Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1033 - 999: Instant Reversal

The atmosphere was heavy.

The messengers who rushed to the fifth floor of the post office early in the morning were all staring at Yang Jian, both scrutinizing and guarding against him. Some had already prepared to take action, wanting to kill Yang Jian immediately and retrieve the black letter.

However, Zhao Feng's miserable defeat made them hesitant.

This newcomer to the fifth floor was not simple at all; if they really engage, they might win, but there would definitely be casualties among them.

With these concerns, Wang Yong stepped forward, attempting to change Yang Jian's stance. If they could change his stance, this conflict could be avoided.

"Do you want us to help you completely resolve the Ghost Post Office or control it?" Wang Yong's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise as he looked at Yang Jian.

A wild idea.

Ordinary messengers wouldn't even dare to imagine such a thing, but Yang Jian seemed to have planned this all along.

"Fate is in your own hands, not in the hands of the post office. Leaving the black letter in the post office might grant temporary freedom, but that's just self-deception. Balance will be broken one day, and for your so-called freedom, who knows how many others have been indirectly affected."

Yang Jian said, "Today, I'm giving you an opportunity to think and choose. Join me, follow my arrangements, and I can help you completely free yourselves from the curse of being messengers. Of course, there will definitely be dangers along the way, and some will die, but I believe those who make it to the fifth floor are already aware of this."

"Additionally, from the looks of you, it's clear life isn't going well. While hiding your identity, you lose the ability to attain higher social status. It's normal for life to be difficult. If you agree to my terms, I'll provide a settlement fee substantial enough to relieve your worries."

"How much can you offer?" the man in the delivery uniform asked with a sullen face.

The others glanced at the delivery man, their expressions varied.

Yang Jian extended one finger: "One billion per person, regardless of life or death."

This time, he was willing to spend heavily, offering an exceptionally high price, enough to tempt any ghost handler struggling at the bottom of society.

"One billion? Have you read too many novels? Do you know how much one billion is? Looking at your youth, you probably can't even come up with ten thousand. I think you're using this opportunity to divide us and achieve your own aims. Don't believe him, speaking so audaciously without having the credibility."

Someone sneered immediately, with a bit of mockery.

"Whether I can deliver or not, you'll know with a try. There's no signal in this post office, otherwise one phone call could prove it to you." Yang Jian said, "The issue isn't the money, but your attitude."

"Money isn't very tempting for us. If it weren't for hiding our identities, obtaining wealth wouldn't be hard."

The man in the suit, Liu Ziwen, said coldly: "We care about freedom and life. The post office curse has affected us for a long time. Without resolving it, no amount of money means anything — we won't live to enjoy it."

"Rather than trusting you to resolve the Ghost Post Office, it's better to proceed as usual and return the black letter to room 502. Wang Yong, what's your take?"

Then he looked over at Wang Yong, who was in pajamas and slippers.

With both sides yet to take action, there's still room for deliberation. But once they do, there'll be no room for negotiation.

Wang Yong was silent, also thinking.

To be honest, he was indeed shaken. He previously thought Yang Jian simply wanted to take the black letter and start the delivery task. Unexpectedly, Yang Jian aimed to completely resolve the Ghost Post Office or even control it.

If Yang Jian succeeds, the messengers can truly regain their freedom.

This was much better than continuing to carry out delivery tasks.

Moreover, Yang Jian promised a settlement fee, and it was a sizable amount. Although Liu Ziwen mentioned money wasn't important for the messengers on the fifth floor, it was just words; in reality, the money was indeed significant, important enough for someone to risk their life for Yang Jian.

Hope, benefit, Yang Jian offered them both.

Wang Yong believed that more than just him was tempted; the only concern was whether Yang Jian was worth betting life and assets on this gamble.

"At this point, there's no need to look at others. You're all grown enough to make your own decisions, so decide for yourselves." Yang Jian said coldly.

Yet after a brief silence, no one publicly agreed to support Yang Jian.

Though some were tempted, that's all it was — temptation. Despite Yang Jian's offers sounding nice, no one dared easily believe him, and these words couldn't break the ten-year mutual understanding among the fifth-floor messengers.

After all, breaking this understanding would come at a cost.

If you choose the wrong side, you'll certainly face consequences later.

Moreover, the most crucial point.

As it stood, it was six against one; no matter how you looked at it, their side seemed more likely to win.

Some indeed pointed out that Yang Jian's words might be intended to divide them, causing them to lose their coordination.

"First, return the black letter to room 502, then let's arrange a time and place to talk outside the post office. If you can truly provide a billion settlement fee for each person, we can consider your request."

Wang Yong said, proposing a compromise that could potentially benefit both parties.

The others nodded silently, without saying much, implicitly approving of Wang Yong's approach.

After all, having another option is a good thing.

Deciding now would be somewhat reckless.

