Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1027 - 993 Anomaly

A wall collapsed, scattering corpses all over the place.

These corpses are not ordinary; they are messengers who died in this room before. In life, they more or less harbored cursed weapons, and now being released, anyone with a clear mind knows what consequences might follow.

The true danger is emerging.

The exit to leave here has disappeared, ghosts are reviving, and various supernatural phenomena are emerging one after another. The current situation is a dead end for any ghost handler or messenger.

With the ability of the Fifth Floor Messenger, not one person can leave here alive.

But unfortunately.

Yang Jian cannot be considered a normal messenger; he did not enter the post office as an ordinary person but as a captain level to handle the Ghost Post Office.

"We cannot let these ghosts revive first, no matter what, we must suppress these corpses for a while, or else if too many ghosts appear in the room, even I might face danger."

At this moment.

Yang Jian moved without hesitation, wielding a cracked long spear, not needing the medium to trigger the Firewood Knife. He directly strode forward, hacking at the corpses scattered on the ground.

His strength is immense, and the Firewood Knife is ridiculously sharp when touching supernatural corpses.

One corpse after another, dismembered by him.

A particularly terrifying corpse, seemingly freshly dead, its pale eyeballs rolled slightly as Yang Jian used the Firewood Knife, glaring at him, while a bloodless, pallid arm raised, gripping the cracked long spear tightly.

"Can you ghost hold my supernatural weapon?" Yang Jian's eyes turned cold.

The next moment.

This fresh corpse emitted a ghastly scream, then began to rapidly rot, its arm that gripped the cracked spear feebly fell.

Because the corpse lost balance, triggering the Fatal Curse on the supernatural item.

This curse even Yang Jian dares not touch; a ghost touching it will also suffer, although the ghost won't die, their supernatural power will be suppressed.

Once the supernatural power is suppressed, a fresh corpse naturally decays swiftly.

Seemingly bizarre, but in fact very logical.

Without hindrance from the Firewood Knife, Yang Jian directly beheaded the corpse, rendering countless bizarre corpses fragmented before the ghosts could revive.

And dismembered ghosts cannot revive for a short time.

Subsequently.

The curse of the Firewood Knife erupted.

Cuts appeared on Yang Jian's body, and even on the Ghost Shadow behind him, crisscrossed as if trying to slice him into countless pieces. If the curse were allowed to spread, his Ghost Shadow would become fragmented, devoid of capability.

But next, a scarlet glow enveloped him, and those newly torn cuts healed in an inconceivable way.

Less than a second passed.

The curse seemed obliterated, leaving not a single scar on Yang Jian.

"Cannot be stingy, a reboot is necessary, exchanging for dismembered corpses is very worthwhile," Yang Jian thought to himself.

The danger from the scattered corpses, he effortlessly neutralized.

Though seemed simple, Yang Jian actually used the strongest supernatural power he could control so far.

"The source of the supernatural should not be from the bathroom but from the bedroom. I already checked the living room before without finding anything unusual, only the bedroom wasn't visited. But now the entire room is under supernatural influence, whether or not the bedroom is still the previous bedroom cannot be confirmed."

Despite this, Yang Jian still must identify the source of the haunt quickly.

Otherwise, the corpses on the ground will revive again over time, if failing to escape, he could be exhausted to death here or trapped in this room.

While Yang Jian is trapped in the room.

In another room on the fifth floor of the post office, Room 507.

Li Yang stayed in this room, watching the door, not daring to be careless, always paying attention to the situation outside. If Yang Jian appears, he must open the door immediately for safe withdrawal.

But not much time had passed.

Guarding the door, Li Yang suddenly heard footsteps outside, heavy and methodical, immediately putting him on alert.

"Another night of footsteps?" He reached to touch the door.

Prepared for what might come.

Li Yang hasn't forgotten being forced by a ghost to open the door on the first floor, nearly triggering the fatal pattern of the ghost's killings. Back then, it was him, Yang Jian, and Sun Rui together that drove the ghost away.

"Could it be that ghost?"

Thinking thus, he felt uneasy.

Yet Li Yang was not panicked; he held two supernatural items, a bloodstained little hammer and a dirty old doll.

Used properly, can handle unexpected situations.

"It's here." Li Yang heard the footsteps circle in the hall then head straight towards his way.

No hesitation or pause.

The footsteps soon reached the door.

"Li Yang, it's me, open the door." Yang Jian's voice came from outside.

