Mysterious Revival Chapter 813 780: Return to the Post Office

By the ti Yang Jian finished his al and was ready to return ho, it was already evening.

Xiong Wenwen's mother, Chen Shui, was very enthusiastic and offered to accompany him part of the way to express her heartfelt gratitude.

Considering they both lived in the sa residential area and it wasn't far, Yang Jian did not decline.

"Mr. Yang, you have been such a great help during this period. Without you, Wenwen might not have been able to co back to . Even though Wenwen has beco like this, he is still alive and as lively as before. I'm already very content," Chen Shui said as they walked along the road.

"As for the future, I'm asking Mr. Yang to please continue looking after Wenwen. He's still a child and doesn't know any better. If he says sothing wrong or offends you in any way, I hope Mr. Yang won't take it to heart."

"How could I possibly take offense at a child's words? Aunt Chen, you are worrying too much," Yang Jian responded in an even tone.

Chen Shui continued with a touch of worry: "Mr. Yang, does that an Wenwen will be alright from now on? Can he continue to live on like this?"

"Unclear. Within the Supernatural Circle, many people have unique experiences. How one may change, and for how long they may live, no one knows. Moreover, Xiong Wenwen has beco a special kind of exception. Although the future is uncertain, he is certainly in a much better state than before," Yang Jian said, choosing not to hide the truth.

"I understand."

Chen Shui nodded, ntally beginning to accept this reality.

However, at that mont, two streetlights by the roadside suddenly flickered and then went out entirely.

Yang Jian seed to notice and subconsciously stopped in his tracks. His eyes, faintly glowing red, turned towards the direction where the streetlights had gone out.

Between the two extinguished streetlights, where there should have been a green belt within the neighborhood, there now inexplicably lay a small path.

The path andered and grew increasingly dim as it wound deeper, and at its intricate end, a five-story building in the architectural style of the Republic of China Period lood indistinct through the mist, like a mirage, resembling a blurry projection in the distance. It was hard to see clearly, yet the neon sign above the building's entrance continued to flicker.

The garish neon lights gave off an eerie, secretive vibe.

"Mr. Yang, what's wrong?" Chen Shui, fixing her hair tousled by a cool breeze, asked curiously.

Standing still, Yang Jian furrowed his brow and said, looking towards where the lights had gone out, "There's a path there. Do you see it?"

"No, I don't see anything. Is sothing wrong?" Chen Shui felt puzzled.

Yang Jian had a realization.

This path would have been visible only to him; irrelevant others would not be able to see it.

"Aunt Chen, you can stop here. Go back ho imdiately. I have so personal matters to attend to," Yang Jian spoke.

"Of course, Mr. Yang, I'll leave you to your affairs. Feel free to co over for a casual al when you have the ti," Chen Shui said.

Yang Jian complied but did not say much else. His gaze was drawn to the suddenly erged mysterious path.

That path led to the Ghost Post Office.

He was in Dachang City, and the Ghost Post Office was in Dahan City, such a great distance apart. Yet, the influence of the Ghost Post Office could reach all the way here.

It was beyond comprehension.

After Chen Shui left, Yang Jian received a phone call.

It was from Li Yang.

After Yang Jian answered, Li Yang said anxiously, "Mr. Yang, there's trouble. The Ghost Post Office has appeared; a path has erged in front of , seemingly leading to the Ghost Post Office. I can already see the building from the Republic of China Period."

"Mr. Yang, what should we do now?"

"I'm facing the sa situation here. It seems the mission of the Old ssenger is about to begin. I hadn't expected the Ghost Post Office to appear in such an unfathomable way," Yang Jian said via the phone. "Get ready to join at the Ghost Post Office right away."

"Given the situation, if we do not follow the path back into the postal service, so kind of danger is likely to occur. The post office won't let the ssengers off that easily."

"Okay, I got it, but is it just us going, aren't we calling others?" Li Yang asked, thinking that the more people, the more power they have, and the safer it would be.

Yang Jian said, "No need, we've unexpectedly beco ssengers, others are not, they probably can't see the existence of that post office, so it's still going to be just the two of us going. Moreover, Sun Rui must have encountered the sa situation by now. Contact him and have him prepare to co to the Ghost Post Office."

