Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian’s firewood knife triggered the medium, attacking the ghost in front of him. This supernatural attack seemed to cause some kind of conflict at this moment, creating a chain reaction. All the light bulbs in the fourth-floor corridor exploded simultaneously.

The lights that had been influenced by the ghost and lit up just moments ago also extinguished in an instant.

And this seemed to have triggered the ghost’s killing pattern.

Once the lights go out, death is inevitable.

A second before the darkness engulfed them, the Ghost Candle, which had just gone out, suddenly burned bright again.

The Ghost Candle in Li Yang’s hand behaved abnormally, burning at an astonishing rate, as if its time had been accelerated.

One second, two seconds, three seconds… In less than five seconds, the Ghost Candle had already burned more than halfway.

Moreover, the flame of the Ghost Candle was unusually large, as if it had been catalyzed.

“This burning speed… It’s absurd. Can it hold up?” Li Yang gasped, unable to suppress the urge to immediately light another candle.

If it’s too late, there won’t even be time to extend the burning.

But he only had one Ghost Candle left. He had given another to Sun Rui in the ground-floor lobby of the Ghost Post Office earlier.

“The ghost disappeared?”

At this moment, Yang Jian noticed that the terrifying ghost beside Wang Shan had disappeared after being struck by his firewood knife. Contrary to expectation, there was no dismemberment; instead, the ghost vanished the instant the light bulbs shattered.

This strike seemed to have failed to achieve the anticipated outcome.

There was something even more horrifying in the Ghost Post Office. The ghost in front of them wasn’t as simple as it seemed—it appeared to be connected to something else, not an isolated entity.

“Captain, the Ghost Candle won’t last much longer.” Li Yang shouted.

Yang Jian’s eyes shifted. “I see it. Although the ghost was repelled, its supernatural power remains. The curse of certain death upon lights extinguishing hasn’t disappeared and is still affecting us. The light of the Ghost Candle is counteracting this deadly curse triggered by the lights going out.”

“The burning speed is indeed remarkable, but we can only observe for now. If this Ghost Candle fails to withstand the curse, we’re all in danger.”

He immediately recognized the crux of the issue.

This situation was reminiscent of the time he used the Ghost Candle in the Caesar Hotel to combat the firewood knife’s curse, though the burning mechanism of this candle was different.

There, the Ghost Candle burned out instantly, while here it was burning continuously at a rapid speed.

“Will we die after this candle burns out?”

Faced with this chilling conclusion, the others widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the rapidly burning red candle in Li Yang’s hand.

Now, ten seconds had passed.

The Ghost Candle in Li Yang’s hand had burned down further and left barely a small segment. Its consumption rate seemed to have eased from its earlier frenzy, though the anxiety was still palpable.

Yet even this small segment of the Ghost Candle continued to burn.

The rate of burning slowed down again, as if the most critical danger had passed, leaving only the last traces of supernatural struggle against the candle’s light.

But even the faintest trace of this deadly supernatural curse could still be fatal—easily enough to eradicate Wang Shan and Yang Xiaohua, ordinary people.

The remaining Ghost Candle shortened further, leaving now barely three centimeters.

Yet the candle’s flame remained unaffected, burning brightly.

But this brightness came at the cost of over-consuming the Ghost Candle to persist.

“It’s still burning? We’re about to lose it. Isn’t there anything we can do?” Old Eagle asked anxiously.

A solution?

What kind of solution could possibly exist right now?

The ghost’s attack had already taken shape, the condition for certain death had been triggered, and everything now depended on the Ghost Candle to withstand. But the Ghost Candle was consumable—once burned out, there was no replacement. And Yang Jian didn’t have any additional candles on hand.

“If the Ghost Candle truly burns out and the ghost’s attack hasn’t dissipated, can I withstand such an inevitable elimination in my current state?” Yang Jian contemplated grimly, preparing for the worst and assessing his own ability to resist the supernatural.

Clearly, even he didn’t know for sure.

This pattern of inevitable death, he’d encountered before. Back then, though, it had been warded off by the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box or the surrogate doll.

Now…

Yang Jian had become an anomaly himself but had yet to personally experience such an inevitable attack.

After all, if he didn’t withstand it, wouldn’t that simply be courting death?

