Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1021 - 987: The Disappearance of Sun Rui

Yang Jian and Li Yang did not have a letter delivery task this time, which means they did not need to deliver letters during this trip to the Ghost Post Office because their delivery task had not yet arrived.

Thus, the main purpose of this trip was to thoroughly address the issue of the Ghost Post Office itself.

They lit the letter paper.

A twisted, eerie path appeared out of nowhere in a green area of the Guanjiang Residential Complex.

The road to the post office appeared.

This path can only be seen by the messengers; neither ordinary people nor ghost riders can see this road.

Yang Jian and Li Yang have walked this path more than once, and although it looks strange and dangerous, it is actually very safe.

Only messengers can enter the Ghost Post Office, which can also be understood in reverse as ghosts cannot enter the post office.

If you are being watched by a ghost, walking on this path in time can actually help you avoid the attack of fierce ghosts and ensure your safety.

But Yang Jian and Li Yang have not yet enjoyed this little benefit.

At the end of the twisted path, a building from the Republic of China Period loomed faintly, and as the distance closed, the building became increasingly clear, while the scenery behind them had long been replaced by a bizarre dimness.

Yang Jian and Li Yang had already left the Guanjiang Residential Complex and entered the area of the Ghost Post Office.

Five-oh-five.

The two of them once again stood under the flickering neon sign at the front door of the post office.

No matter how many times they come, this building always gives an uncomfortable feeling.

"There are two objectives for this visit: either to completely control the post office or to completely destroy it. As for delivering letters, it's no longer necessary. According to previous information, after delivering the three letters on the fifth floor of the post office, messengers can escape the post office curse and regain freedom to leave this place, but we don't need to."

Yang Jian said very seriously.

This time he was well prepared.

"It's been hard to get to the fifth floor of the post office; I hope there will be a satisfactory result." Li Yang nodded.

"Let's meet up with Sun Rui first."

Yang Jian, without hesitation, pushed the door and entered.

The old wooden floor emitted a musty smell and creaked underfoot, the post office interior dark and oppressive, as there were no windows, only dim lights for illumination. The post office had not yet turned off the lights, so the danger hadn't descended; once the lights go out, fierce ghosts wander in the post office, very dangerous.

There is a large counter in the position of the first-floor lobby.

"Sun Rui is gone." Li Yang's face changed slightly when he saw that no one was behind the counter; the Sun Rui who was originally sitting there had disappeared.

Yang Jian also saw this scene, his expression darkening as he strode over to inspect the situation around the counter.

He saw an inconspicuous oil lamp placed in a corner under the counter.

The oil in the lamp had burned out, indicating that this supernatural object had been completely consumed and was no longer of use. However, he found a small piece of red Ghost Candle in the drawer of the counter.

Although there was not much, at least it proved that the red Ghost Candle had not been completely burned.

"Could it be that Sun Rui couldn't hold on and was already killed by a ghost?" Li Yang expressed his thoughts.

"No, he wasn't killed by a ghost. I found a red Ghost Candle in the counter, which indicates Sun Rui wasn't at his wit's end," Yang Jian said. "And he may not necessarily be dead; maybe he just stepped out temporarily. After all, he can't truly keep watch here continuously for twenty-four hours."

"Try contacting him by phone to see if you can reach Sun Rui."

Li Yang nodded, immediately taking out a satellite positioning phone to try to contact Sun Rui.

However, there is signal interference inside the post office. Sometimes the signal can be connected, sometimes not, completely unpredictable, depending on luck.

Very unfortunately, this time the signal was interfered with, making it impossible to contact the outside.

"Captain, there's a signal problem. Should we temporarily leave the Ghost Post Office to contact Sun Rui? We don't have to come today; tomorrow would be fine too." Li Yang suggested.

They weren't delivering letters, so they had plenty of time. They had enough letter paper in hand to come to the post office whenever they wanted, without constraints.

Yang Jian thought there was merit in this: "Then let's leave first, contact Sun Rui, and then talk. A day earlier or later doesn't make a big difference."

