Mysterious Revival

Very quickly.

Everyone on the fourth floor had completely left, and once again, the place returned to a deathly silence.

Before Yang Jian left the post office, he saw Sun Rui.

Sun Rui was still alive, sitting there keeping watch through the night. Beside him, an oil lamp was lit, casting a dim yellowish glow, while a red candle nearby had burned down about halfway. Clearly, he had also encountered danger last night.

“Last night sure was risky. I spent almost the whole night listening to opera. Someone was singing outside the post office—it was terrifying.”

He looked at Yang Jian and recounted an unusual supernatural event from the previous night.

Yang Jian said, “I heard it too. Besides that, I was attacked by other vengeful spirits on the fourth floor. That Door-Opening Ghost from before even showed up again. But are you sure the thing singing opera was a vengeful spirit outside the post office?”

“It must be. At least, the sound wasn’t coming from inside the post office. I even saw some eerie figures outside the main gate, something resembling a… woman,” Sun Rui said.

“Looks like there are ghosts near the post office as well.” Yang Jian frowned slightly.

Sun Rui replied, “I think so too. If this continues, the outside will inevitably be affected. I fear the city I oversee, Dahan City, might be in danger. Yang Team, you need to move faster.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll deliver the letters within ten days and then head to the fifth floor. Once I reach the fifth floor, I won’t be taking any more delivery tasks. Even if I have a letter, I’ll destroy it. As for you, you won’t need to guard this place anymore.”

Yang Jian made a promise, speaking with utmost seriousness.

Once he reached the fifth floor, it would be a life-or-death battle between him and the Ghost Post Office.

Either he would destroy or control the Ghost Post Office, or he would be killed by the vengeful spirits within it.

“Ten days? I think I can hold out. I’ll wait for your good news then,” Sun Rui nodded, forcing a smile.

Holding out for another ten days shouldn’t be too difficult.

He still had his oil lamp and ghost candle, giving him a bit of confidence.

“So it’s settled. I’m leaving now.”

Yang Jian didn’t say much, and immediately opened the Ghost Post Office door to leave.

Although Sun Rui was risking great danger by eliminating newcomers to the post office, Yang Jian’s task was no less perilous. Each letter represented a hazardous supernatural event, and by involving himself, he was also taking on considerable risk. But he had no choice; in order to uncover the secrets of ghost resurrection and learn about events from the Republic of China period, he had to pursue this path.

Leaving the Ghost Post Office.

Walking down a strange little path, Yang Jian initially traveled side by side with Li Yang, but they gradually grew apart. The road split into diverging paths, cleverly and eerily separating the two of them, leaving them walking alone without realizing it.

By the time the surrounding area featured some buildings, Yang Jian found himself back in Dachang City again, returning to the alley where he had gotten out of the car yesterday.

Turning around, there was no sign of the bizarre path leading back to the post office.

Behind him was a dead-end alley. Everything appeared normal again.

“Three days from now at nine o’clock, Chang’an Intersection.” Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, having already memorized the information in his mind.

Li Yang, fearing any mistakes, even took a photo with his phone.

So there was no worry about errors.

“This delivery mission is quite complicated; it might involve the supernatural bus and… the Ghost Cabinet task.”

Yang Jian suspected the old mansion listed as the delivery location was most likely tied to the Ghost Cabinet’s directive, as well as the backdrop of the ghost-painting woman, leading him to that decrepit, wooden old manor.

Supernatural phenomena interlinked, weaving together.

It seemed that every piece of information pointed in the same direction. No matter how you traced a clue, the end result was always the same.

Be it the Ghost Post Office, the ghost painting, the Ghost Cabinet, or even the supernatural bus, they would lead to the same answer.

“Interesting.”

Yang Jian chuckled slightly, slung Wang Shan’s corpse over his shoulder, and vanished into thin air.

He felt a peculiar sense of excitement.

Because the long-pursued mysteries were finally starting to take shape. Unfortunately, Yang Jian had been unlucky, circling around and wasting some time. However, without experiencing these detours, how could he have gained such a deep understanding of the interconnectedness of these supernatural events?

Currently, it was not yet seven o’clock.

Yang Jian first handled Wang Shan’s corpse, placing the ghost-infected body into the Gold Box, sealing it off, and sending it to the safehouse. Then, he found Huang Ziya, who was on duty at the company, and borrowed the necklace bearing the Deceiving Ghost from her.

His body was recovering.

The wound on his forehead, which nearly pierced through his torso, quickly healed; his icy body began to regain some warmth, and his heart resumed beating.

Yang Jian’s body had been restored.

Using supernatural power, his physical state returned to that of a normal person—healthier, even, than an average individual.

But all of this was temporary. As long as his body housed the Ghost Shadow, the Ghost Eye, and the Ghost Hand, supernatural powers would continuously invade his living form, turning his healthy body back into a cold corpse.

So this recovery was only temporary.

Yang Jian did this purely to prepare himself for the next red letter.

“As expected, this thing works best.”

