Mysterious Revival

Chapter 1605 - 1: The Paper Man

He Feng and his wife Zhou Mei walked out from a building.

Looking at the bright sunshine outside, the two felt somewhat dazed.

They hadn't been outside for a full ten days.

Ten days ago, after the extraordinary event that shocked the world happened in Dachang City, they were targeted by investigators, and only now were they released.

"Honey, I want to call on all my colleagues to publish a news article."

He Feng looked up at the sky, as if he was seeing the scene from that day again.

The sky was dyed golden, a divine figure stood atop the firmament, a heart-wrenching eye overlooking the entire city... In that moment, there was a god named Yang Jian in this world.

As someone who experienced it firsthand, He Feng was very aware that there are still unknown terrors lurking in this world.

A deity isn't awakened without cause; everything has its source.

"But we signed a confidentiality agreement, we're forbidden from disclosing anything about that day, especially those two words, which are taboo — we can't even say them, otherwise, not only will we lose our jobs, but we might also get sued or even jailed..." Zhou Mei widened her eyes, somewhat stunned to look at He Feng.

"I know, but precisely because of this, I should write that article. The unknown terror has emerged in this world, and we are definitely not the first to experience it. There will be many more to have similar encounters; if they don't know that name, they won't receive protection nor survive."

He Feng stated seriously, "I know what those investigators mean. Before confirming the god's authenticity and attitude, they want to maintain the current stability, because the world isn't ready to witness it all. Yet my intuition tells me, a huge change is imminent, and we must do something."

"Believe me, time will prove I'm right. Now I need your support."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Mei thought for a while, then nodded solemnly: "Since you've decided, let's do this. I will always be with you. But to increase influence and exposure, it's not only about getting support from industry insiders; we'll need a lot of funds."

"Sell the house and all other assets, then." He Feng said decisively.

"Must we go to such lengths?" Zhou Mei was somewhat shocked.

He Feng said, "Some people risk their lives to fight those terrifying ghostly entities; what does spending some money mean?"

He couldn't help but think of the old man in Guanjiang Residential Complex who saved him with an axe, the driver who fearlessly carried him once, and the mysterious woman who lifted him from the brink of death with a red candle...

In times of great change, some people must step forward.

At this moment.

Dahan City.

History is like a cycle.

Sixty years have passed, enough to erase all traces of supernatural events left in this city.

The tales of the Ghost Post Office can only be mentioned in sealed archives.

However, today.

That twisted, winding eerie path reappeared once more in a certain alley within Dahan City.

Yang Jian easily broke the boundary between reality and supernatural, returning along this path once again to that familiar Ghost Post Office.

Inside the Ghost Post Office hall, a limping man, seemingly in his forties or fifties, stood there silently, his face somber, his lifeless eyes slightly moving, constantly staring at the dusty, long-sealed post office door.

"Sixty years, Yang Jian, have you appeared again?" Sun Rui's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, his presence bleak and lifeless, like a cold, dead corpse.

"Bang!"

In the next moment.

The post office door burst open, and a chilling breeze blew in.

That familiar figure broke in, just like sixty years ago.

"Sun Rui, I didn't expect you to age as well." Yang Jian's voice was cold, his ghostly eye slightly shifting as he glanced.

"Even the post office manager can't resist the erosion of time, yet you remain unchanged since sixty years ago. Truthfully, I didn't wish to see you here; your arrival signifies the beginning of the second supernatural awakening." Sun Rui said, his face dark.

"Everything feels like a cycle — should I follow in the footsteps of Luo Wensong, the first manager, selecting the fifth post office manager before being completely consumed by supernatural?"

Though he's still alive, long periods spent within the Ghost Post Office, along with supernatural influence, have led him to feel increasingly inhuman.

Sun Rui considers preparing for his final arrangements within a few years, lest unpredictable changes arise from stubbornly clinging to life.

"My plan has succeeded; the supernatural era will end in my hands. Rest assured." Yang Jian said calmly.

"I never doubted your capability. For the remaining time, I will stay here watching until the moment you succeed. Over these sixty years, I've bid farewell to many people already; I hope to see the complete extinction of the supernatural before I die." Sun Rui said.

"That era was too cruel and desperate; never let it reappear."

"Rest assured, it won't." Yang Jian said.

Yang Jian didn't linger too long in the Ghost Post Office; after a brief encounter with Sun Rui, he took his leave, because he needed to confirm how many leftovers from the previous era still remained sixty years later.

After leaving Dahan City, he headed to another city.

It was the city that Leuk San had handled before.

