Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1032 - 998 Meeting Between Messengers

Early morning.

The sky was faintly bright. For most city residents, it was still bedtime, but for some, it marked the start of a day's work.

Every city is more or less the same.

It seemed there was nothing special today either.

But for some individuals, today's dawn was a signal, one that shattered more than a decade of peaceful living.

The Fifth Floor Messengers hidden within the city began to act.

They were prepared right on time, almost without needing to communicate. Just seeing the supernatural phenomenon appearing at the post office, they knew the balance on the fifth floor was lost. They must rush back to the post office at full speed to regain the balance. Only then could they continue living the lives they wanted.

So at this moment, the Fifth Floor Messengers almost all united.

Whoever dared to restore the Ghost Post Office to operation was going to die.

There was no reason, nor any excuse needed.

It was all just to stay alive.

"Time to set out." A fifty-year-old man, wearing pajamas and slightly balding, emerged with his body covered in mud from a small grove in the suburbs.

He was slightly gasping for breath, holding something muddy in his hand, as if he had just unearthed it.

In front of him, a path leading to the post office was extraordinarily clear.

The post office was calling them.

If they didn't head to the post office for a long time, the curse of the post office would occur, and the messenger would be relentlessly hunted by a fierce ghost.

So, no one dared refuse the call of the post office.

Very soon.

This fifty-year-old man, wearing slippers and ignoring the dirt covering him, stepped onto the path leading to the post office.

Although it wasn't his first time walking this path, after many years, he still felt a bit sentimental and uneasy because he knew how often walking at night would always make you encounter ghosts, and going too many times to the post office would eventually result in one trip you wouldn't return from.

"Hopefully, this time will be just a false alarm like the previous ones, with the problems quickly resolved." The man was expressionless and indifferent, yet his heart was no longer as cold-blooded as it used to be.

He had a wife and children.

A decade of ordinary life had already turned him back into an ordinary person, and if given another ten years, once his child grew up, he might not even make this trip.

It's just that...

Now, his child was still young, and the family still needed him. He couldn't die, at least not now.

This fifty-year-old man was named Wang Yong, an extremely ordinary name. If not for that cursed letter back then, he would still be a very ordinary person, with an ordinary life, an ordinary family, and an ordinary job.

However, among the former messengers, the name Wang Yong represented a kind of awe.

Because while on the fifth floor, he had successfully delivered two letters, just one short of being free from the post office.

But Wang Yong's luck wasn't good. On the last occasion, he encountered a black letter, forcing his delivery task to stop.

Wang Yong quickly walked the eerie path, arriving in front of the Ghost Post Office.

Multi-colored neon lights flickered, illuminating a signboard with the clearly written words "Ghost Post Office".

His eyes flickered slightly as he looked and then pushed the door open to enter.

The lights in the first-floor lobby of the post office were already on, the dim and yellowed light dispelling the darkness, not bright enough but illuminating the surroundings.

Although it was quite early, the post office lobby on the first floor already had people, more than one person, clearly indicating someone had arrived early according to the time.

There were three people in the lobby.

A middle-aged man in a chauffeur's uniform, slightly out of shape, not in the condition he was in his youth.

Another was a man wearing a suit and tie, looking like an elite professional. He wore glasses, his face holding a faint smile.

The other was a woman, also in her forties, hair disheveled as if she hadn't fully awoken, with dark circles under her eyes and low spirits.

"You are... Wang Yong?" The others, seeing someone pushing the door and entering the lobby, immediately turned around and scrutinized.

Upon seeing a middle-aged man in pajamas, slightly balding, they immediately frowned, recalling familiar faces from the past, and finally, cautiously said from memory, "You're not Wang Yong, are you?"

Wang Yong nodded slightly and said, "We haven't seen each other for a decade; you've changed a lot."

The man in a suit and tie took off his glasses and wiped them, "This time is very peculiar; all night, the post office has been summoning us. Clearly, the black letter has fallen into the hands of that new messenger, but he should still be in the post office. I think we should be cautious, so I'm waiting here on the first floor for your arrival."

