered even closer, half its body already drifting into the room.

The ghost was invading.

“Wait—you need to calm down first,” Leuk Qingqing said, grabbing Old Eagle’s arm to stop him.

Wang Shan hesitated briefly before steeling himself to follow Yang Jian.

He didn’t know what would happen—he only knew he trusted Yang Jian more than Old Eagle or Leuk Qingqing.

“Trust his judgment. Ghost Eye Yang Jian is no ordinary man,” Leuk Qingqing said.

Old Eagle froze, staring at her with a mixture of surprise and indecision as thoughts raced through his mind.

“Damn it—let’s go,” he finally decided.

Abandoning the supposed safety of Room 402, Old Eagle bolted outside.

Leuk Qingqing followed closely behind.

All of them left the room, choosing not to stay inside.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com