This moment, Yang Jian smiled coldly. He lifted the long spear in his hand and brought it down heavily, causing a loud noise and shattering the floor: "I think you all have yet to understand a fact. I'm not pleading with you, I'm offering you an opportunity. You don't have room to negotiate."

"The opportunity is given, but if you don't seize it, then all of you will die here today."

"It's understandable for young people to have tempers, but when you say such things, can't you weigh your own capabilities? The waters on the fifth floor are deep, not something a newcomer from the fourth floor can comprehend. You'd better show some respect to us veterans, otherwise you'll die miserably."

The speaker was that middle-aged woman, and though her appearance was one of earnest persuasion, she was actually very assertive, giving an imposing feeling.

Yang Jian didn't respond directly, and merely said: "Since no one is willing to seize this opportunity, I won't persuade any further. Now I just want to know, how much supernatural power can you all still use? After enduring for more than ten years, how much longer can you last?"

"Don't worry, it's still possible to eliminate you." Said another messenger.

"Then there's nothing more to talk about. Let's get to it, kill me, and of course, you can take your letters back. If I knew it would come to this, I should've ambushed you earlier so you couldn't make it to the fifth floor alive. Now it's not too late to correct my mistake." Yang Jian stated coldly.

He didn't act first, considering whether he could draw a few messengers from the fifth floor to his side.

Although the messengers on the fifth floor rightfully deserve to die, from a broader perspective, he needed talents to handle supernatural events, not for himself but for future considerations.

At his words, the six messengers exchanged a quick glance and immediately made a decision.

Move!

Kill this newcomer, so everything on the fifth floor of the post office remains as is.

Shh! Shh!

The next moment.

The lights on the fifth floor of the post office flickered eerily, and even though it was daytime, the surrounding light seemed to be disappearing, rapidly dimming, despite the lights within the post office unable to prevent this encroaching darkness.

Wait.

This isn't darkness.

But like something covering the eyes, gradually losing light.

As the light dimmed further, Yang Jian saw a vague silhouette appear before him, like a child's finger, waving in front of him, trying to cover his eyes.

"Is this move already prepared? Upon seeing just one of my ghost eyes, they immediately took countermeasures, attempting to use a ghost to blind my ghost eyes, all they're doing without knowing the abilities of my ghost eyes."

"Looks like the messengers on the fifth floor are not bad."

A ghost trying to blind, yet unable to completely cover Yang Jian's eyes, because he has more than one ghost eye, and at most, the ghost can only cover two ghost eyes.

Two ghost eyes lack sight, meaning the ghost eyes are suppressed.

But that's not all.

The entire hall of the fifth floor of the post office started to twist and shake, lights changing, the bodies inside would become elongated, then shortened, tilted… a supernatural power disturbed everything here, forming a Ghost Domain.

"Don't give him the chance to act, finish him off in one go. This person is even more powerful than imagined. I can't affect his body." The middle-aged woman hastily said, her own body untouched by the disturbance.

She was the one using the Ghost Domain.

"Wang Xiuying." Said the man in the delivery uniform.

The middle-aged woman, named Wang Xiuying, immediately understood.

The hallway twisted, the man running with the delivery clothes also twisted, his position changed, aligning with Yang Jian's location, becoming very close.

As if instantly transferred within the Ghost Domain.

Though this way was a bit more unique.

The man in the cab armor appeared holding a sharp knife, a fruit knife, not large, but stained with blood, like a murder weapon.

The next moment.

The bloodstained fruit knife stabbed into Yang Jian's body.

Then quickly withdrawn.

The twisted place restored, the delivery man who, even after not moving, had already distanced from Yang Jian.

The stabbed wound kept bleeding incessantly and couldn't heal. At the same time, starting from the wound, the surrounding flesh began to turn ashen and cold, losing vitality, as though suffering some kind of erosion, rapidly becoming a corpse.

The blood-stained fruit knife was clearly a supernatural weapon.

For a living person, even a minor cut would cause unstoppable bleeding and they would quickly die, becoming a corpse. Even a fierce ghost would be affected.

Ghost Blind.

Blood-stained dagger.

Twisting hall.

Three messengers made their move, while the remaining three people, although showing signs of taking action, stopped when they saw things going smoothly.

"He's doomed," Liu Ziwen, wearing a suit, adjusted his glasses and said.

"Don't celebrate too early; something seems off about him. He hasn't moved at all," Wang Yong said.

"Can't move. Ghost Blind covers more than just his sight; his physical sensations are also obscured. This means he doesn't even realize he's in danger until he's already dead."

Liu Ziwen said, "Perhaps he has some ability, but during the previous conversation, I was already prepared to act, waiting for this moment. Lacking experience made him a bit overconfident, but that's fine; it saved me some trouble."

Wang Yong was silent, still feeling uneasy inside.

If this newcomer were so easy to kill, how did Zhao Feng fall for it?

"I told you, this young man isn't very capable, just boastful. Stabbed once, he'll die soon," Wang Xiuying snorted.

