Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian sat on the black Taishi Chair, with another chair directly opposite him.

Through this method, they trapped the recipient between these two chairs, unable to leave. After waiting for a while, the eerie and mysterious recipient finally emerged.

It was a vague figure, but it could still be discerned that the figure was sitting directly opposite Yang Jian, sitting upright.

This vague figure could only be seen by him; others couldn’t see it at all because they didn’t have the black Taishi Chair as a medium. Besides, this vague figure was becoming clearer, as if seeping over through the chair from some unknown supernatural place, or perhaps Yang Jian himself was also influenced.

Maybe it wasn’t the recipient who appeared. To the recipient, the one who appeared might be Yang Jian.

Entities that do not exist in reality seemed to intersect at this moment.

Yang Jian stared at the figure in front of him.

The blurry silhouette became increasingly real, and gradually the person’s appearance, facial features started to emerge.

Even before it fully revealed itself, Yang Jian could be sure that the recipient should not be a ghost.

Because the face looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. He was recalling, digging through past memories, seemingly trying to remember this small detail.

Where exactly had he seen this person before?

No.

To be precise, where had he seen this somewhat familiar face?

“Is it one of the portraits on the tombstones among the five old graves in Old Lin?” Yang Jian pondered, but quickly dismissed the thought.

Although there were indeed a few unfamiliar faces in the photos on the tombstones, none of them matched the person in front of him. To be more direct, none of the portraits on the tombstones looked as perfect as the person in front of him.

Yes.

Perfect.

To put it better, handsome.

This was a very handsome man, but his face was pale, as if devoid of blood, and his eyes conveyed a strange numbness. This numbness wasn’t the kind of emotionless void but seemed like numbness after enduring immense torment, suggesting that this recipient had undergone tremendous suffering.

“That’s right, I remember now.”

Yang Jian continued to gaze at the increasingly clear person in front of him, with more and more things resurfacing in his mind, until a flash of insight confirmed a memory fragment.

He hadn’t met this person, but he had seen this person’s portrait.

This person’s portrait had appeared on the wall of the living room in Apartment 31 of Dachuan City.

It was an oil painting portrait or perhaps a photograph from the Republic of China Period, depicting a handsome young man dressed elegantly.

“That person should be dead, so why would he appear here?” Yang Jian’s mind was filled with confusion and puzzlement.

The figure that emerged was now almost in a real state but seemed to be subjected to interference and obstruction, with incomplete presentation in some parts of his body, the missing places remaining vague.

“There is no such man among the ownerless graves, so is this man the seventh person of this mansion?”

“Then what is his relationship with that old lady in Apartment 31?”

A mystery surfaced.

There seemed to be some connections; this ancient mansion, Apartment 301, and the Ghost Post Office were all intertwined, stirring stories of ghost tamers from the Republic of China Period.

This thought had barely emerged in Yang Jian’s mind before he quickly suppressed it.

Thinking about these things was meaningless.

Without hesitation, Yang Jian immediately took out the red letter and attempted to place it in the recipient’s hand.

As long as the delivery was successful, this task would be complete, and the rest would be simple.

However, the recipient’s numb eyes slightly turned, staring at the red letter in Yang Jian’s hand, and did not reach out to take it. Those hands never lifted, yet after a moment of silence, a light sigh was uttered, a sigh filled with loneliness, helplessness, and a sense of relief.

“He can see my letter.”

“But he doesn’t want to receive this letter.”

“His sigh indicates that the content of the letter is unimportant; the red letter is more like a signal, a means of communication for ghost tamers from the Republic of China Period.”

“The moment the signal appears, he understands everything.”

Yang Jian observed the expression changes on the face in front of him. A sigh and a look could analyze a lot of information.

It was evident that this delivery task was simply to convey a signal.

As soon as the red letter appeared in front of this recipient, the Ghost Post Office’s goal had already been achieved.

