Mysterious Revival

No one could have imagined that the recipient appearing on the seventh night was actually an invisible presence.

The group could only hear the sound made by that recipient and determine their position through the sound; other than that, no other means could touch the recipient.

Unable to touch them meant the red letter in Yang Jian’s hand could not be easily delivered.

“If four chairs are placed in the correct positions, they can indeed trap a person in the middle. These chairs could even stop a fierce ghost before, so it shouldn’t be too difficult to trap this recipient,” Zhou Deng contemplated, finding Yang Jian’s idea quite ingenious.

It has a certain degree of feasibility.

“So now, the most important thing is to move the chairs to trap this recipient? This shouldn’t be too hard,” Li Yang thought, then looked towards a spot in the middle of the hall.

Just now, the recipient’s footsteps had stopped there, with no further movements yet.

“We need four people to move the chairs together. If we move quickly enough and the positions are correct, we can easily lock it down,” Yang Xiaohua said. She also thought the difficulty wasn’t high and was confident they could do it.

Right now, they had four people who could take action.

Yang Jian, Zhou Deng, Yang Xiaohua, Leuk Qingqing.

Li Yang had lost an arm and both legs in the previous supernatural incident and could now only sit by like a disabled person, unable to move freely.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s move. This recipient won’t linger in the ancient manor forever, and we don’t have much time,” Yang Jian said.

The group did not waste any words and started moving immediately.

Each of them moved a black Taishi Chair, swiftly approaching a direction in the middle of the hall.

The four chairs quickly closed in, trying to trap an invisible person and block their escape.

But during the approach, the invisible recipient moved again, with faint footsteps sounding in the hall, as the previously paused recipient began walking.

“Bang!”

The black Taishi Chair Yang Xiaohua was carrying was suddenly hit by something, knocked out of her hands, and fell to the ground.

The footsteps passed by her side, giving her a cold sweat, and then the footsteps gradually receded towards the courtyard area.

“That recipient knocked over a chair; it works. This chair can block that recipient,” Li Yang exclaimed with wide eyes, quickly saying.

None of them could touch the recipient, but the fact that the chair was knocked over meant Yang Jian’s earlier judgment was correct; the black Taishi Chair indeed functioned as a medium to contact that invisible presence.

“The recipient is leaving the ancient manor, heading outside,” Leuk Qingqing quickly said.

Zhou Deng quickly moved a chair and walked over briskly, “Quiet. We need to identify the recipient’s position by the footsteps.”

The ancient manor became quiet again.

No one made extra noises; instead, they swiftly moved chairs while chasing a footstep sound, only able to estimate the recipient’s position through the sound since they couldn’t pinpoint it.

Luckily, the ancient manor wasn’t particularly large, so once a general position was confirmed, it was easy to lock down.

“Bang!”

Zhou Deng quickly placed a Taishi Chair to block the passageway to the courtyard.

The chair landed, and an invisible supernatural force hit it, causing the chair to creak on the ground, retreating half a meter.

“It’s blocked,” Zhou Deng showed a trace of joy in his eyes.

“You guys, hurry.”

Others quickly brought chairs over.

Left, right, back.

Four chairs were placed at the courtyard, blocking routes in all four directions.

“Succeeded?” Yang Jian frowned, looking at the black Taishi Chair.

Although the layout succeeded, the black Taishi Chairs showed no signs of being moved or shaken, making it impossible to tell if they successfully trapped that recipient inside.

“I don’t know. This thing can’t be touched, and it’s hard to determine if it’s truly trapped,” Zhou Deng shook his head.

There was no proof.

“We’ll know by observing. If it’s trapped, the recipient won’t move,” Yang Xiaohua said.

But before she finished speaking.

A footstep appeared beside them. It didn’t head towards the main entrance but proceeded towards the right corridor, seemingly trying to enter deeper into the passage to a certain room inside.

“…”

Hearing this footstep, everyone else’s faces darkened.

