Mysterious Revival-Chapter 822 - 789: The Anomaly That Sneaked into the Room

Just looking around, enveloped by the black fog, Yang Jian felt a very strong sense of crisis, as if the fog hid some indescribable danger.

He looked up at the ceiling.

The light in the room was not turned off at this time, even though it was supposed to be daytime outside, the lights were still on inside the room.

Yang Jian had somewhat figured out some of the rules within the post office.

Places where the lights are on are definitely safe zones—such as the first-floor room, the second-floor corridor... While places where the lights are off are very likely to have ghosts appear.

"Is this a third-floor room? It feels very special."

Li Yang now looked a bit grave: "I feel like there are countless rooms."

"These rooms are probably not real, likely conjured by the influence of the Ghost Domain on matter. But I'm curious, the lights are on during the day—could it be that there's something dangerous hidden behind these black walls, and that's why we need the lights on to protect the messengers?"

Yang Jian reversed his thinking, inferring the opposite.

"That's very possible." Li Yang suddenly felt a chill.

Behind those black walls might be something connected to a terrifyingly dangerous place.

"We can't afford to joke about this. If there is danger in this room, then where else can we stay?"

That man named Liu Mingxin, who had just entered the room, now looked pale and startled.

"Even if there is danger, staying in the room seems to be the only option. At least there are lights. Once it gets to six o'clock in the evening when the post office turns off its lights, fierce ghosts will wander outside, and it will be even more perilous."

Yang Xiaohua said: "Moreover, I believe that since the third floor of the post office is designed with these rooms, there must be a reason. It's not likely they'd let us move in only to be killed. And, based on my personal experience from the first floor to the second, there has never been an incident where a messenger died bizarrely within the rooms."

"So I still believe this room is safe, at least within this eerie post office."

"A good analysis, your mind is very rational." Yang Jian glanced at her, agreeing with what Yang Xiaohua had said.

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"However, that is just one aspect. While the Ghost Post Office provides a safe room, I believe it's also a form of threat. If anyone touches some taboos within the post office, I reckon this room will no longer be a safe area, but will turn into an extremely terrifying paranormal zone, just like what happened on the second floor before."

The others shuddered upon hearing this.

This speculation was grounded, not a mere guess out of thin air.

"Everyone rest for now. We will decide on our next move in a few days, and until then, you remaining few must follow my orders. Absolutely no reckless actions."

Yang Jian reiterated the warning with a stern look to remind them once again.

"Understood, understood."

Yang Xiaohua, Wang Shan, Liu Mingxin, and Cai Yu all dared not resist.

The six people thus temporarily settled down in Room 32.

While Yang Jian continued his investigation of the Ghost Post Office.

Elsewhere.

In Dahai City, inside the Mingzhu Building where the supernatural forum was located.

"How is it going, has the boss come out today?"

Ah Wu from the supernatural forum came into Ye Zhen's office and inquired about the situation from the manager.

"Last time, President Ye spent several days in Fushou Garden digging for something. He didn't find any treasures, instead, unearthing several corpses, almost causing a paranormal incident. It was with great difficulty that I persuaded him to stop such reckless actions. Now, he has locked himself in the safe room, and who knows what he's doing."

"It's been four days. President Ye hasn't even watched any anime; occasionally, I hear the sound of hammering and punching inside, probably using a ghost as a punching bag to vent."

Ah Wu said, "It seems that the matter with Yang Jian has greatly affected him. I'm quite worried something might go wrong with the boss."

The manager nodded, and turned to look at a painting hanging on the office wall.

It was printed out recently.

In the painting, a person lay on the ground like a dead dog, not moving at all.

And that person was none other than their supernatural forum's boss, Ye Zhen.

This masterpiece had already spread throughout the paranormal circles.

Claiming to be invincible, Ye Zhen could be said to have been thoroughly disgraced, but he insisted on hanging this painting in the office, muttering to himself about washing away the disgrace someday, and spouting things like "how the mighty have fallen, but they will rise again," and "don't underestimate the youth's ability to grow rich."

The provocation was indeed immense.

"However, these are all minor issues. As long as President Ye is alive and kicking, Dahai City will always belong to the supernatural forum, and others wouldn't dare to intervene." The manager then added.

"Speaking of which, any news about Yang Jian recently? His condition must be very bad; I wouldn't be surprised if he drops dead any moment."

Ah Wu shook his head and said, "Yang Jian is doing well. After returning to Dachang City, he started the Captain plan and quickly gathered six teammates. The list includes Li Yang, Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Huang Ziya, Zhang Han, and that Xiong Wenwen who had a mysterious resurrection. I've had someone prepare all the details, and they will be sent over shortly."

"A team of seven? That's another force on the level of the supernatural forum."

The manager's eyes flickered, then he sighed, "Yang Jian is becoming a force to be reckoned with. Right now, he should be considered the headquarters' first team. Fortunately, due to the incident with the friend circle last time, there has been a rift between him and the headquarters; otherwise, if one day the headquarters summons him to deal with us, that would be bad news, especially considering Wei Jing is also a significant figure."