"After all, times have changed. Supernatural events are now appearing in the city. Some even control fierce ghosts and deal with such incidents, so we can't underestimate someone just because they're new. It very well could be that the newcomer didn't just get lucky with the game in 502 but genuinely managed to take the black letter with ability. If that's so, many might die today."

The woman in her forties with dark circles under her eyes said, "Over the years, the Fifth Floor Messengers have accumulated quite a few, certainly more than just our numbers."

Li Yong glanced over, "Surviving messengers aren't as many as imagined. Some get possessed by spirits. Though they've left the post office, they won't live long, with fierce ghosts resurrecting over the years, causing a series of supernatural events. It's hard to say how many remain in the end."

"But surviving Fifth Floor Messengers tend to show two extremes: either too weak or frighteningly strong. Those in between inevitably can't last and leave first."

"Our opponent is just one person. I think our four are enough." The chauffeur's face was grim, "Let's kill him; I need to get back to delivering food. I can't let it affect my work."

He seemed to work nonstop, delivering food during the day and driving at night. Considerably exhausting.

"Since we're all here, let's wait a bit longer. If we guard the first floor, that new messenger won't get out." Wang Yong said.

The others found it reasonable and had no objections.

After waiting all night, a little longer wouldn't make a big difference.

About ten minutes later, more messengers arrived one after another. Initially, there were only four in the lobby, but now six were gathered.

They figured six should be enough to take action. Although other messengers hadn't shown up yet, waiting longer was uncertain, and against a new messenger, this number was sufficient. Any more wouldn't add much significance.

"Let's stick with us for now; let's move to the fifth floor." Wang Yong said.

The others couldn't wait. They weren't willing to stay long in the post office, wanting to quickly resolve matters and leave.

A series of hurried footsteps echoed on the old wooden staircase.

They rushed directly to the fifth floor without hesitation, and since it was daytime, they weren't worried about encountering ghosts in the post office. Therefore, they didn't need to be overly cautious, given that this time they were dealing with a human. In all their subconsciousness, humans are much easier to handle than ghosts.

At least they wouldn't feel fear and dread.

Very quickly.

The group, resolved to restore the post office's tranquility, traversed the last flight of stairs.

They pushed open the wooden door and entered the fifth-floor hall.

Even though some messengers hadn't returned here for years, the oil paintings that covered the walls, and this silent hall often appeared in their dreams, drawing them back in the middle of the night.

"The mere smell here is enough to make one's heart race. If possible, I never want to return to this place in my lifetime," the man in a suit surveyed his surroundings, growing wary and tense.

"The door to room 502 is broken. What happened last night to not only damage the door? Has the ghost inside the room escaped?"

The speaker, a middle-aged woman, stared at the empty doorway and the wood shavings scattered across the floor.

One could only imagine someone had forcibly wrecked the door last night using brute methods.

"Now is not the time to worry about the door. This newcomer on the fifth floor is indeed not simple. His ability to break the door means his methods are formidable. By now, he should be resting in a room, so be cautious. Our presence may have already alerted him,"

Wang Yong's gaze shifted slightly as he eyed the other doors.

Excluding rooms 501, 502, and 505, there weren't many rooms left for people to stay in.

"A group of people can't handle a newcomer? I don't believe it," another unfamiliar fifth-floor messenger said gravely.

"It's not wrong to be cautious. Even if we win, the opponent isn't defenseless. They could take a few of us down with them," the man in a suit added.

However, as they spoke,

suddenly.

"Bang!"

A loud noise shattered the heavy atmosphere, and the door to room 507 swung open abruptly.

The next moment,

a person was thrown out, rolling to the ground, and finally lay on his back, motionless.

This somewhat overweight man wore an apron, stained with blood, his eyes wide open but devoid of any light.

"This is... Soul-Reaper, Zhao Feng? How did he end up here?"

"He probably couldn't resist coming to the post office alone last night to deal with this newcomer and ended up getting killed. This guy used to be somewhat overconfident, didn't expect he still hasn't changed," someone sneered.