"Okay, got it, Captain Yang," Li Yang said.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Jian imdiately hurried ho.

He needed to take with him so previously prepared items for safety in case he ran into another crisis.

However, when Yang Jian went ho to grab his stuff, it shouldn't have been an illusion that he felt the winding path leading to the Ghost Post Office was getting closer to him.

No, it wasn't the path moving toward him, but rather the building from the Republic of China Period, the Ghost Post Office, moving closer to him.

The distance was closing in.

That eerie building seed to be targeting every ssenger, and if you don't return to the post office, after it closes in on you, you'd probably be forced inside regardless.

This was sothing you couldn't choose to avoid.

Unless you are a top-tier ghost controller, who can open up the Ghost Domain to the fifth level, perhaps then you could avoid the influence of the Ghost Post Office.

Yang Jian didn't plan on delaying any further; he was fast in his actions, quickly arriving at the fifth floor of his ho, gathering his things, ready to leave.

"Jiang Yan, I need to go on a business trip, I won't be in Dachang City for a while," he called out.

"What?"

Jiang Yan, upon hearing the voice, rushed out of the room, but as soon as she got out, she saw Yang Jian heading out the door at a brisk pace, his figure swiftly disappearing from view.

Yang Jian stepped onto that winding path and sent a ssage to Feng Quan.

In his absence, Feng Quan would be temporarily in charge of the team.

After all, Dachang City needed soone in charge, how to arrange that, Yang Jian didn't bother with. He'd let Feng Quan handle it, as these matters were quite trivial compared to the current situation.

"This road does not exist in reality, yet it connects reality and the Ghost Post Office, transporting people into a Supernatural Space."

Yang Jian's gaze flickered slightly as he continued along this winding path.

The distance he walked wasn't long, but the Ghost Post Office in an incomprehensible manner was rapidly drawing nearer ahead of him.

He could feel the interference of Supernatural Power, unable to determine just how far the Ghost Post Office really was from the entrance of the path.

This phenonon wasn't new to Yang Jian; he'd encountered it more than once before, such as in the case of haunted paintings, so there was nothing particularly alarming about it.

Soon enough.

He once again stood at the entrance of the Ghost Post Office.

Neon lights flickering, the lights dazzling.

But the surroundings were enveloped in darkness, like fog, nothing else visible, no signs of life, as if the post office was everything here, isolated in so supernatural world.

Or perhaps, this Supernatural Space existed because of this Ghost Post Office.

"Now it's five thirty," Yang Jian checked the ti.

At six o'clock, the lights inside the post office would go out.

Then fierce ghosts would roam inside the building and also attack the people inside the post office, although the trigger conditions were unclear at the mont.

It might be because last ti Yang Jian wasn't a ssenger, yet he forcefully invaded the post office, or it might be because of a group of people staying in one room.

In any case.

Under these circumstances, Yang Jian absolutely cannot be targeted by that fierce ghost again, or it would be incredibly dangerous.

"Captain." Suddenly.

By the side of the post office's main entrance, the figure of Li Yang appeared, his expression slightly tense, as he too arrived at this place.

"It's about ti, let's go in." Yang Jian nodded his head and pushed open the large doors of the post office.

He and Li Yang once again entered the Ghost Post Office.

The old wooden floorboards creaked with each step, the air filled a cold, damp, and musty scent, and in the dim environnt, a few dim lights struggled to illuminate the surroundings.

On the walls to both sides hung a series of ancient paintings.

The portraits featured n and won, old and young, all different from one another.

Yet, these images exuded an indescribable eeriness in such an environnt.

As if the figures in the paintings were secretly watching you with an odd gaze.

It made one feel uneasy, inevitably leading to suspicious and paranoid thoughts.

"This is the first floor of the post office, the lobby..." Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly.

Li Yang asked, "According to our previous speculation, we should be on the second floor by now. Could it be that the red letter wasn't counted as part of the task? Does it not allow us to go to the second floor?"

"Let's go in and see."

Although Yang Jian had been here once before, he knew very little about this place, because the information he obtained from Wang Shan and Wan Xing was limited. They were newcors among the ssengers and could not truly touch upon the real secrets of the Ghost Post Office. Only the old ssengers upstairs might know more.