Two centimeters.

The Ghost Candle in Li Yang’s hand had reached its critical point. Only a tiny portion remained.

It seemed that fortune hadn’t entirely abandoned them this time.

After enduring more than ten seconds, the Ghost Candle reached the last two centimeters and resumed its normal burning pace, no longer accelerating as it had before.

“It stopped. The candle’s consumption rate has changed.” Yang Xiaohua, fixated on it, noticed the shift and exclaimed with joy.

“Is it safe now? Is everything okay?” Wang Shan muttered, staring blankly as the tension slowly unwound. It felt almost unreal.

His nerves had been stretched to their extreme; now he was dazed.

“Yang Jian, what does this mean now?” Old Eagle, still steady, glanced around and asked for clarity.

“Obviously, we burned through a significant amount of the Ghost Candle and blocked the curse of certain death caused by the lights going out. This attack appears to have been neutralized—it won’t affect us further. Fortunately, I extinguished the candle in time earlier, avoiding excess consumption; otherwise, the situation now would’ve been much less certain.” Yang Jian spoke calmly, though his forehead revealed a sinister crimson crack. It ran down his face, to his neck, and onto his chest… as though he were on the verge of splitting apart.

Thick, sticky blood seeped from the wound.

The side effect of using the firewood knife had surfaced.

The curse erupted on his own body as well.

These wounds didn’t only manifest on his physical body—his Ghost Shadow beneath his feet was also torn and splitting.

In this moment, he chose not to restart to repair himself.

Tonight was too dangerous, and Yang Jian decided to let the Ghost Shadow heal itself instead. If he used the restart function now, he wouldn’t be able to easily fight back should future threats arise.

After all, his ability to restart only covered himself for a few minutes at most.

The ultimate limit of this ability hadn’t been tested, but it was clear he couldn’t use it frequently. Otherwise, triggering further resurrection of the Ghost Eye would bring Yang Jian, this anomaly, even more trouble.

“Your face…” Leuk Qingqing noticed Yang Jian’s condition.

“I’m fine. Just a minor injury.” Yang Jian dismissed these wounds without concern.

He simply resolved that the firewood knife couldn’t be used lightly for the foreseeable future. If a second wave of curses erupted and the Ghost Shadow was further torn apart, its recovery speed would only diminish.

However, retaining his restart ability meant he could counteract the firewood knife’s curse once in a critical moment.

Alternating his abilities ensured he wouldn’t become vulnerable in a short time.

“That ghost has temporarily disappeared, but what happens next?” Li Yang’s worry resurfaced.

As long as the ghost wasn’t contained, it implied that it could reappear at any moment.

Because ghosts cannot be killed.

Even the firewood knife could dismember ghosts, but given some time, they would always regenerate.

The last bit of the Ghost Candle continued to burn, maintaining a surrounding radius of light and shielding the group from plunging into darkness anew.

The group huddled around this glimmer of flame, their expressions grim.

Yang Jian checked the time: it was only 6:57 PM.

This meant less than an hour had passed since the lights went out.

There were still eleven hours until dawn.

The length of time was suffocating and despair-inducing.

“We need to find a room that won’t light up and has a door to stay in. Being in the corridor is slightly better than room 402, but with the fourth-floor lights shattered, there’s no guarantee the ghosts in room 402 won’t go out of control,” Yang Jian analyzed.

At this juncture, Li Yang would need to utilize his Ghost Door Blocker ability.

The Ghost Door Blocker could isolate paranormal phenomena, offering some safety within a room.

The caveat was ensuring the room wouldn’t light up again—if the ghost was drawn over, that would be suicide.

“Which rooms are left? Which one seems safest?” Leuk Qingqing asked.

Yang Jian activated his Ghost Eye to survey the eerie atmosphere emanating from room after room.

These rooms each likely contained ghosts.

If fortune turned sour and they entered a deadly room, someone would undoubtedly perish.

Though Yang Jian, as an anomaly, wasn’t easily killed by ghosts, the Ghost Post Office was deeply perilous. Facing something genuinely terrifying could still carry deadly risks.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on Yang Jian, awaiting his decision.

The chaos they had just witnessed was fresh in their minds.

Yang Jian had more than enough ability to ensure their survival.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com