Mysterious Awakening Chapter 1060: The End of the Age of Messengers

The lights gradually lit up, one floor after another.

Changes were visibly happening at the post office. The lights that appeared now were no longer the dim, yellow bulbs but rather high-brightness white light strips that seed to erge out of nowhere, creating a sense of wonder.

"The lights are on? All the lights were clearly shattered before."

At this mont, everyone in the lobby looked around at the changes in amazent, feeling sowhat incredulous.

Not only that.

Dirty, stained walls were disappearing, becoming clean and tidy. The musty floor was also vanishing, quickly replaced by bright tiles. Besides the staircase connecting the floors, two elevators even appeared... it seed the old decor was disappearing as so modern renovations reappeared.

A huge crystal chandelier hung down from the fifth-floor ceiling, suspended around the fourth floor.

In just half an hour, the Ghost Post Office suddenly beca magnificently luxurious.

"Soone is altering the layout of the post office. Only the administrator could achieve this," Wang Yong imdiately said.

While he was speaking, changes were also taking place around them, with sofas, a bar, and even a mini caf appearing nearby...

It’s hard to imagine that this was once the Ghost Post Office in such a short ti.

If soone ca here for the first ti, they would mistake it for a very upscale hotel or apartnt.

"Each era’s administrator has its own layout style. This is a modern style, which ans the administrator who took over the Ghost Post Office is from the modern era," Yang Jian noted, "So, Sun Rui has succeeded. He’s taken over and is starting to erase the traces of the old era."

"The supernatural events remaining here are being erased. It’s just unclear whether he can use the administrator’s role to make the ghosts disappear from here."

Although everyone was astonished by the changes, Yang Jian was more concerned about whether the administrator’s authority was enough to combat the ghosts here.

At the inception of the Ghost Post Office, there were certainly no ghosts inside.

But with the start of the ssengers’ delivery missions and various supernatural occurrences, the post office was undoubtedly invaded by ghosts, and even so who controlled ghosts died in the post office, forming nurous supernatural events.

Over ti.

The hidden dangers in the post office beca nurous.

Yang Jian encountered quite a few, including the ghost on the fourth floor, Room 504 on the fifth floor, Room 502, and the Door-Opening Ghost wandering in the post office... and so on.

Without an administrator, these ghosts couldn’t be cleared, making the post office increasingly dangerous.

Now Sun Rui has taken over. He must ensure things proceed on the right track; the only worry is whether he has the capability to accomplish this.

In less than an hour.

The original Ghost Post Office disappeared.

Although the place remained the sa, it had transford into a five-story luxurious apartnt with bright lights.

The rooms on each floor remained.

Seven rooms on each floor, a total of thirty-five rooms, seed unchanged, but all the doors were renewed, no longer the creaky wooden ones but modern-style doors.

The oil paintings on the fifth-floor walls remained.

These were also irremovable, still hanging on the walls.

But their positions had changed.

The paintings continuously fell from the fifth-floor walls, then hung in the first-floor lobby, with portraits appearing as if it was a small art gallery.

Yang Jian noticed.

So paintings mysteriously disappeared during the repositioning process, seemingly taken away and hidden sowhere.

Those missing paintings were very eerie and dangerous. Their selection and removal alleviated many hidden dangers within the post office, which was a good thing.

"The elevators are functional."

At this mont, Wang Yong approached one of the elevators and tried to operate it, finding it actually opened and operated normally.

"The body on the fifth floor is still there," Yang Jian saw. The female corpse remained there, unmoved.

Apparently, the administrator’s authority couldn’t affect that female corpse.

This corpse seed to be a remnant of the previous era’s post office.

"What about the shadows of the five ghosts?" Yang Jian imdiately turned to look at Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen didn’t move, just stood there looking towards the main door.

The door before was broken, but now it was restored, becoming a revolving glass door. The shadows of the five ghosts were slowly retreating, seen as a new prohibited spiritual zone. They were being driven out, but Yang Jian’s spear was pinning them.

The remaining shadow couldn’t be removed.

With mutual pulling, the five ghost shadows stood at the door, caught in a dilemma.

Realizing this, Yang Jian walked over and pulled out the spear.

Imdiately.

The revolving door quickly spun a few rounds, and the five ghost shadows left the post office, then mysteriously vanished.

Ye Zhen rarely didn’t pursue, just giving a soft snort, slightly unwilling.

Because he hadn’t found the flaws of the five ghost shadows yet.

"Look outside, there seems to be a street," suddenly, Zhong Yan, a woman, exclaid in astonishnt, pointing outside.

The darkness outside vanished, and the post office path was gone, replaced with a quiet road, nearby there were tall buildings, shops, evidently a bustling street.

"It’s Dahan City."

Yang Jian glanced and imdiately recognized: "The post office’s location was originally in Dahan City, now Sun Rui seems to have changed the rules, allowing post office people to return directly to Dahan City, which should an that the ssenger’s curse is lifted. If you doubt it, you can try walking out."

"I’ll try," Zhou Ze said curiously, taking the initiative to walk out the post office door.