Obviously, the earlier attempt to block it failed.

The recipient was not confined; the earlier position confirmation had a slight error, letting the recipient escape without being trapped.

“There’s still a chance. It seems the recipient is heading towards the rooms, which is a dead end. Once the recipient is inside, we can place the Taishi Chair at the passage and easily block the recipient’s exit,” Li Yang noticed the direction of the footsteps and urgently said.

No one spoke; they just quietly listened to the footsteps’ direction and silently followed along.

They needed to listen for position identification, requiring them to remain quiet.

Indeed.

As judged earlier, the footstep gradually walked into the right corridor, which had a total of four rooms on each side. These rooms were uninhabited and abandoned, temporarily used by ghost tamers on the first day. Those rooms were suspected to have something strange about them.

But now, with the ancient manor’s supernatural activities eliminated, the rooms were just normal rooms, with no anomalies.

As the footsteps entered the passage, Zhou Deng quickly placed the black Taishi Chair at the passageway and sat down immediately.

“Succeeded. That ghostly thing can’t go over unless it flies over my head; otherwise, there’s no way it can get past. I’ll be sitting here today. Yang, you guys handle the rest,”

Zhou Deng sat on the black Taishi Chair, blocking the recipient from leaving.

This approach was correct and secure.

This greatly extended the time for delivering the letter and narrowed the search area.

“Good, this is a good start. At least now we have enough time to slowly deal with this recipient,” Yang Jian nodded, indicating he could temporarily relax a bit.

At least they didn’t have to worry about the recipient leaving right away.

“The footsteps disappeared inside, seemingly entering a room. But that’s okay; we can check room by room,” Leuk Qingqing looked, seeing nothing and hearing no echoing footsteps.

It seemed that after entering, the recipient stood still in no particular spot.

However, all four room doors were partially open, indicating the possibility that the recipient entered any of them.

“Let’s place a chair at each room door, starting by checking the one in the back,” Yang Jian immediately walked into the corridor.

He dragged a black Taishi Chair down the passage.

While he couldn’t touch the recipient, the black Taishi Chair could.

The path quickly led to the end.

It was a wall of blue bricks.

Yang Jian encountered no obstructions, indicating the recipient didn’t pause in the corridor.

However, he wasn’t in a hurry, placing the black Taishi Chair at the door of the last room.

Then, Yang Jian brought the other chairs over, placing them in front of the second and the third room doors sequentially.

The third room wasn’t blocked since Zhou Deng’s chair needed to block the exit.

“As long as that invisible recipient moves, there will be disturbances from the chair,” Yang Jian said.

“Yang Jian, what if the recipient ignores the barrier of the wall?” Yang Xiaohua suddenly reminded.

“Then there’s nothing we can do about it, but that’s not something we should worry about,” Yang Jian replied. “We can only trust that the recipient will walk through spaces and not truly pass through walls like a phantom.”

“Let’s wait a moment, we’ll know the results soon enough.”

Zhou Deng said, “The recipient moves in a sporadic pattern, won’t stay in one place for too long.”

It seemed he was spot on, or perhaps Zhou Deng had discovered some pattern in the recipient’s movements.

Soon,

“Creak!”

The door of the third room silently opened and then closed again, as if there was an invisible person trying to exit the room.

The black Taishi Chair placed by the door was pushed aside, opening up a gap.

Footsteps continued to echo, as if the recipient was walking back.

“Good opportunity.”

Seeing this, Yang Jian hurriedly dragged the black Taishi Chair back, reducing its range to ensure the recipient would be blocked by him.

He retreated all the way, encountering no anomalies.

But when he was about to meet Zhou Deng, the black Taishi Chair suddenly wouldn’t budge.

It felt like it had crashed into an invisible corpse, obstructed, unable to move forward.

“Got you,” Yang Jian’s eyes flashed, glancing at Zhou Deng ahead.

