Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1298 - 1265: All That Has Perished

"Her hand moved, everyone be careful."

Zhou Deng widened his eyes and, seeing the pale hands exposed outside the red wedding dress move slightly, couldn't help but shout.

This kind of movement clearly indicated that the other party had already awakened.

But no one knew whether she was a human or a ghost after waking up.

However, in such uncertain situations, everyone usually assumes the worst outcome. After all, when facing such a high-level supernatural event, one must be prepared for anything; no one can afford to be careless.

At this moment, Yang Jian also opened his ghost eye, and a pool of water even appeared under his feet.

Once action was taken, he would immediately use the Coffin Nail to attack the ghost in front of him, forcing a restart, and then find the true location of the ghost painting as quickly as possible. Only this way would there be a chance to imprison it.

Of course, that was the plan.

But in reality, implementing it would not be possible without some sacrifice.

However, at this moment, from under the red veil, He Yuelian's voice came through: "It's me, I'm still alive, I'm not a ghost, don't act."

The moment these words came out, everyone was stunned.

Did they succeed?

Zhang Xiangguang smiled at this moment, a very happy smile. He Yuelian was alive, which meant his plan succeeded. Although it wasn't him who succeeded, it was enough to prove that his decades of plotting were correct and that this path was feasible.

"I knew it would succeed, I just knew. Her being alive means she has successfully controlled the ghost painting. My Peach Blossom Fountain plan is correct, you all saw it, right? I'm not a madman; I'm doing the right thing..."

As he spoke, tears fell.

Unfortunately, Du Hong, Zhang Ying, Nie Yingping, Zhang Xian, Song Xin Hai... those teammates all died, unable to live to see this moment.

Those who once doubted him, those who were against him, those he ruthlessly eliminated, couldn't see this moment either.

If they could see it, perhaps they would have become like-minded teammates, and he wouldn't have been forced to be ruthless and kill people he didn't want to kill because of this idea.

Thinking back on the past.

Zhang Xiangguang felt he bore too much, too much, but at this moment, he felt it was all worth it.

Because he was right, and they were wrong.

"Are you kidding me, she survived like that? She just controlled the ghost painting?"

He Yiner's eyes narrowed, feeling utterly unbelievable.

This was an S-level supernatural event, and besides the ghost painting, there was also the Dried Corpse Bride.

Two kinds of terrifying and dangerous supernatural events, yet now it's all a benefit to an ordinary person?

"Decades of planning and a group of top ghost handlers working for her, wasn't it only right that she survived?" Zhang Xiangguang laughed.

"Damn, watching this makes me drool. I risked my life taking that supernatural bus to fight against revival, surviving danger after danger before getting off, and yet she easily controls such a powerful ghost without doing anything. It's enough to make one mad by comparison."

Zhou Deng stared at He Yuelian in front of him and couldn't help swallowing.

"Some people are born rich, and some poor. The world is inherently unfair, but Zhang Xiangguang is right. After decades of planning, it's understandable that He Yuelian benefits. It's like an ordinary person winning billions in the lottery, not to mention He Yuelian was set up long ago. The final result is nothing more than two outcomes: success or failure." Sun Rui's eyes glimmered as he spoke.

Yang Jian stepped forward and said coldly, "He Yuelian, now that you are alive, what is your choice? Will you continue with Zhang Xiangguang's Peach Blossom Fountain plan, or do you have other ideas? Your choice is important, don't be vague, I need to know your answer."

The others didn't speak, but remained vigilant.

While He Yuelian being alive meant the ghost painting wouldn't go out of control, it didn't mean He Yuelian was without danger. Now, her control of the supernatural was enough to influence the situation in the country, no longer a common person at the mercy of others.

"When Zhang Xiangguang kidnapped me, I said that if I survived and became a ghost handler, I would definitely take revenge and kill Zhang Xiangguang."

He Yulian's voice came from under the red veil.

"He will die, who does it doesn't matter, what's important is your choice," Yang Jian continued.

He Yuelian's revenge on Zhang Xiangguang was a personal vendetta and wouldn't affect the bigger picture. The key was He Yuelian's future path.