However, the mont he stepped out of the post office, he froze.

Standing on the road, he had completely left the Ghost Post Office. Looking back, only an abandoned half-constructed building remained, with no trace of the Ghost Post Office.

But the people inside the post office could see Zhou Ze’s every move.

"Could the ssenger’s curse have ended just like that?" Standing on the closed-off street, Zhou Ze urgently took out the black letter paper.

Upon taking it out, the black letter paper lost so supernatural power support and instantly crumbled and weathered, leaving only a wisp of paper shreds blown away by the wind.

He was both shocked and overjoyed.

Looking back at the abandoned building repeatedly, no matter how he observed, it could only ever be a dilapidated structure, not the Ghost Post Office anymore.

Moreover.

He couldn’t return.

His identity as a ssenger was stripped, utterly disconnected from the Ghost Post Office.

"The era of ssengers has ended," Yang Jian retrieved his gaze and slowly spoke.

He did not care about Zhou Ze nor did he want him to return here.

Wang Yong, Zhong Yan, the two remaining ssengers suddenly felt as if in a different world, sowhat stunned, seemingly hard to accept.

The terrifying Ghost Post Office that tornted them for over ten years had truly ended today?

They were no longer ssengers, free from curses, free from forced delivery tasks, returning to freedom, leaving everything else unrelated to them.

"Indeed, it’s over, no more ssengers in the future," Wang Yong lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, speaking with relief.

Zhong Yan cautiously asked, "Can I leave here now? Since I’m no longer a ssenger, it seems staying here serves no purpose."

"Go on, the remaining matters are unrelated to you," Yang Jian said.

He collaborated with these Fifth Floor ssengers just to settle the Ghost Post Office issues. Now that it’s over, he saw no need to remain associated with them, and neither Zhou Ze nor Zhong Yan were considered top-level ghost handlers, not enticing enough to recruit.

However, Wang Yong had great ability, worthy of joining his team.

Zhong Yan nodded, glanced around, made a brief farewell, and quickly left the Ghost Post Office.

Upon stepping out, she encountered Zhou Ze outside.

"Yang Jian said the era of the ssengers is over, and all of us ssengers on the fifth floor are free now," Zhong Yan said.

Zhou Ze looked at her and said, "It seems the choice earlier was indeed not wrong. That Yang Jian is impressive, managing to handle the Ghost Post Office all by himself. In that case, I should leave too. What about you?"

"Naturally, I’ll go back to where I ca from," Zhong Yan replied.

"Safe travels."

Zhou Ze didn’t ask much, and after bidding farewell to her, he left.

The two of them had rely gathered for survival due to the ssenger’s curse, without much interaction. Hence, once it was over, they naturally went their separate ways.

After the two ssengers left, the first-floor lobby of the post office seed much emptier.

Only Yang Jian, Li Yang, Wang Yong, and Ye Zhen were left.

The body of Brother Long, who had died, had disappeared.

It was unclear if it was taken away by Sun Rui, the manager.

About an hour and a half later,

The sound of an elevator in operation ca from nearby, and suddenly, an elevator door appeared at the spot where Sun Rui had disappeared.

The elevator dinged open.

Sun Rui limped out, leaning on an old iron spade with a stiff smile on his face, looking sowhat eerie, but it was apparent he was in a good mood.

"Yang, how do you find the changes to the Ghost Post Office? I felt it was too old and eerie before, so I changed its style," Sun Rui said.

Yang Jian replied, "Not bad. How did you handle those ghosts?"

Sun Rui tapped the ground with his spade and said, "All buried beneath the post office. As long as the post office remains intact, those ghosts won’t erge because the post office is within the Ghost Domain, effectively trapping the ghosts in the deepest layer. However, it doesn’t rule out the possibility of so fierce ghosts invading, so I’ll stay vigilant."

The vanished ghosts weren’t truly dead but were suppressed by Sun Rui using the Ghost Post Office’s properties.

Supernatural incidents are never foolproof, but this result was already the best, after all, ghosts can’t be killed, and managing them temporarily is quite good.

"That’s good. If fierce ghosts invade again, I’ll help as much as I can. Hopefully, it won’t cause too much trouble," Yang Jian said.

Sun Rui nodded, "Just like you said, I’m trapped here for life, and I can’t step out of this door into Dahan City. I can only watch people coming and going at the entrance to Dahan City, so I erased the path to enter the Ghost Post Office. To co here, one must arrive at the entrance of Dahan City and be pulled in by ."

"Of course, there’s another way, like Yang did, by directly invading through the Ghost Domain, but I believe that’s an exception, not within consideration."

"Thus, there will be no more strangers dying here."

At this point, his eyes flickered, recalling those innocent newcors on the first floor previously killed by him.

He didn’t regret doing it.

So sacrifices and casualties are necessary.

"That female corpse is still there, what do you think?" Yang Jian looked at Sun Rui, pointing to the fifth floor above.

The female corpse still stood there, motionless.

Sun Rui pondered, "Honestly, I can’t influence that female corpse. It’s beyond my jurisdiction, and I have a theory about it."