Li Yang heard this and breathed a sigh of relief, immediately releasing his grip to open the door.

"Creak!"

But as the door opened, a cold presence rushed in, while the room's lights seemed interfered with, flickering.

A cold, pale hand rested on the door's edge, trying to push it open.

Behind the hand was a sleeve of gray-black, old, dirty.

"Not good." Li Yang awoke with a sudden start, realizing that the person outside the door wasn't the captain or a living person, but a ghost.

Although the voice sounded identical to Yang Jian's, upon closer reflection, it was only similar, with a different tone.

In a hurry, he slammed into the door, trying to shut it and block the ghost attempting to enter the room.

The supernatural power of the Door-blocking Ghost appeared.

The wooden door vibrated violently, then twisted and deformed, forming an arc. A tremendous force appeared, causing the door to creak, as if being pushed tightly shut by another ghost.

Yet outside, that ghastly pale hand was firmly pressing against the door.

Even the Door-blocking Ghost's supernatural power couldn't shut the door.

Moreover, in just a moment of stalemate, Li Yang noticed that he was slowly being pushed backward.

The door gradually opened.

"This ghost is no simple thing." Li Yang thought, his heart pounding.

The ghost outside forcefully resisting the Door-blocking Ghost, he knew well what that meant.

As the door gradually opened wider.

Li Yang dared not hesitate any longer. He picked up a small bloodied wooden hammer and struck down on the hand above the door frame.

A small wooden hammer typically doesn't hurt, but this was a supernatural item, carrying strange abilities.

When the hammer struck the hand, it immediately twisted and deformed, then recoiled sharply, as if feeling pain.

The ghost's hand was driven back.

But the door still wasn't shut, as if the ghost's body was still blocking it.

Seeing it was effective, Li Yang immediately reached out, wildly swinging the small wooden hammer into the darkness outside.

He sensed the ghost's position, hitting it once.

With just that one hit, the ghost outside had to retreat, no longer blocking the doorway.

"Bang!"

In the next moment,

the door closed, isolating the ghost outside. It seemed the ghost hadn't left, as there were no footsteps, but cold sweat was dripping off Li Yang's face.

"That was close."

He was secretly alarmed in his heart.

He never imagined the ghost would appear this way, mimicking the captain's voice, almost getting him caught.

"There's still a lack of vigilance," he reflected with some guilt.

But earlier, Li Yang had been somewhat vigilant, leaving a trace of suspicion, otherwise, he would have opened the door outright with no chance to fight back.

Regaining his composure, Li Yang continued to guard the doorway.

Ten minutes passed, half an hour passed, and everything seemed to return to calm.

Yet the real Yang Jian never appeared.

Yang Jian was trapped.

Trapped in room 502, he wasn't dead, but hadn't dealt with the supernatural in room 502 either.

Everything seemed to be at a stalemate.

But outside the post office.

In another small city's ordinary residential building, lived a family.

It was a family of three, a couple with an eleven or twelve-year-old child.

It was now seven o'clock in the evening, and they had just finished dinner, sitting on the sofa watching TV, discussing news and gossip.

However, at this moment,

the living room lights flickered, like there was a bad connection, and the man in his forties on the sofa suddenly realized something, looking sharply out the window.

Outside the window was the cityscape, but he vaguely saw a distant building with neon lights from the Republic era.

That building didn't exist in reality, like an illusion, and he was the only one who could see it.

"The balance on the fifth floor is being broken... Could someone really manage to bring out that black envelope?" The man stood up, looking unusually grim.

Then, he hurriedly picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"I've already heard, something's happening on the post office's fifth floor again, and it's more serious than last time." A sullen voice came from the phone, also a man's.

"What should we do?"

"The black envelope must not appear, or all of us fifth-floor messengers will be reckoned with. Recently, a newcomer must have gone to the fifth floor, and that newcomer isn't simple. Nothing more to say, deal with him like before, keep everything as it was before."

"It's nighttime now, and the post office is lights-out."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line: "Then, six o'clock tomorrow morning, before the newcomer knows the purpose of the black envelope, take him down, at worst, seize the letter."

In another city's hotel.

A graceful and beautiful woman in a red qipao was looking up at the flickering lights in the room. She then saw through the glass window, a faint path leading to the post office appear, but it soon disappeared, very unstable.

"Is the post office task about to begin?" Leuk Qingqing fell silent.

What she was most worried about and uneasy about was about to happen.

She had thought it wouldn't be so soon, but now it seemed that her luck was nonexistent.