"Bringing everyone into the ghost painting world to live, this so-called Peach Blossom Fountain plan I don't agree with, and strongly oppose. Living in a world full of supernatural events is inherently absurd."

He Yuelian answered seriously, making her stance clear.

"As for the future, I haven't thought it through yet. If possible, I'm willing to listen to your arrangements."

As she spoke, she shifted her tone and expressed goodwill towards Yang Jian.

On this point, He Yuelian had thought it through clearly herself. Her current position is very delicate. Although she has mastered incredible supernatural powers, she doesn't believe she can do whatever she pleases with them.

The world still has the headquarters, captains, and a group of top ghost controllers.

She alone must find some shelter.

And what could be better than directly aligning with Yang Jian and relying on the headquarters?

So He Yuelian was straightforward in clearly stating her stance.

"Listen to my arrangements? Is that polite talk, or are you serious?" Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

"Of course, I'm serious. I trust your decisions."

He Yuelian said, "After all, you've saved me more than once. If not for you today, I surely wouldn't have survived. I can still distinguish right from wrong."

"With supernatural powers of ghost painting and the Dried Corpse Bride, to be honest, taking out all of us here isn't a problem." Yang Jian said calmly.

He Yuelian responded, "Why would I do that? I'm lucky enough to survive. Besides, I have no grudge against you; on the contrary, you and Sun Rui have helped me a lot. The ones I should truly kill are Zhang Xiangguang and others."

"It's good that you think that way. Since you oppose the Peach Blossom Fountain plan and want to retaliate against Zhang Xiangguang, it shows that you're not influenced by him. However, whether you can maintain this mindset, I don't know yet, but I will consider your arrangements."

"If nothing goes wrong, you will join the headquarters and become a captain at the headquarters, or even a city leader, of course, all depending on your wishes."

He Yuelian said, "Joining the headquarters and becoming a leader, I see no problem with that. Now that I'm in the supernatural circle, I can't stay detached from many things, so I hope Captain Yang will look after me in the future."

"That's good." Yang Jian said.

A brief conversation was enough to solve many issues.

That is, He Yuelian may not be a friend, but she's definitely not an enemy. Her thinking and mind are very clear, without any extreme ideas, and she's even willing to join the headquarters to become a leader.

"Great, doesn't this solve the ghost painting incident?"

Zhou Deng said joyously, "Zhang Xiangguang, didn't you see it? You failed."

"Looks like we can avoid a conflict."

Sun Rui also breathed a slight sigh of relief, feeling cold sweat in his palms at the moment.

He Yiner looked at He Yuelian and said, "Remember what you said today. The supernatural power you possess is very dangerous. If you can become a colleague, I will welcome you, but if you want to cause trouble, all the captains will gather again, and even if you have mastered the ghost painting, we still have ways to take you down."

"Whether you have fully mastered this supernatural power is still unknown; it needs to be confirmed. The balance of the supernatural might be temporary, and there is a chance of losing control again. He Yuelian, if you want to continue living, you must ensure that your supernatural power stays within a controllable range as much as possible. You are not a ghost controller, and many things need learning. Joining the headquarters is your best choice." Lu Zhiwen said.

He Yuelian nodded slightly, indicating she understood.

At this moment, Yang Xiao walked up to Zhang Xiangguang: "Your plan succeeded, but only partially. She doesn't seem to follow your intentions but is willing to join the headquarters and stand by Yang Jian, so you've failed..."

"Failed?"

Zhang Xiangguang laughed, "No, I haven't failed. Yang Xiao, do you know? When the supernatural constantly resurfaces, when the situation gets completely out of control, when worse conditions arise, even you captains won't be able to handle it. He Yuelian will naturally recall today's incidents, and she'll understand the feasibility of the Peach Blossom Fountain plan."

"At that moment, without any persuasion from me, she'll go and do this herself."

"Having the ability and not doing something is different from not having the ability and doing something. Have you ever seen a wolf that doesn't eat meat? Although I won't see that day come, I believe it will. Unfortunately, she isn't the Ghost Post Office manager, even if the plan is implemented, it has a deadline. When she ages and dies like those from the Republic of China, the plan can only be forced to terminate."

"And this deadline is about seventy years."