The two of them decided to leave to make a phone call.

But just as they were about to do so.

Suddenly.

The eerily silent post office lobby was abruptly disturbed by some noise—a heavy object rolling down the stairs, thumping on the wooden steps, growing closer and closer until it landed in the lobby on the first floor.

At this moment, Yang Jian suddenly opened his ghost eye.

Although his ghost eye was impaired and influenced inside the post office, it was far from being completely suppressed to the point of being unable to open.

The darkness dispersed, his vision restored.

Yang Jian's ghost eye glimpsed an object dropped on the first floor.

"I'll check the situation first."

He was attracted by the noise and planned to investigate the situation further, with the phone matter not being urgent for now.

Upon getting closer, Yang Jian recognized what had fallen.

A large glass jar filled with yellow liquid, looking like alcohol or some preservative, inside which a pale yet well-preserved Dead Man's Head was soaking. The head lay quietly with eyes closed, looking serene, floating inside the jar.

And judging by the style and condition of the glass jar, it's evident it has some years on it.

This means the head in the jar has been preserved there for a long time.

But the eerie thing is that this head shows no signs of decay or swelling, but is instead very fresh, as if it had just recently died.

It is unknown whether this Dead Man's Head is special, the jar is special, or the yellow liquid inside the jar is special.

"A Dead Man's Head soaked in a jar, and it even rolled down from upstairs?" Li Yang looked up at the stairs.

He couldn't see the end because the stairs were shrouded in darkness, as if covered by a haze, making it impossible to see clearly.

"There are no messengers on the first and second floors anymore, they've all died, and there are no messengers on the fourth floor either; the last delivery task all died. The third and fifth floors are the only ones with messengers." Yang Jian's eyes moved. "This thing was either thrown down from the fifth floor or the third floor."

The third floor was where he encountered Leuk Qingqing.

But when Yang Jian delivered letters, the messengers in other rooms on the third floor did not appear in the post office, so there might still be some who escaped the net.

The messengers on the fourth floor were the most unfortunate because a ghost had infiltrated, and the post office kept purging the messengers on the fourth floor. With the arrival of Yang Jian, the danger of the last red letter on the fourth floor became immense, and in the end, most people died, leaving only Yang Jian, Li Yang, and Leuk Qingqing alive.

"I think it was something dropped from the fifth floor. The messengers on the third floor couldn't be so foolish as to randomly discard such a bizarre item. It's the fifth floor that has always had a habit of dropping things," Yang Jian concluded after analyzing it.

Li Yang looked at the dead man's head soaking in the glass bottle: "Throwing things down might not actually be about throwing things; it might be a means and method of conveying information. The people on the fifth floor must have known some changes in the post office, so they warned the floors below in advance."

"Makes sense. But does dropping something at this time mean something is happening on the fifth floor of the post office?" Yang Jian squinted his eyes and said.

"Put aside the task of contacting Sun Rui for now. If he's really dead, contacting him doesn't make much sense. If he's not dead, he'll naturally appear on the first floor of the post office. Just leave a signal for him; as long as he can understand it."

After saying this, Yang Jian placed a golden bullet on the counter, left the information, and then quickly headed to the fifth floor with Li Yang along the stairs.

The bullet is a representative's exclusive item, and when Sun Rui sees it, he'll certainly understand Yang Jian was here.

The situation is urgent.

Yang Jian felt that the abnormalities on the fifth floor were more important than contacting Sun Rui at this moment, so he made this decision.

However, during the action, he didn't forget to make Li Yang pick up the glass bottle soaking the dead man's head from the ground. While he didn't know what this thing was useful for, it was better to take it along, at least not to leave such a bizarre item casually in the first-floor lobby. It needs to be handled and stored properly.

They swiftly walked up the wooden stairs.

The view ahead was unclear, shrouded in dimness and gloom. Only by moving forward continuously did the path appear.

As Yang Jian and Li Yang continued to move forward, suddenly, Yang Jian's gaze shifted, and he halted his steps because he saw something else left on the wooden stairs ahead.