"No, he seems to be breathing; he's not dead yet."

Someone checked and found that Zhao Feng hadn't completely succumbed; he was still alive.

"Even if he's not dead, his current state isn't much different from being dead. The other party spared Zhao Feng's life for some reason? Doesn't want to burn bridges? Or perhaps doesn't want to deal with a corpse?"

"Quiet, all of you."

Wang Yong immediately barked lowly, silencing the murmurs of the fifth-floor messengers.

Seeing Zhao Feng in this state, didn't any of them have the slightest sense of alertness?

Between killing Zhao Feng and capturing him, which is harder? It's obvious with just a bit of thought.

Although Zhao Feng used to be overconfident, it couldn't be denied that he was indeed very capable, having previously taken out new messengers on their way to the fifth floor by himself.

The rest of the group, after Wang Yong's outburst, set aside their varied thoughts.

Everyone turned their gaze to room 502.

At this moment,

the door of the room was open, and heavy footsteps could be heard from inside, signaling someone coming out.

"You came to the post office so early; you must not be here just for the mail delivery task. Also, there should be more of you fifth-floor messengers, yet not everyone is here?" a cold, emotionless voice echoed.

A young man in his twenties, holding an odd long spear, appeared at the doorway with an expressionless face.

As expected, Yang Jian had been waiting for them since a little past six.

They couldn't wait to come to the post office to restore the so-called balance.

"So you're the one who took out Zhao Feng? Are the new post office people so formidable now? An old fifth-floor messenger ending up so miserably," Wang Yong stepped forward, showing his stance and attitude.

"Wang Yong?" Yang Jian looked at him and said, "A ruthless man who delivered two letters on the fifth floor."

"You know me?" Wang Yong frowned, then glanced down at Zhao Feng on the floor.

This guy probably spilled all the information about the fifth floor; no wonder the newcomer captured him first and didn't kill him outright — to extract crucial intel.

"I know what I need to know. There's no need for false pretenses. You're after this thing, right?" Yang Jian waved his hand slightly.

A black letter appeared in his hand.

"So it was with him." A person nearby immediately showed a change in expression and couldn't help speaking up.

"Return that letter to room 502, and we can avoid conflict. The messenger's curse shouldn't continue. You should leave the post office like us and return to freedom. If you keep delivering letters, you'll meet a grim fate," Wang Yong glanced at the letter, not rushing to tear the situation apart.

He hoped to perhaps persuade this newcomer to stand on their side if possible.

If the stance changed, then there would be no enmity, and the misunderstanding could be alleviated.

"What if I say no?" Yang Jian pocketed the black letter.

"You better think carefully before you answer. The black letter is crucial to the balance of the fifth floor in the post office. Once it leaves, the post office will continue assigning mail tasks, and all of us fifth-floor messengers will lose our freedom, controlled by the post office. You, coming up from downstairs, should understand the dangers in delivering mail,"

"I just can't figure out why something beneficial for everyone still faces opposition," the man in a suit and glasses spoke slowly.

"Liu Ziwen, formerly an old fifth-floor messenger at the post office, who delivered a letter once," Yang Jian looked at him and named him, even knowing some of his past.

The suited man Liu Ziwen's gaze flickered: "Since you know so much, I don't understand your actions even more."

"No need to understand, because you won't grasp my methods either,"

Yang Jian said, not intending to explain, but instead said, "However, I can offer you an opportunity. If you're willing to cooperate with me, I'm willing to help you completely deal with the Ghost Post Office. Even if that's not possible, at least take control of it and free yourselves from delivering mail."

He extended an olive branch.

Yang Jian believed that the fifth-floor messengers were remarkable talents. If any were willing to side with him, he could recruit them to work for him in Dachang City.

"Think carefully before answering. I'll only give you this one chance. If missed, it will cost lives," Yang Jian finished, and the ghostly eye on his forehead suddenly opened wide.

The eerie eye rotated, scrutinizing everyone.