Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1059 1025: The Last 601

The moment the corpse was successfully pieced together, everyone expected to awaken a fierce ghost that had been sleeping for many years, but the change occurred in the entire Ghost Post Office instead.

The post office shook and trembled as if a powerful earthquake was happening.

The post office did not collapse, but the walls inside were peeling off, wooden stairs crumbling, and floors vanishing.

Originally, the atrium of the post office was shrouded in a layer of darkness, but that darkness was now scattered away.

Yang Jian, Ye Zhen, Li Yang, Wang Yong, Zhou Ze, and Zhong Yan all found themselves unexpectedly stepping into thin air and falling down, each floor crumbling, and within moments, they fell back into the lobby of the post office's first floor.

Dust flew, debris scattered.

It seemed the old furnishings could no longer be maintained and finally broke down today.

"Bah, what a lousy building, it collapses just like that. Whoever built this thing must have taken kickbacks, classic shoddy construction. If it meets me, Ye Zhen, I'll surely deal with them."

Ye Zhen stood on the ruins, and couldn't help but spit.

"The Supernatural Power maintaining the post office partially vanished, so this old building reached its limit and therefore broke down. It was due to that corpse; the corpse opened its eyes showing signs of awakening, and then such changes occurred."

Dust was flying.

Yang Jian stood firm, his scarlet Ghost Eye quickly scanned around.

The flying dust immediately dissipated rapidly, and in just a moment, the debris on the ground vanished without a trace.

He used Ghost Domain to clear away the trash.

Quickly.

The surrounding visibility was restored.

Li Yang, Wang Yong, Zhou Ze, and others hurriedly stood up from the ground.

Although they had fallen from the fifth floor, they were unharmed.

They all were ghost riders possessing Supernatural Powers; a common fall wouldn't take their lives.

At this moment, everyone noticed that the layout within the post office had changed drastically; this was a U-shaped building with five floors in total, and at the walls, staircase openings appeared, those stairs being of concrete structure, connecting all floors from top to bottom.

"A staircase hidden within the wall?" Wang Yong's face flickered.

Li Yang said in a deep voice: "When we were on the fourth floor, we were attacked by a fierce ghost, and when the ghost appeared, a staircase emerged but later disappeared. Now it seems the staircase didn't disappear but was always there, just hidden by the walls, making it impossible for the messengers to discover."

"So this is the original form of the post office? The first and fifth floors are mutually connected, without any layer-by-layer separation." Zhou Ze looked up and examined slightly.

"If that's the case, then perhaps the previous post office was modified by someone, and the messengers' rules for going upstairs were set later on and not initially present," Li Yang speculated.

Wang Yong pondered: "Only a manager would be qualified to remodel the post office and redefine the rules for delivering letters."

"Door Knocking Ghost? That elderly man surnamed Luo?" Li Yang looked at Yang Jian.

This possibility was very plausible.

That elderly man surnamed Luo, possibly intending to choose a new manager, had thus established such a ruthless letter delivery rule, aiming to select an outstanding messenger to succeed him.

"Wait a moment, what about that corpse?" Suddenly, the woman named Zhong Yan cautiously asked.

This immediately redirected their focus back.

Everyone's gaze scanned around, searching for the recently pieced-together female corpse.

Abruptly.

Yang Jian and Ye Zhen first raised their heads and looked up.

That's the location of the fifth floor.

Though the fifth floor's lobby had collapsed, a corridor remained around the rooms, and there, on that incomplete corridor, stood an eerie female corpse, entirely pale, covered in sheets of black letter paper, standing there, her eyes slightly lowered, looking at the crowd on the lower floors.

"She's provoking me; no one has ever dared to stand above Ye Zhen and overlook me. Obviously, she's not taking me seriously!" Ye Zhen was furious, immediately wanting to rush up and face the female corpse again.

But Yang Jian stopped him.

"Why stop me? Do you think I'm not her match?" Ye Zhen asked.

"..." Yang Jian found Ye Zhen's thought pattern incomprehensible.