"Is it over?"

Some messengers felt it was too easy and instead became worried. Until they confirmed Yang Jian was indeed dead, they would not lower their guard.

"Plop!"

The next moment.

Yang Jian, standing still, lost his life aura and, as a cold corpse, collapsed to the ground.

However, once he hit the ground, something incredible happened.

The person on the ground suddenly changed appearance in a blink, turning not into the newcomer Yang Jian, but a middle-aged man in an apron with a distorted figure.

Is that... Zhao Feng?

Blood still flowed from Zhao Feng's back, his corpse ashen, clearly having died recently.

This scene made all the messengers' eyelids twitch, their hearts squeezing.

If the previous Yang Jian was Zhao Feng, then who was the Zhao Feng's corpse beside everyone?

"Damn it, we were played..." a messenger cried out, but was abruptly silenced.

A blackened hand clutched his throat.

The Ghost Hand, capable of suppressing a fierce ghost, left this messenger helpless to struggle, and with a cracking sound, his neck was easily snapped, and his body limply hung dead.

Behind.

A figure gradually emerged.

The first thing visible were a pair of crimson eyes, glowing with eerie red light.

"You..."

Wang Xiuying suddenly turned around, distorting everything around, but just as she did this, a huge gash violently tore across her neck. Blood spurted, then her head seemed to be severed by something, rolling to the ground.

"How, how could this happen?"

She remained conscious, unwilling to believe it. Despite being so far from Yang Jian, why was she still attacked?

"Wang Xiuying." The ride-hailing man was furious; his facial skin fell off piece by piece, revealing rotten and stinky parts as his body quickly transformed from a living state to a ghostly state.

He retained consciousness, briefly becoming a fierce ghost.

Holding a pointed dagger.

At this moment, he was both dangerous and terrifying, unable to be killed and could easily kill others.

Still, this ride-hailing man stepped forward, intending to attack Yang Jian.

Suddenly.

The collapsed Zhao Feng suddenly opened his eyes and came to, but his gaze was no longer Zhao Feng's. Instead, it was a stranger, seemingly receiving orders, lunging at the ride-hailing man with a rusted iron hook, latching into his flesh and pulling outward forcefully.

"Ah!"

A miserable cry emanated from the ride-hailing man's mouth, his figure shaking as though split in half, the living part was being hooked out from his body by that rusty iron hook.

At a glance, it looked like a soul departing the body.

"Soul-Reaper... Zhao Feng, how is this possible?" Liu Ziwen, the man in the suit, was utterly shocked.

"Bang!"

But before he could finish, a long spear suddenly flew out, directly piercing another messenger's head, pinning him on the nearby wall.

The body twitched a few times and then immediately fell silent.

Blood, screams, corpses.

In merely a moment, the situation was suddenly reversed.

Even the ferocious ride-hailing man was tightly restrained, losing his life to Soul-Reaper's hand.

Wang Yong's hand twitched, wanting to act, yet he suddenly stopped.

Because he felt himself being watched by strange, eerie eyes, as if he might vanish from this world in an instant.

"Ah!"

The last scream came as the alive part of the delivery man was forcibly hooked out by that rusty iron hook Zhao Feng wielded.

But once hooked out, that living part shattered like porcelain and vanished instantly.

The fierce ghost with the dagger stood motionless, without any action.

Clearly.

He was dead.

Not only him, Wang Xiuying was dead too.

The remaining messengers were choked to death, one with a head pierced through and pinned dead.

In an instant.

Four out of six messengers were lost.

Only Liu Ziwen and Wang Yong remained, both in cold sweat, their movements rigid, not daring to act rashly.

It wasn't that they lacked the ability to fight to the death.

But everything happened too quickly, making them feel powerless.

Clearly, the gap wasn't big, so why did they lose so miserably?

"Actually, your abilities aren't bad, but sadly, you encountered me," Yang Jian spoke coldly, then gently placed down the corpse in his hand, discarding it like trash to the side.

He wasn't being modest.

It was because he had stolen Zhao Feng's memory, gaining intelligence.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been this easy.

"Zhao Feng... did he betray?" Wang Yong glanced gravely at Zhao Feng.

He had suddenly feigned death to eliminate a key figure on their side; otherwise, the situation wouldn't have reversed so thoroughly.

"I am not Zhao Feng."

Zhao Feng spoke, but his tone changed to that of a stranger.

"I see; no wonder Zhao Feng wasn't dead before, still had breath, he had already been replaced by another personality, tossing out Zhao Feng was not a show of force, but a trap," Liu Ziwen took a deep breath, understanding the beginning and end of the matter.

This was something no one expected.

Because when they acted, everyone's attention was on Yang Jian, who would have thought Zhao Feng would suddenly stand up and attack their people.

"But you're out of tricks, and we haven't given our all yet," Wang Yong regained his composure, still confident.