Yang Jian glanced over and said, "Rest assured, that sort of situation will never happen unless all the supernatural controllers in the country are dead. But as long as there's the supernatural, there will be an endless stream of ghost controllers, and as the confrontation with the supernatural continues, ghost controllers will only become stronger. Ultimately, the ghost controllers will win."

"It was like this before, and it is like this now."

"Confidence in youth is a good thing."

Zhang Xiangguang said, "I used to think that way too, but after seeing too many deaths, I realized that this world is hopeless. Relying on ghost controllers to defeat terrifying ghosts won't work. It's okay if you don't understand now; you'll understand in the future. When relatives, friends, and family around you are all swallowed by the supernatural, you'll regret stopping my plan today."

"Sometimes, dying a good death is better than living in misery."

"Go back to the Ghost Post Office, it's time to deal with you." Yang Jian said coldly.

"That's true, I should indeed be on my way." Zhang Xiangguang said, without fear, rather with a strange sense of relief.

At this moment, He Yuelian said, "Let me do it and kill him."

Yang Jian turned to her: "Are you sure you want to do it yourself?"

As soon as he said this, everyone else stared at He Yuelian.

He Yuelian was stunned for a moment and immediately realized she had misspoken. Her identity was very special now, and she couldn't be connected to Zhang Xiangguang, even if it meant killing him personally.

"As long as he's dead, it doesn't matter if I do it myself," she quickly amended.

Yang Jian said, "Where is the Ghost Painting located?"

"I'll look for it," He Yuelian said.

This place is her Ghost Domain. Even though she's just become a Ghost Envoy, she can know everything about the world inside the Ghost Painting.

Very soon.

An old picture frame seemed to appear out of nowhere, dropping down from midair.

The frame was covered with a layer of black cloth.

Yang Jian walked over and lifted the black cloth.

However, the picture frame that once carried the supernatural power of the Ghost Painting had completely lost its supernatural strength. The wooden frame had cracked, the oil painting was blurred, and it no longer had that eerie feeling; it seemed very ordinary now.

"It seems the Ghost Painting has completely disappeared," He Yiner said.

Yang Jian said, "The oil painting was just a vessel for supernatural beings. Now all the supernatural power is concentrated in He Yuelian; the frame is thus useless, turning back into just a normal piece of art. In that case, we'll have to take everyone to the Ghost Post Office; we can't let the managers and the people from the oil painting appear in the real world, or they will all perish."

"I'm familiar with the post office, I know where it is," He Yuelian said.

Now that she's adapted to some supernatural power, she knows how to use the Ghost Domain.

The Ghost Domain already covers Dahan City, and the door to the Ghost Post Office has long been exposed beneath her eyes. Entering the post office is just a blink of an eye.

"But there are still some Xi'an things within my Ghost Domain. Yang Jian, what do you think we should do?"

He Yuelian suddenly felt something, and directly asked.

"Bring it all back," Yang Jian said.

"Alright," He Yuelian nodded.

Although she didn't move, everything around was undergoing massive changes; the entire world seemed to twist at this moment, all the views were affected, unable to determine the surroundings.

But this abnormal change quickly disappeared.

When everyone could see clearly again, they found themselves at the entrance of the Ghost Post Office.

The apartment building flickering with neon lights stood right before them, then the world of the Ghost Domain began to compress, the surrounding scenery converged furiously, as if the entire world was shrinking, and with the shrinking of the Ghost Painting world, everyone's position shifted continuously, flowing towards the post office.

Even when they didn't move themselves, the entire world carried them into position.

Finally.

They were all standing in the lobby of the Ghost Post Office.

Bright lights, clean and tidy floors, modern decoration, everything was so familiar.

"We've arrived, this should be fine now."

He Yuelian hadn't moved, her voice came from beneath the red veil.

Yang Jian said: "Now you can retract your Ghost Domain."

"I'm still not very familiar with supernatural power, give me some time, let me try,"

He Yuelian fell silent again, she began to try to retract the Ghost Domain, after a few attempts she found the knack.

The gray and gloomy world dissipated.

Everyone was freed from the Ghost Painting's domain.

"It seems your control over supernatural power is better than I imagined," Yang Jian was somewhat surprised.

It's not something a newcomer can accomplish, it seems she has had some experience.