"No need to battle with that thing; there are too many bizarre things within the post office. I just need to wait for Sun Rui to reappear. Until then, fewer problems are better, and this female corpse's state seems odd, doesn't appear to be a ghost. If you hastily eliminate her and trigger adverse outcomes, it won't be good for the situation."

Yang Jian said as he observed the female corpse.

Meanwhile, the situation seemed to have stabilized; he didn't want additional troubles.

Furthermore, the shadows of five fierce ghosts within the lobby were still wandering, which required his attention.

"Relax, I'm not an empty name; I'll return after I cut her down, it won't be a problem," Ye Zhen declared.

Yang Jian replied: "Instead of wasting time on her, why not first deal with the ghosts within the lobby? Hear me out, leave the female corpse on the fifth floor for now."

He believed there were secrets with this female corpse, not wanting Ye Zhen to spoil it.

"Fine, considering your insistence, Ye Zhen shall temporarily let her be," Ye Zhen grudgingly snorted at the female corpse, expressing discontent.

But Yang Jian's words evidently carried weight, as Ye Zhen then turned his attention to those terrifying ghost shadows within the lobby.

Seeing this, Yang Jian slightly relaxed.

He was truly concerned about being unable to hold Ye Zhen back and potentially causing a commotion.

Now it appeared that Ye Zhen was more accommodating, without recklessly following his whims.

"Temporarily ignore that entity, keep waiting; if Sun Rui isn't dead, he should return, and the horrific ghost attack from tearing the black letters has passed, implying a stretch of safety ahead barring unexpected incidents."

Yang Jian advised Li Yang, Wang Yong, and others.

"And what about the unresolved ghosts?" Wang Yong asked.

He meant the four roaming ghost shadows within the lobby.

"Aware of their killing pattern, there won't be any issues for now. Moreover, dealing with those ghost entities isn't possible. Only Ye Zhen can think of a solution," Yang Jian stated.

Everyone nodded.

At this moment, Ye Zhen, rather intrigued, began studying those ghost shadows.

Ye Zhen, despite his eccentricity, possessed the necessary wit during supernatural events, not solely relying on brute force.

"The shadows are mere illusions, the origin is key. Another puzzle-solving game? Ye Zhen can certainly handle this," Ye Zhen contemplated, focusing on the ghost shadows.

Meanwhile.

Another part of the post office.

This is a rarely trod staircase, where Sun Rui currently limped alone upwards, guided silently by a shadowy, eerie figure ahead, seemingly prompting him to follow.

Sun Rui indeed did so.

The stairs were long, seemingly endless, darkness engulfed the path, and the atmosphere was overwhelmingly oppressive and eerily quiet, broken only by the echo of his slow, trudging steps.

The narrow, dim, and tense stairway easily strained one's nerves.

Yet Sun Rui remained calm, unfazed.

With many horror events experienced in the post office during these days, countless solitary nights, this hardly counted as anything.

As if walking forever.

Quickly.

The stairway came to an end.

There was a room.

Dim wall lamps glowed on both sides of the door, and a brass room number plate hung on the door, with the number: 601.

601?

Sun Rui's expression shifted slightly: "Indeed, the sixth floor of the post office exists, and it seems to be a strange place that stands alone, not connected to the fifth floor."

When his gaze returned.

Creak!

The door of room 601 suddenly opened.

The wall lamp flickered slightly, and the eerie old man's figure vanished instantly.

The figure seemed to be some kind of supernatural phenomenon, not a real ghost, merely guiding specific people into this place.

"This is inviting me into that room," Sun Rui thought silently, as he felt his condition improving, with no longer a disturbing resurgence of malicious spirits.

His limping condition was not as severe, and he walked more nimbly than before.

"There are still many people outside enduring the attacks of malevolent ghosts waiting for me to return, I cannot waste time."

Sun Rui didn't hesitate and immediately stepped into that room.

The room was very dark, extremely dark.

So dark that it led one to doubt if they were already blind.

But soon, a peculiar oil lamp flickered to life, and a strange smell filled the air.

The lamp oil exuded a stench of decay, making one feel uncomfortable.

"It's identical to the oil lamp I obtained on the first floor," Sun Rui moved towards the source of the light.