Yang Jian didn’t care much, whether this person wanted the letter or not.

He immediately placed the red letter into the hand of the person in front of him.

The moment the letter left his hand.

The Ghost Post Office’s delivery task was complete.

“The red letter disappeared.”

Yet, in the eyes of others, the red letter Yang Jian was holding eerily vanished from view after leaving his hand.

As if taken by an invisible person.

“It’s successful. The delivery task is complete,” said Leuk Qingqing.

“Thrills with no danger, truly wonderful,” Yang Xiaohua breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that she survived this delivery task.

Unbelievable that an ordinary person like her could even possibly reach the fifth floor of the post office.

“Is that all?” Zhou Deng glanced around, finding the conclusion of this matter disappointingly anticlimactic, expecting something unexpected to happen.

It turned out to be safer than the past few days, with the delivery process virtually hazard-free.

However, when the letter reached the hand of the person opposite Yang Jian.

An unexpected terrifying scene unfolded.

The person in front began to undergo a bizarre transformation. His body started aging, as if time sped up on him, with the skin beginning to wrinkle, spots appearing, and hair falling off… The once youthful, mysterious man now seemed like an aging, decaying corpse.

Moreover, the face underwent an unimaginable change.

That face was no longer youthful but resembled an old man’s, causing Yang Jian to feel a jolt of horror.

Because this old man was the exact person he had buried the day before yesterday.

The two of them were the same person.

One was the youthful version, and the other, an old deceased version.

It’s unknown why, but the elderly died, while the young one became the recipient, wandering in this mansion in a state of inconceivable existence.

Soon.

The young man completely vanished, leaving only the decayed old man on the opposing Taishi Chair.

The stench of decay permeated the air, a chilling aura spread.

A corpse of an old man suddenly emerged, clutching that red letter in its hand, but now, that red letter appeared as though it had been preserved for many years, with even the envelope slightly aged and faded.

No longer vibrant.

“Yang Jian, what’s going on?” Zhou Deng was startled, stepping back repeatedly.

He also saw the corpse on the black Taishi Chair.

That was clearly the old man’s corpse from the coffin.

Why.

Why did the old man’s corpse suddenly appear right in front of us, could it be that the recipient was it?

“Didn’t I bury this corpse earlier? How did it end up here?”

Leuk Qingqing and Yang Xiaohua’s eyes also widened in terror, instinctively taking several steps back, not daring to approach the old man’s corpse.

They couldn’t comprehend the situation.

Just as Zhou Deng had said, they had together buried the old man in the coffin yesterday, burying it deep, and the old man in the coffin was very still, not moving.

How did it get out today?

Or perhaps, as soon as we left, the old man had already returned as a fierce ghost and climbed out of the coffin, now returning to the old mansion.

Is this what is meant by the Night of the Returning Spirit?

Not only were they shocked.

Yang Jian, having witnessed all these changes personally, was also very shocked. He felt that this letter seemed to have signaled something significant; otherwise, how could a mere letter cause a handsome, mysterious man to instantly become a wrinkled, deathly still old man’s corpse?

“Captain, let’s leave quickly. We’ve delivered the letter successfully, and there’s no need to linger here any longer,” Li Yang hurriedly shouted.

This old man’s corpse is very dangerous.

If it turns into a fierce ghost, it will be the fiercest of them all.

So the best method after completing the letter delivery is to get away, leave this place far behind, and never return.

“Go.”

Yang Jian didn’t dare to stay either; he thought this letter delivery task was very complicated and broadly connected.

Thus, he quickly bypassed the old man’s corpse sitting on the black Taishi Chair in front of him and rapidly distanced himself.

He went to the main hall, directly grabbed Li Yang, carried him on his back, and said to the others, “Follow me.”

The others dared not hesitate, quickly following him.

They left the main hall, followed the courtyard, and went to the front yard, attempting to leave. They didn’t dare run straight outside because there were fierce ghosts in the Old Lin outside as well.