It was another glass bottle, but this one didn't hold a dead man's head; it contained a pale arm, lifelike and undamaged, as if it had just been chopped off and placed inside.

"It seems to be from the same body as that head, also dismembered and soaked in the bottle. It appears someone met a grim fate, being dismembered, and the body was stored separately."

Yang Jian walked over, picked it up directly, and continued forward.

"Having to dismember a body for separate storage suggests it might not be an ordinary body, perhaps not a fierce ghost, but a ghost handler," Li Yang speculated.

Yang Jian said, "That's quite possible, but we need to wait until we reach the fifth floor to know for sure."

An arm, a head.

These were the two body fragments found so far.

No other findings on the wooden stairs, indicating the remaining body fragments were not here.

As the two continued moving forward, after surpassing a certain floor height, the steps began to get incomplete and broken, no longer as intact.

Yang Jian noticed the wooden handrails on the stairs were destroyed, and some parts of the steps were missing, revealing gap after gap. These gaps were peculiar, featuring handprints, teeth marks, and cut marks left by sharp tools.

The various marks were countless.

But it was visible that these stairs suffered multiple degrees of destruction, with marks of varying age.

Some marks seemed decades old, while others appeared freshly made.

"Spanning such a long time, yet people performed almost the same action, destroying the stairs within the post office... This fifth floor of the post office is unusual," Yang Jian avoided those gaps.

He understood in his heart.

This should be the way to the fifth floor of the post office.

Because before, when he came to the fourth floor of the post office, the stairs were intact, although old, not damaged. This section of the stairs was damaged, severely.

By normal logic, the damage on these stairs should have caused a collapse.

But the stairs within the post office didn't collapse, seemingly maintained by a supernatural force. No matter how much damage was done, these stairs still existed.

Continuing upward, Yang Jian saw a door.

An old wooden door, a double door, unlocked, half-open, standing at the end of the stairs.

There were no other paths nearby.

But eerily,

The steps leading to this old wooden door were all destroyed, leaving void darkness ahead, swaying with dim shadows.

"Captain, the path is destroyed, there's no way through," Li Yang said.

"The closer to the fifth floor, the more severely the stairs are damaged. It seems someone doesn't want people from below to go to the fifth floor of the post office, or the people on the fifth floor want to cut off contact with the fourth floor by destroying the stairs... However, this shouldn't be. The messengers on the fifth floor couldn't be so stupid; using this method to destroy the stairs shouldn't work."

Yang Jian's eyes flickered, "Because the stairs in the post office aren't real but a supernatural phenomenon. The stairs can be destroyed, but the supernatural can't be dispelled."

"So, if I haven't guessed wrong, the invisible stairs always exist."

After saying this, he stepped forward.

Sure enough, there was an unseen staircase in the emptiness ahead, and Yang Jian stood firmly on it, not falling.

Step by step, stepping on air, the unseen stairs were always there, extending to the wooden door ahead.

Li Yang, carrying the glass bottle with the head, followed behind.

However, at this moment.

The previously closed eyes of the dead man's head soaking in the yellowed water suddenly opened.

This scene was just caught by Li Yang, and in shock, he almost dropped the item in his hand, "Captain, this head woke up, it just opened its eyes."

What's more,

Yang Jian also saw the fingers in the glass bottle containing the soaked arm suddenly twitch, as if it came alive.

"Can the corpse still move?"

His face darkened, looking at the head in the glass bottle held by Li Yang.

Judging from the face, this seemed to be a short-haired woman.

"It's not strange for such a supernatural phenomenon to occur here. Be careful, as long as we're not attacked by what's in the glass bottle. As for the rest, we can temporarily ignore it. If this dead man's head tries anything tricky, I'll immediately nail it dead, not giving it a chance for supernatural events."

Yang Jian felt the dismembered body had secrets. He temporarily didn't want to discard it; even though it might be a little dangerous, he wanted to keep it with him.