Soon, he reached where the oil lamp was placed.

There was an antique writing desk, with a patina developed over long use, as if it had been in use for a long time.

On the writing desk lay a small black booklet, beside it a calligraphy brush, and an inkstone.

Sun Rui's gaze lingered on the small black booklet,

He ignored the brush and inkstone beside it, for they were ordinary objects, not supernatural items; only the small black booklet carried an ominous aura.

The black paper seemed somewhat familiar.

"It's letter paper..." Sun Rui realized the size and style immediately upon seeing it.

But before he could observe further, an alarming scene unfolded.

A withered old man's hand suddenly stretched out from the depths of the darkness opposite the desk, grasping a page from the black booklet, gently flipping it open.

On the first page, a beautiful name was written using a calligraphy brush: Luo Wensong.

Sun Rui's whole body tensed, his hand instinctively grasped, only to realize his cane was no longer by his side, his face simultaneously darkening.

"Luo Wensong? Surname Luo? Captain Yang seems to have mentioned that the Door Knocking Ghost was surnamed Luo before his death, as for his full name, it's untraceable, for there were no identification cards, records in that era, names were purely passed down verbally, so is Luo Songwen the real name of that Luo?"

"But the name doesn't matter, it's only a code."

He stared at the withered hand, thoughts swirling in his mind.

Soon after.

The withered hand opened the second page.

The second page also had a name, written with a fountain pen, the script delicate.

"Tian Xiaoyue."

Obviously, this is a female's name.

"No, that's not right."

Sun Rui's expression shifted slightly: "This booklet should record the names of managers, Luo Songwen's name on the first page indicates he was the first manager, yet the supernatural event of the Door Knocking Ghost from his resurrection only happened a year ago."

"By this reasoning, a second manager shouldn't exist."

However, the names in the black booklet indeed existed, with Tian Xiaoyue elegantly written.

This implies the post office had a second manager.

But the withered hand in the darkness didn't stop, it turned the third page.

At this moment, what made Sun Rui's scalp tingle was yet another name appearing, the name: Zhang Xiangguang.

Sun Rui didn't recognize this name but Yang Jian did, as a portrait of Zhang Xiangguang was left within the post office, he was the fifth floor's messenger, successfully delivering three letters and escaping the post office's existence.

No one expected Zhang Xiangguang's name to show up here.

Could it be that he was also a manager?

Sun Rui didn't ponder much, only memorizing the names in the booklet for discussion with Yang Jian later.

The withered hand reaching out from the darkness slowly opened the fourth page at this moment.

The fourth page of the black booklet was blank, no name inscribed, seemingly awaiting Sun Rui to fill it in.

"Whoever can reach here and leave their name, will become the manager?"

Sun Rui retrieved a ballpoint pen he habitually carried from his coat pocket, without hesitation, he bent down and swiftly signed his name on it.

The fourth manager: Sun Rui.

As soon as the name was signed, suddenly.

Countless glowing flames appeared abruptly in the dark room, gradually illuminating, they were oil lamps placed intricately throughout the room, brightening the originally dim room 601.

And as darkness receded.

Sun Rui inspected ahead, and realized the spot in front of the desk where the withered hand once emerged, now bore no trace of it, merely a coat rack stood there with a strange, black long robe hanging on it.

This room was windless.

Yet the black long robe on the coat rack inexplicably fluttered a few times, as if someone had touched it just moments ago.

Sun Rui observed it cautiously, his countenance filled with apprehension.

He was certain that black robe wasn't ordinary, the previous supernatural occurrences had been its doing.

But now wasn't the time to delve into this, he needed to quickly ascertain the situation here, alter the post office's rules, and handle the supernatural phenomena within the post office.

Sun Rui, aided by the numerous oil lamp lights, looked around.

Suddenly, he spotted a painting, an unfinished painting with various pigments beside, the artwork was large and eerie, depicting an old edifice: the Ghost Post Office.

The post office in the painting was simplistic, merely a prototype.

"I think I understand now..." Sun Rui mused thoughtfully.

The implication was clear.

The Ghost Post Office was an unfinished painting, each manager painted their desired post office as per their preference.