Mysterious Revival

The ghost candle extinguished, and the last glimmer of light in the corridor vanished. The surroundings were once again enveloped in darkness.

However, in the final moments before the ghost candle went out, everyone caught sight of a strange yet terrifying silhouette standing in the corridor not far away. That thing descended from an unknown staircase and arrived on the fourth floor, now drifting in their direction.

An eerie greenish glow illuminated the figure, faintly revealing an old man, emaciated, clad in a black long robe and black cloth shoes.

He resembled a corpse that had been dead for seven days, resurrected and rising from its coffin.

Just a single glance caused a chilling sensation in their hearts, their bodies involuntarily trembling in fear.

This ghost is ruthless!

Yang Jian’s act of extinguishing the ghost candle had already revealed the grim reality.

If the ghost candle could fend off the fierce ghost, there would be no need to extinguish it. The fact that the candle was put out was proof enough that even if it continued burning, it would be of no help; it couldn’t stop this dreadful ghost from approaching.

“Don’t die here, no matter what.”

At this moment, Wang Shan shut his eyes tightly, pressing himself firmly against the wall, desperately trying to stay calm.

Yet, his forehead and back were drenched in cold sweat.

“Will it target me?”

Yang Xiaohua was equally gripped by fear. She, too, pressed herself against the wall, her hand instinctively clutching the corner of Yang Jian’s clothes nearby.

At this point, her life was no longer in her hands but in Yang Jian’s.

If he intervened, she might survive. If he chose to ignore her, there was no chance she’d make it through the night alive.

“Captain, what should I do?” In the darkness, Li Yang quickly asked, his tone tinged with urgency.

Facing a ghost this menacing, he could no longer maintain composure.

“Do nothing. Just stand against the wall. Don’t walk in front of that thing; leave the rest to me.” Yang Jian said, then stepped forward.

Yang Xiaohua felt her grip loosen as Yang Jian moved away in the darkness, distancing himself from her.

Without anything to rely on, her hand recoiled as if touching a searing iron, quickly retreating for fear of brushing against something she shouldn’t in the darkness. She pressed herself tightly against the wall.

The cold, solid surface of the wall offered her a faint sense of security.

After all, a ghost was unlikely to appear on the wall, and the post office walls were incredibly sturdy—even the ghost that rammed its head against the wall previously couldn’t damage them in a short time.

Leuk Qingqing and the veteran Eagle also stood pressed against the wall without a sound.

They knew all too well that their odds of surviving a direct confrontation with the fierce ghost were slim. Since that was the case, they might as well gamble on luck.

Maybe the ghost wouldn’t target them.

At the very back, Eagle could already hear the heavy footsteps drawing near, and the surrounding air began to shift, carrying an unshakeable stench of rotting flesh.

Even in the darkness where nothing could be seen, the minor details betrayed the truth.

The ghost was right in front of him.

If Eagle reached out his hand now, he might even be able to touch it.

But he held an old, worn gun, ready to fire at a moment’s notice.

“Its appearance is almost identical to the Door Knocking Ghost. Is this the vicious ghost that wanders within the post office at night?” Yang Jian gripped the cracked long spear in his hand tightly, standing in the corridor and blocking the ghost’s path.

In the darkness, his ghostly eyes emitted a faint red glow, flickering like sparks in the void.

He could see clearly.

The clothing, the corpse-like appearance—everything about this ghost closely resembled the Door Knocking Ghost he had previously confined.

But this ghost was more vicious. Yang Jian realized this the last time he encountered it and determined that this ghost followed two certain death rules.

Opening a door meant death. Turning off a light meant death.

Upon reflection, its killing methods were utterly devastating to messengers confined to rooms. If not for Li Yang blocking the door last time, escaping would not have been so easy.

“If I stay out in the corridor, where there’s no door and no light, does that mean its death rules wouldn’t trigger?” Yang Jian pondered.

If that were the case, he could avoid a direct confrontation with the ghost.

After all, the night had just begun. A comprehended ghost was far less dangerous than an unknown entity.