However, after initially confronting the King Organization, Leuk San gradually faded from the supernatural circle, eventually disappearing entirely. Many believed he was dead; however, the paperman's supernatural did abruptly appear once thirty years ago, then vanished again.

Yang Jian searched in this city.

A place that ordinary people might never find in their lifetime, yet for Yang Jian now, it was effortless.

He possessed unimaginable supernatural power, enabling him to easily break the boundary between reality and fiction, granting access to any location.

Finally, Yang Jian found an old house deep in a lush mountain.

The house was a brick-concrete structure, fitting the architectural style of sixty years ago, but it had long since become dilapidated. Weeds were growing thick at the entrance, the inside was damp and decaying, and the walls were covered with mold.

There were no traces of living people here.

However, on the second floor of this house, one room had its door tightly closed. The chains on it were so rusted that they seemed ready to snap with a slight tug, suggesting that this room had not been opened in decades.

But compared to the general decay of the building, this room was relatively well preserved.

Yang Jian didn't push the door open, yet he could already see the contents of the room.

There was a red coffin.

This red coffin looked familiar, identical to the ones that had buried Li Yang, Huang Ziya, and Feng Quan, all from the Coffin Shop on Ghost Street.

However, this red coffin was not new back then, as it bore heavy signs of age, with large patches of red paint peeling off and only a little residual supernatural power remaining. In a few more years, this Ghost Coffin would completely rot away.

Yang Jian's figure appeared in the room.

Without any hesitation, he directly opened the coffin.

Inside the coffin lay a paper figure, vivid as if alive, unfaded even after decades. The face of the paper figure was covered with a piece of yellow paper, tightly stuck to the face, obscuring its features.

"Is this Leuk San's backup plan?" Yang Jian could tell from the setup that this should be Leuk San's handiwork.

And these arrangements had not been here for sixty years, but only about thirty years.

Recalling how the city experienced a supernatural phenomenon involving paper figures thirty years ago, Yang Jian suspected that it was the trace left by Leuk San's activities in the city after his reawakening.

"I've seen this yellow paper before. Back in the ancient house, Zhou Deng used it. After covering the face, a ghost rider would fall into a slumber, and they would never wake unless the yellow paper was torn off."

"Using a Ghost Coffin to lock in the supernatural, preserving consciousness with yellow paper... Leuk San's idea was clever, but decades are too long. Even Leuk San couldn't be sure if he could survive; he was gambling with time."

Yang Jian, while thinking, reached out and tore the yellow paper from the paper figure's face.

The yellow paper was pulled off.

The paper figure's true face was revealed.

It was a familiar face.

It was none other than Leuk San from sixty years ago.

Yang Jian remained silent, quietly standing by.

If an evil spirit were to awaken, Yang Jian would unhesitatingly send it to the depths of hell, never to appear in reality again.

After a moment.

The eerie paper figure in the coffin suddenly opened its eyes.

The long-stored supernatural force reawakened.

However, this time, it was not an evil spirit that awakened, but an old man from sixty years ago.

"Yang... Yang Jian, it really was you who woke me up. It seems I won the gamble. I managed to rid myself of that old corpse's entanglement and successfully survived." The paper figure spoke slowly, its voice hoarse and unfamiliar.

"Leuk San, were you so sure I would help you tear off this yellow paper and wake you up?" Yang Jian's expression remained calm.

The paper figure sat up from the coffin: "When the supernatural era ended, I was certain you'd still be alive. A person like you couldn't just fade away like that. So since then, I sought a way to survive."

"I abandoned most of my supernatural powers, retaining only a paper figure avatar, in hopes of awakening one day. After the supernatural era ended, only you have the ability to find and awaken me."

"Now, I have succeeded."

A faint smile appeared on the face of Leuk San's paper figure.

"It's been sixty years. The era back then has been completely buried. Even if you awaken, what can you do?" Yang Jian's eyes slightly lowered, thinking of the Guanjiang Residential Complex and his old friends.

Everything was gone.

"Isn't this already the best outcome?" Leuk San said.

"Yes, it is the best outcome." Yang Jian nodded slightly.

Leuk San now stepped out of the coffin: "I want to take a walk and see the new era. Want to join me?"

"No, I need to visit other places." Yang Jian looked into the distance.

"Alright, if anything comes up, come find me," Leuk San said.

Yang Jian replied, "By the way, I have a new name now."

"You changed your name? What is it now?" Leuk San asked.

"Yang Jian."

Leuk San paused, then smiled: "A new era deserves a new name. Perhaps I should change my name and continue living, too."

"As you wish. I'm leaving. Visit Dachang City sometime."

Yang Jian said no more and turned to leave.

Leuk San watched Yang Jian depart, then left the old mountain house, too.