The two stepped on the worn wooden floor and delved deeper into the post office.

At this mont, the scene before their eyes changed.

The original first-floor room with a spiral layout had disappeared, rooms 11, 12, 13... all of these rooms no longer existed, replaced instead by a wide staircase several ters across.

The staircase was also wooden, made of the sa material as the floorboards they had previously walked upon, but it was enveloped in dimness, becoming darker the higher one went, eventually making it impossible to see what lay at the top of the stairs.

"The staircase has really appeared, Wang Shan was right. Once a ssenger ets the conditions to ascend, the staircase to the next floor will erge."

Yang Jian's gaze shifted subtly: "Given the previous situation, the structure within the Ghost Post Office, the lobby is shared. The first floor, second floor, third floor, each level is probably segnted, and without the correct path, you can't go upstairs. The probability for a ghost controller attempting to force their way up is indeed very low."

"Not to ntion the ordinary ssengers, they simply cannot resist the rules within the Ghost Post Office."

He looked behind him.

The dimly lit post office lobby was empty.

It seems Sun Rui had not yet arrived.

"Let's go upstairs first." Yang Jian did not hesitate and imdiately stepped on to the wooden staircase, heading upstairs.

Li Yang naturally followed.

Having joined Yang Jian's team as an official mber, it was natural for him to act together, and he had no complaints, always obedient to Yang Jian's orders.

However, having only recently entered the Supernatural Circle, Li Yang was not seasoned enough, lacking in both courage and experience.

The wooden staircase bore a resemblance to walking on the winding path they encountered before.

One's sense of distance and space felt muddled due to so supernatural influence.

It seed like they had only ascended a dozen or so steps, but in reality, even Yang Jian had no idea where they had actually entered.

Looking ahead, everything was still shrouded in darkness; the darkness concentrated deeper in, turning into pitch blackness, blocking all sight, and the sa was true when looking back.

Now, the only thing visible was this section of the staircase.

"Creak, creak."

The noise from Yang Jian stepping on the stairs seed even louder, and he could even feel the staircase shaking, as if it might collapse or break apart at any mont, very unsafe.

But.

In a Supernatural Space, the sensation of impending collapse never truly materializes.

This staircase wasn't maintained by the wood itself, but was shaped by so sort of supernatural force erosions.

"Stop."

Suddenly.

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed; he suddenly saw a person on the staircase ahead.

He wasn't sure if it was a person.

Because the person was lying on the stairs, in a prone and fallen posture.

But that person's attire was old-fashioned, not from this era, sowhat resembling the Republic of China Period suits, and the body was so rigid that it did not move at all, seemingly devoid of breath.

"Could it be a ghost?" Li Yang whispered cautiously.

"It might just be a corpse. Of course, we don't rule out the possibility of a ghost, let's go over and have a look. We'll discuss what to do if sothing happens."

Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly; he didn't turn and flee at the sight of a corpse lying on the staircase, but instead approached boldly.

Even if it were a ghost, as long as the ghost's killing rules are not triggered, the likelihood of being targeted is still low.

Upon getting a bit closer.

He saw the dead person even more clearly.

It was indeed a corpse.

With a pale complexion, so areas bruised, the body cold, as if it had been dead for several days.

But judging from the clothing, it seed as though the person hadn't just died a few days, but rather had been dead for a very long ti.

The body wasn't decomposed, and Yang Jian couldn't determine how many days the person had been dead.

All he knew was that, at the mont, this person posed no threat.

Because there was no movent.

"A false alarm, ignore this body and continue forward." Yang Jian said.

The two did not linger for too long.

Wishing to proceed to the second floor, they also feared staying here too long, in case so unforeseeable danger occurred.

Although the corpse just now posed no threat, its appearance had already cast a shadow over their hearts.

After all, there were indeed vengeful ghosts within the Ghost Post Office.

As Yang Jian and Li Yang left,

The corpse that had been lying quietly on the stairs, rigid and immobile, sohow slid down a few steps under mysterious circumstances.

The body remained in the sa position as before.

It was as if nothing had happened at all.