Now that the letter delivery task was completed, leaving alive became crucial.

“Burn the letter paper and see if we can return to the post office directly,” said Yang Jian.

Yang Xiaohua had prepared the letters in advance. She immediately lit one black letter paper with a flame.

The black letter paper burned like a black incense stick, and a plume of smoke wafted and gathered together, making a bizarre winding path appear. At the end of this path stood an old building, and from afar, neon lights of various colors could be seen lit up in front of the building.

“The post office’s path appeared. We really succeeded in delivering the letter,” Yang Xiaohua said excitedly.

Previously, they had worried that the post office path wouldn’t open after a successful delivery, but now it appeared the path did appear.

The post office’s retreat method was indeed effective even in such a place.

“Path? What path? I don’t see any,” Zhou Deng suddenly said.

He couldn’t see the path to the post office,

because he wasn’t a messenger, unable to use this road to get to the post office.

“No time to care about that,” Leuk Qingqing said, quickly stepping onto the path, trying to make her way back to the post office.

But then a terrifying scene unfolded.

The path to the post office in the distance began to disappear, like something was affecting it, making it impossible for the road to stay intact.

From nearby, it felt as though the entire path was being wiped away by something.

“What’s happening?” Leuk Qingqing frightenedly stepped back.

Since the road ahead had broken and vanished, she feared if she continued, she might disappear too.

“That thing’s coming,” Yang Jian said cautiously, his face immediately turning somber.

He recognized this paranormal erasure ability.

It came from that old man’s body.

Now.

The old man was likely really returning as a fierce ghost.

“Bang! Bang!”

Two loud sounds came from within the old mansion, as if the black Taishi Chair had collided and fallen to the ground with a thud.

The chair moved.

This indicated that the old man’s corpse on the chair also moved.

“The Night of the Returning Spirit is here; surely the old man has returned as a fierce ghost. But no matter how much I guessed, I never thought he would return this way,” Yang Jian took a deep breath.

“Let’s leave this old mansion first. Worse comes to worst; we can catch a paranormal bus on that road,” Zhou Deng suggested.

He also felt things were turning for the worse.

He tried to open the front door,

only to find that the door, which once opened easily, was stuck as if jammed and wouldn’t budge an inch.

“The front door won’t open,” Zhou Deng looked at Yang Jian, showing a hint of shock.

“What about climbing over the wall? The wall isn’t high,” Yang Xiaohua proposed.

Li Yang replied, “Climb the wall? You think that’s a good idea? If the door won’t open, climbing over the wall won’t get us out. This whole mansion is already affected by the paranormal. You might just climb from the front hall to the main hall; if you don’t believe me, I’ll show you.”

Saying this, he casually tossed a small item from his body.

The object flew over the courtyard wall, but instead of making a sound outside, it echoed from inside the old mansion behind them.

“Did you hear that? The thing I threw didn’t land outside; instead, it landed inside the mansion. In other words, we’re all trapped now,” Li Yang explained.

He had experienced many paranormal events, so he wasn’t surprised by such occurrences.

In such places, everything was chaotic.

“No matter how bizarre a place is, there’s always an exit. Finding it means leaving,” Zhou Deng said, rubbing his chin. “This is a paranormal loophole. I understand.”

Yang Jian gave him a surprised look.

Although Zhou Deng’s explanation wasn’t very clear, he was right.

All paranormal places have a gap connecting them to reality, but this gap is very hard to find. Rather, it’s nearly impossible to find, and ordinary people would be trapped forever.

“The courtyard, we can leave through the courtyard,” suddenly, Leuk Qingqing spoke, her voice unfamiliar.

Yang Jian looked at her.

Leuk Qingqing appeared confused, “Did I just speak?”

“Are you losing control again?”

Yang Jian frowned; the voice just now seemed peculiar, not like Leuk Qingqing’s own, but rather like that of a Republic of China Period woman.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com