The ghost kept moving forward. It passed directly by Eagle without killing him, completely ignoring the man standing mere inches away.

This indicated that Eagle hadn’t triggered the ghost’s death rules. Though it seemed perilous, it was, in fact, safe.

The ghost continued ahead.

It ignored Leuk Qingqing as well, who was clad in a striking red qipao. Still, it did not specifically target her, now a ghost wielder.

“Safe for now?”

Yang Jian contemplated this and briefly considered stepping aside.

It wasn’t a good night for action.

If this ghost could simply wander through and leave, that outcome would be ideal for everyone—no conflict, no harm, and they’d safely endure the night.

After all, the Coffin Nail could hold only one ghost. If used here and another ghost attacked later, he wouldn’t have the nail to rely on anymore.

Yet he remained vigilant, fully prepared to act at a moment’s notice.

But right then, an inexplicable anomaly occurred as the ghost slowly neared Wang Shan’s position.

The ghost halted its steps and tilted its stiff, icy neck, lifting its lifeless head.

Huh?

Yang Jian paused, momentarily confused by the ghost’s peculiar behavior. His gaze instinctively followed the ghost’s raised head upward.

Above the ghost stood a single light.

No.

To be precise, it was a light bulb hanging from the ceiling of the corridor.

Since it was nighttime, naturally, the bulb was off.

But, astoundingly, as the ghost raised its head and fixed its hollow, sunken eyes on the extinguished bulb, it began to light up—gradually, not suddenly like when electricity is restored, but like a piece of heating iron gaining brightness slowly.

This ghost can manipulate the lights in the post office?

Yang Jian’s eyes narrowed, immediately sensing the severity of the situation.

If the light came on, the ghost from Room 402 might be drawn back here, and, most critically, with lit bulbs, this ghost’s death rule could trigger.

Turn off the light, and death follows.

“Move!”

At that moment, Yang Jian no longer hesitated. His previously motionless body sprang into action like an abruptly powered machine, surging forward.

The ghost eye fixated on the ghost with unwavering focus.

The split long spear in his hand, tipped with the Coffin Nail, stabbed directly at the ghost.

A simple movement.

No room for error. As long as the ghost was pierced, the Coffin Nail’s horrifying power would suppress it, rendering this Door-Opening Ghost a motionless corpse.

“Hit.” Yang Jian saw it with his own eyes—the Coffin Nail embedded in the ghost’s body.

But something felt off, unreal even.

It appeared to have hit its mark, yet there was no expected reaction, no familiar sensation.

The supernatural phenomenon lingered, undeterred.

The ceiling bulb above continued to brighten gradually, and the ghost showed no sign of lowering its head.

“Something’s really wrong with this ghost…” Yang Jian’s eyelid twitched.

The darkness receded slightly, allowing others to glimpse flickering light. Their silhouettes gradually emerged once again.

For a split second, they thought the situation had taken a turn for the better.

But upon seeing Yang Jian confronting the ghost, everyone froze in shock.

“Captain!” Li Yang shouted.

Yang Jian said, “Light the ghost candle. This ghost is affecting the corridor lights.”

Even as he spoke, his hands didn’t falter. A thick, dark shadow extended over the ghost’s footprint, ready to trigger the Firewood Knife’s curse and dismember the ghost.

Yet, just as he activated the medium…

The fourth-floor corridor was suddenly flooded with countless figures of all shapes and ages.

These people spanned various eras, both male and female.

They were all former messengers of the fourth floor.

Within these mediums, Yang Jian quickly spotted the ghost, yanked the Coffin Nail free, and swung the Firewood Knife.

With one stroke, he cleaved the spectral form in two.

The Firewood Knife unleashed its terrifying power.

The entire floor trembled as if the clash between supernatural forces caused a violent upheaval. Every bulb in the corridor shattered in sequence.

The newly lit bulb also burst instantly.

The death rule of “turn off the light and die” activated in that moment.

Everyone bathed in the light’s domain found themselves unable to escape.

But in that crucial moment, Li Yang once again lifted the ghost candle, igniting its eerie glow.

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