He glanced at the crystal that had already turned half-black in his hand. The Ghost Eye on his forehead tore open the healed skin once again and opened wide, emitting a glimmering red light.

The blackened crystal was suppressed once more, the ghost within held captive and unable to escape, avoiding revival or loss of control.

“Keep working; I’ll head back briefly.” Yang Jian tossed the crystal necklace to Huang Ziya.

“Captain, where did you go? You came back reeking of corpses, and your body’s falling apart,”

Huang Ziya asked, astonished, after taking the necklace.

Yang Jian replied, “You already know. I had a confrontation with some ghosts, and this is as good as it gets. Just focus on your own work. This is my personal matter—you don’t need to worry. Also, stay sharp for the next few days. Something might happen… no, on second thought, I’ll convene a team meeting later and explain everything during the meeting.”

He activated the Ghost Domain and vanished once more.

In the Ghost Post Office, he had barely used his Ghost Eye powers, even refraining from utilizing the Ghost Domain.

It wasn’t that he didn’t dare use them but feared the clash between the Ghost Domain and the post office might cause unpredictable events to unfold.

Yet outside the post office, he was free from such constraints.

Yang Jian returned to his home at Guanjiang Residential Complex. Taking advantage of the free time, he washed away the nauseating smell of corpses and discarded his filthy clothes, transforming his appearance back to normal. Then, he began to strategize and prepare for the upcoming delivery mission.

“Should I bring along the Ghost Child for this mission?”

Quickly.

That idea was dismissed.

If the mission indeed involved the supernatural bus, the Ghost Child would occupy a seat, and more seats meant additional risk. Thus, it wasn’t suitable to bring the Ghost Child out this time.

Although the Ghost Child would stay behind.

Yang Jian decided to bring the ghost doll instead.

The ghost doll obtained from the Ferocious Ghost District in Dachuan City could transfer a ghost attack under certain conditions. He hadn’t brought it to the Ghost Post Office before, fearing it might lose control.

Essentially, the ghost doll was just another ghost. However, as long as the doll’s killing rules weren’t activated, it posed no abnormal behavior.

Of course, the red Ghost Candle also needed to be prepared.

“Three days from now at night; there’s no rush right now.” Yang Jian thought silently to himself.

Then.

He left his residence, planning to check on Li Yang and warn him about the supernatural bus.

Concerning information about the supernatural bus, Yang Jian hadn’t even reported it to headquarters but chose to keep it hidden. It was nearly impossible for others to find out.

Leaving his home.

Yang Jian didn’t activate the Ghost Domain; he walked to Li Yang’s residence instead.

The place wasn’t far—it was located in the row of villas behind his own.

“Yang Team.” Someone called out to him on the way.

Yang Jian looked over and noticed that Xiong Wenwen’s mother, Chen Shumei, was sweeping leaves in her villa’s front yard. Since he was passing by, he greeted her.

“Hello, Aunt Chen.” He nodded slightly.

Chen Shumei asked, “Where are you headed, Yang Team? Been busy lately?”

“Just dealing with work-related matters.” Yang Jian replied.

Chen Shumei smiled, “Yang Team, you really are a busy man. By the way, have you had breakfast yet? Would you like to eat something at my place? I noticed Zhang Liqin had already left for work—I doubt she knows you came back this morning.”

“Oh, you noticed I wasn’t home last night?” Yang Jian asked, slightly surprised.

“I noticed your room’s light wasn’t on last night. Living so close, I pay attention to such details.” Chen Shumei replied.

Yang Jian thought for a moment—it seemed he’d need to start leaving his room light on to make it seem like he was home. Otherwise, the fact he wasn’t around would immediately spread.

“Thanks, but I won’t have breakfast. I’m just heading over to discuss something with Li Yang.”

Chen Shumei added, “Then come have lunch; I’ll go buy a few ingredients.”

Yang Jian wanted to decline.

His belief was that ghost tamers should maintain some distance from ordinary people to avoid harming them.

“Wenwen has some matters as well. Rarely do we get an opportunity like this. If it doesn’t interfere with your plans, let’s agree on this.” Chen Shumei was very enthusiastic, inviting Yang Jian over as a guest.

“Alright, I’ll come by later.” Yang Jian didn’t continue to refuse upon seeing her insistence.

He quickly left and arrived at Li Yang’s villa, which was not far away.

“Mom, I don’t have any issues to discuss with Xiao Yang. Why are you inviting him to lunch? When he came back late from his trip last time, he interrupted my gaming.”

Xiong Wenwen walked out after hearing the noise. He glanced at Yang Jian, who had walked far off, and said.

Chen Shumei dropped her gentle and friendly demeanor and glared, “What do you know about human decency, you brat? Yang Team has helped us so much—you need to invite him for a few meals to show your gratitude! Now get back to sweeping the yard while I go buy groceries.”

With that, she shoved the broom into Xiong Wenwen’s hands.

Xiong Wenwen pouted unhappily, but reluctantly got to work.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com