"Balance is the most important, isn't it? The headquarters wouldn't dare to monopolize power. I believe the indulgence shown to Yang Jian is intentional by the headquarters," Ah Wu said.

"That's right, a Yang Jian who doesn't follow orders is more suited to the current situation than an obedient Yang Jian. If the headquarters had Yang Jian, Ye Zhen, and Wei Jing, three top ghost controllers, along with second-tier Captain-level individuals, then international pressure would mount. After all, overseas headquarters are eyeing us eagerly. If they see us becoming too powerful, they might join forces to suppress us."

The manager said that he had been paying attention to the foreign situation recently and commented on the current state of affairs from this perspective.

While they were chatting.

In the neighboring safety house.

"Bang! Bang!"

Dull thumping noises came from inside the house, as if someone were hammering iron or throwing punches.

This kind of noise had already lasted for several days.

Ye Zhen, at this moment, was wearing a filthy, mud-smeared shirt, his hands covered with blood and grave soil, as if he was hammering at something.

At this moment.

The noise stopped.

Only then did Ye Zhen pick up a pitted and slightly twisted long sword from the workbench.

This sword was a handicraft, nothing special.

But through his efforts over the past few days, he had forcibly hammered a ghost into the sword.

On one side of the sword was branded the twisted imprint of a fierce ghost, a cracked ghost face, terrifying and cold, that just one glance could strike a living person dead on the spot.

"This sword must not be seen; to see it means certain death. Perfect for countering Yang Jian's 'Ghost Eye'," Ye Zhen said as he closed his eyes and reached out to touch the sword.

The ferocious ghost on the sword twisted and struggled, trying to break free.

But some supernatural force confined the ghost, forcibly imprisoning it within an ordinary sword blade.

The sword is the vessel.

The fierce ghost is the truly terrifying source.

Stimulated by Yang Jian, the adolescent Ye Zhen began to make great efforts to forge ahead, and in just a few days he had crafted an item imbued with supernatural powers, specifically to counter Yang Jian.

"I will make a scabbard out of gold so I can carry it with me at all times. With such a weapon, I, Ye, am bound to rule the world," Ye Zhen nodded to himself, thinking he was a genius.

If he couldn't dig up a Coffin Nail or find a supernatural weapon, couldn't he just make one himself?

However, this still wasn't quite up to Ye Zhen's highest satisfaction. He felt the sword being merely invisible wasn't enough; if it could be combined with something else more lethal, that would be even better.

"No rush, let me, Ye, ponder it slowly."

Ye Zhen began to rack his brains again, preparing to add something extra to the supernatural weapon he had made.

Inside the Ghost Post Office.

Unknowingly, Yang Jian and the others had been on the third floor for a day.

Besides them, no other messengers appeared on the third floor.

As night fell, the lights on the third floor went out.

The room was still lit, the yellowed light providing a sense of protection to everyone.

Li Yang was seated by the door; as usual, he and Yang Jian took turns keeping watch through the night.

Who could rest easy in such a place?

That would be tantamount to having no regard for one's own life.

Yet tonight, Li Yang heard footsteps from outside on this floor.

Unlike the situation on the first floor, the footsteps didn't head towards Room 31 but instead seemed to wander by, with no intent to enter.

That made Li Yang extremely anxious.

In the pitch-black Ghost Post Office, footsteps at this hour mostly meant a fierce ghost was prowling around.

He guessed it was the Door-Opening Ghost that had appeared on the first floor, as the footsteps were similar.

But soon, Li Yang, seated behind the door, felt a sudden shock, as in the middle of the night, he heard a second set of footsteps.

These footsteps were like the sound of high heels walking.

Vastly different from the previous ones.

"How can this be? Are there two ghosts wandering around the Ghost Post Office at night? The Door-Opening Ghost and this one who wears high heels?" Li Yang's eyes narrowed as he sensed an inexplicable danger.

But the situation hadn't ended there.

The sound of the high heels didn't fade away but walked towards a certain direction on the third floor.

"Creak!"

An old wooden door opened, making the sound of wood friction.

The noise came from the darkness, exceptionally clear, probably from one of the rooms being opened.

The footsteps of the high heels gradually disappeared.

It seemed... they had entered one of the rooms here.

Then the creaking sound of the door closing came again; the door of that room closed.

"My God, a ghost has entered one of the rooms on the third floor," whispered Li Yang, who was on watch. He felt a chill all over, not sure whether to feel relieved or worried.

Relieved that the ghost with the high heels hadn't entered Room 31, yet anxious since he had no idea which room the ghost had entered.

Because the echo from outside made it hard to pinpoint, he could only confirm it wasn't near rooms 32 or 33.

As for the other rooms, the further back, the more likely it was that the ghost had entered.

Rooms 34 through 37 were all possibilities.

After these two sets of footsteps disappeared one after the other, the third floor of the Post Office returned to a deadly silence, as if nothing more were to happen.

The night passed quietly and safely.