"There are memories that don't belong to me in my mind. I'm recalling the past, reading these memories, and then I learned..." He Yuelian said.

"Those are memories of the Ghost Painting when alive, my own memories will be added in, under the conflict of supernatural forces, once a third party joins, her consciousness as a normal person will quickly be erased, ultimately only I will remain, because I am the manager, protected by the postal curse, so my consciousness is special and won't easily disappear, therefore I am likely the winner," Zhang Xiangguang said.

Yang Xiao said: "A perfect arrangement, utilizing the post office curse indeed allows you to do many things. I suspected this, so I kept watching you and directly pulled you into the Nightmare World."

"So you weren't unwilling to act, but rather didn't have an opportunity," He Yuelian said.

Zhang Xiangguang smiled: "Yes, I can say I was extremely unlucky. After being pulled into the nightmare, I realized things were bad and had been desperately escaping it, but it was too late; the moment I woke up, Nie Yingping was already dead, and I had no chance with such a large group of people watching."

He wasn't afraid of Yang Xiao's nightmare because he was confident he could escape it, but didn't expect the situation to turn out like that after escaping.

"Forget it, it's no use talking now, don't kill me, just take this grass rope, I'll walk out of the Ghost Post Office myself," Zhang Xiangguang said frankly.

"Suicide? Okay, I'll allow you to do so," Yang Jian glanced at Zhou Deng and gestured.

Zhou Deng's eyes lit up, smiling as he walked over to take the grass rope from the ground, and then put it away on his own.

Zhang Xiangguang tidied his clothes and looked at Yang Xiao: "What a pity; I really wanted to finish that game with you, but it seems there's no chance, goodbye."

"Take care," Yang Xiao replied calmly.

Zhang Xiangguang glanced at the motionless He Yuelian standing aside, then freely smiled, turned, and walked out of the Ghost Post Office without looking back.

His dream started here and ended here.

In a daze, he remembered his initial experience stepping into the Ghost Post Office.

At that time, he was still a newcomer... and the biggest dream was to escape the Ghost Post Office.

"I've never escaped the Ghost Post Office, never thought I would leave in this way in the end..."

Zhang Xiangguang walked out with a smile.

He crossed the threshold and entered the outside world.

He no longer needed to hide in the dark post office, at this moment, he bathed in the sun outside, feeling that warmth and brightness he hadn't felt in countless years.

"It feels so good to bathe in the sunlight."

Zhang Xiangguang opened his arms, as if embracing this bright world, and at the same time.

The manager who walked out of the Ghost Post Office also lost the protection of the post office.

Zhang Xiangguang began to disintegrate in the sunlight at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if something sealed for many years, exposed to the sun, suddenly oxidized.

He was different from the first manager.

He himself didn't possess strong supernatural power; if it were a powerful manager, even after leaving the Ghost Post Office, their consciousness would perish at most, but the body would be preserved due to supernatural power.

When Zhang Xiangguang completely disappeared, something unassuming fell from him, a glass ball.

Clearly that was a supernatural item, a means Zhang Xiangguang used to transfer his consciousness.

The glass ball rolled strangely, as if it had consciousness, moving away.

Without Zhang Xiangguang's control, this supernatural item began to show some anomalies.

"Don't move it, I'll take care of it," Zhou Deng immediately rushed out, chasing after the glass ball.

"So this is the fate of a manager leaving the Ghost Post Office?" Sun Rui's heart tightened seeing this.

He only knew this curse's terror by witnessing it firsthand.

Even though he knew managers couldn't leave the post office, he did have thoughts of trying to go out. After all, without witnessing it firsthand, Sun Rui was somewhat skeptical.

Now it seems his thought was very dangerous, and he was simply teetering on the edge of disaster; he must never think this way again.

"Anyway, it's finally over, really wasn't easy," Sun Rui sighed.

Yang Jian said: "Zhang Xiangguang's matter may be over, but quite a mess is left behind, several captains are close to resurgence due to their struggle; if we don't handle this properly, we might suffer setbacks."

"They're all here too; I've brought everyone inside," He Yuelian said.

An old tomb stood solitary in a corner of the lobby.

It was where the Ghost Envoy and Wei Jing were buried.