"What kind of theory?" Yang Jian asked.

Sun Rui said, "I went to the sixth floor of the post office earlier. There was only one room, and on the table in that room lay a black notebook listing past administrators. Essentially, the first page ntions soone nad Luo Songwen, whom I assu is the Door Knocking Ghost you ntioned."

"Luo Yong’s grandfather, Luo Songwen?" Yang Jian pondered and then nodded, "That’s probably correct."

"But the issue is on the second page of that black notebook; there’s a second na."

Yang Jian’s expression changed imdiately, "Are you saying there’s a second administrator of this Ghost Post Office, soone listed after Luo Songwen?"

"Exactly. The second administrator’s na is Tian Xiaoyue, a female na; I suspect..." Sun Rui explained.

He ant that the female corpse on the fifth floor might very well be the Ghost Post Office’s second administrator nad Tian Xiaoyue.

Only as fellow administrators would Sun Rui’s administrative privileges be ineffective against that female corpse.

"If she was the second administrator, why was she dismbered, and her body left in a bottle within the Ghost Post Office? Was she killed by the ssengers? But which ssenger could have such capability? Or perhaps, wasn’t Luo Songwen dead at that ti, and conflicts arose between the two? Differing ideologies led to a clash?"

Yang Jian considered nurous possibilities in an instant but found them sowhat unrealistic.

At this point, Sun Rui spoke in a restrained voice, "Yang, more crucially, it’s not about Tian Xiaoyue. However, there was a third administrator, and my na is fourth on the list."

"Hmm?" Yang Jian’s eyes widened.

A third administrator?

Sun Rui continued, "The third administrator is nad Zhang Xiangguang, but there’s only a na without any further clues. Logically, this Zhang Xiangguang should be the current post office administrator, considering Luo Songwen died outside the post office, a fierce ghost awoke, and Tian Xiaoyue was dismbered and buried within. Zhang Xiangguang is the most apt to take over the post office."

Zhang Xiangguang?

Upon hearing the na, Yang Jian’s gaze sharpened. He almost instinctively looked at an oil painting hanging on the first-floor wall.

But quickly, Yang Jian restrained such instinctive behavior, and his expression swiftly returned to calm.

"I know Zhang Xiangguang, he’s a ssenger who left the post office. An oil painting of him exists on the wall, but this matter should be kept confidential, don’t let it leak, I’ll investigate it further later," Yang Jian said.

Sun Rui responded, "Then I’ll leave it to you, Yang. I can assist with issues inside the post office, but I’m powerless when it cos to outside matters."

Yang Jian remained silent, deep in thought.

How did Zhang Xiangguang manage to both have his portrait left behind and beco a post office administrator?

Leaving a portrait implies having left the post office oneself.

Becoming an administrator would an not leaving a portrait.

"It seems the Zhang Xiangguang within the painting doesn’t know he beca an administrator; his mory is likely stuck at the mont he left the post office. So, the Zhang Xiangguang in the painting only holds the fifth-floor ssenger’s identity, not that of an administrator... No, there’s still one more thod that could achieve this."

Suddenly, a thought struck Yang Jian.

If a ssenger, having left the Ghost Post Office, returns and delivers mail again, could they beco an administrator after completing the second delivery?

Since Zhang Xiangguang succeeded once, he could succeed a second ti.

"So, Zhang Xiangguang most likely entered the post office twice? The painting version left behind was made after completing the first delivery task. That’s the only way to explain it. If so, then technically the real Zhang Xiangguang should still reside within the post office, acting as an administrator, just like Sun Rui ntioned."

"But there is no trace of this person inside the post office."

The further this thought progressed, the deeper the mystery beca.

Yang Jian promptly shook his head, deciding to set this issue aside for now.

The matters regarding the third administrator, Zhang Xiangguang, had to wait.

"By the way, now that the Ghost Post Office has canceled the mail delivery tasks and no new ssengers are joining, it’s no longer appropriate to call this place the Ghost Post Office. Yang, would you like to give it a new na? Consider what would be appropriate for this location in the future," Sun Rui suddenly said.

Yang Jian nodded, "Indeed, the post office is now part of history and should have a new beginning with a new na."

"Na it? If you ask , Ye, you’re asking the right person," Ye Zhen approached at this mont.

"I wasn’t asking you," Yang Jian replied.

Ye Zhen pretended not to hear and continued, "This place witnessed the battle of two unrivaled beings from this world. Why not call it the God Slaying Battlefield? Our legend will live on in this world. Then, we establish a monunt at the entrance, and I’ll inscribe it for posterity’s admiration and veneration."

"..."

Li Yang and Wang Yong looked at Ye Zhen weirdly from the side.

"I refuse," Yang Jian said. "That would undoubtedly mar our legacy with infamy."

"This place harbors too many supernatural and horrific elents, resembling hell. Moreover, its layout quite resembles an apartnt. How about we call it Hell Apartnt?"

Hell Apartnt.

A new na replacing the Ghost Post Office, signifying a new beginning.