Zhou Deng immediately felt a powerful push from behind the chair, almost tipping him over to the ground, the chair wobbling on the floor, seeming ready to topple at any moment.

Yet this black Taishi Chair also seemed to possess a certain supernatural power.

The chair shook violently, several times the intensity of the shake was enough to knock the chair over, but it never did.

Yang Jian pushed against the chair from behind.

With the front and back blocked, the recipient was trapped, stuck in the narrow passage, unable to move or leave.

“Success, this time we mustn’t let the recipient leave, otherwise it’ll be difficult to trap them again if they get out,” Leuk Qingqing immediately said.

“Simple words, but this is dangerous, the recipient you speak of is probably not a living person, but an invisible ghost. Now we’ve blocked the ghost’s path, who knows what will happen,” Zhou Deng shot a glance, saying.

Yang Jian said, “That’s why the letter must be delivered quickly. For now, we’ve only trapped the recipient, the next step is to make them appear and have a confrontation.”

“The only thing that can touch the recipient is this black Taishi Chair, so the key is still the chair.”

He immediately sat on the chair and said, “Zhou Deng, get up and make room on the chair, I need to interact with the sender of the letter.”

“I see, sharing a chair is the way to see the invisible person?” Zhou Deng immediately understood, standing up and vacating the space.

However, the black Taishi Chair was still shaking, being pushed.

The invisible sender had yet to sit down, still attempting to escape.

Yang Jian remained silent, his ghostly eye staring intently ahead.

He believed he could wait for this opportunity, the recipient would definitely sit down, and once they did, he had reason to believe the invisible person would surface.

This was an understanding of the supernatural, not a blind guess.

Time passed bit by bit.

The recipient was trapped, unable to escape, the black Taishi Chair was pushed away several times but was always forced back by Zhou Deng.

The chair was like two walls, completely sealing off the path forward and backward.

“How is it, have you seen the sender?” Yang Xiaohua asked.

“Not yet.”

Yang Jian glanced at the red balloon in her hand: “This thing might come in handy later, get ready.”

“Alright.” Yang Xiaohua nodded solemnly.

It lasted for about half an hour.

The time was now one in the morning.

The black Taishi Chair ceased its rocking, as though the recipient had tried everything in vain and finally chose to give up.

Footsteps continued to echo, reverberating.

It could be deduced that the recipient was pacing and lingering in place.

The sound sent a chill down the spine because Zhou Deng was right. Judging by the recipient’s numerous behaviors, this was definitely not a person but a ghost. If it were human, there’s no reason the black Taishi Chair would’ve stopped them.

At this height, any living person could easily step over it.

Only a ghost would move so awkwardly, without adaptability.

But whether the recipient was human or ghost didn’t matter to Yang Jian; all he needed was to deliver the letter.

A few more minutes passed.

The hurried pacing sound ceased, the trapped recipient fell into a state of quiet, seemingly standing still once again.

Yang Jian wasn’t in a hurry, he continued to patiently wait.

Soon.

From in front of him, a sudden sigh sounded.

The invisible recipient was sighing again.

Such lifelike emotions made the situation increasingly eerie.

“Still won’t sit down?”

Yang Jian was getting impatient. He even thought of picking up the chair and smashing it forward, forcing the ghost to sit down.

However.

This somewhat violent thought seemed temporarily unattainable.

“Creak!”

A faint sound came from the black Taishi Chair, as if something heavy pressed down upon it.

“Sat down.”

Zhou Deng immediately said, “So, do you see that ghost? Tell us what it looks like.”

Yang Jian had no time to answer him now.

For right in front of him, a blurry figure materialized from nothing, gradually becoming visible. It was unclear if he was deceived by his senses, or if this black Taishi Chair had some eerie power to reveal the supernatural in reality.

At this moment.

Yang Jian saw the recipient on the chair opposite, and the person across from him seemed to see him too.

The figure was becoming clearer, a familiar yet fear-inducing figure emerged.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com