Mysterious Revival

The three couriers who emerged from the wardrobe in the room were down on their luck to have run into Yang Jian at this moment.

Originally, they could have spent the night hiding safely in the wardrobe, but now it was uncertain whether they could even survive.

Yang Jian had merely launched a probing attack, yet it was enough to make Wang Feng, the leader of the three, feel deeply troubled, even prompting him to immediately utter words of conciliation.

But just this wasn’t enough to discourage Yang Jian from taking further action.

Seeing Yang Jian approaching again, Wang Feng had already steeled himself for desperate measures.

Conflicts between couriers were a common occurrence in the Ghost Post Office; it was nothing unusual. Wang Feng had experienced plenty of skirmishes and clashes on his way up to the fourth floor. The difference had always been that he was the victor.

But this time seemed different.

Wang Feng’s two companions stood to either side, watching him as if waiting for his decision.

Would they fight to the death, or would they surrender and admit defeat? He needed to decide quickly.

“The odds aren’t in our favor. This guy in front of us is absurdly strong, not to mention the eagle, the woman who survived being hit with the wooden mallet, and the one blocking the door.”

Wang Feng quickly assessed the disparity between the two sides.

It was evident they were at an absolute disadvantage.

Though they were couriers on the fourth floor, one couldn’t forget that their opponent was as well.

Among couriers who had made it upstairs, aside from the occasional lucky ones, there were none who were easy to deal with.

However, conceding and handing over the wooden mallet wouldn’t necessarily resolve the conflict. The opponent might turn against them, kill them off anyway.

Yang Jian gave them no time to think. He attacked again.

This time, he targeted the man who had just blocked the Ghost Shadow.

The ghost that man controlled seemed to possess a Ghost Domain. Earlier, he had used the Ghost Domain—though its scope wasn’t large, it was certainly remarkable, as it managed to repel the complete Ghost Shadow. Unfortunately, it couldn’t last long, maintaining itself only for a brief moment.

But this also proved that the man was only controlling a single ghost and, thus, was merely a novice among ghost tamers.

“Oh no.”

The man’s expression suddenly changed as if realizing something.

He felt something unusual within his body, as if something was crawling around inside. A wave of intense nausea surged up.

He bent over, dry heaving. Yet, nothing came out. Instead, a blackened, icy hand stretched out from his mouth. It wasn’t just one spot—he could feel the same eerie movements in multiple parts of his body.

Even those next to him could see the outlines of hands crawling beneath his skin.

It was as if an evil spirit had invaded his body, sending chills down everyone’s spines.

“What’s happening?” Qu Hongtao exclaimed in shock from the side.

“It’s a supernatural attack,” Wang Feng muttered in astonishment, lifting his gaze to Yang Jian.

There was no doubt that this was his doing.

But before anyone could react, Yang Jian was already in front of them. Without resistance, he grabbed the man by the neck and lifted him off the ground with a single hand.

“Dammit.”

Wang Feng hesitated for only a moment but realized he had already fallen into a passive position. He no longer contemplated whether peace was still attainable. At this moment, if he didn’t rescue his companion, then even a potential truce would mean little.

Clutching the wooden mallet, he charged forward once more, intending to force Yang Jian back, just as he did before.

But this time, he wasn’t so lucky.

Without the help of his teammates, Wang Feng was immediately enveloped by the Ghost Shadow, which invaded his body in an instant.

Before he could make a move, he froze in place. His body lost all sensation and was paralyzed. At the same time, an icy, cold aura enveloped him completely, even seeping into his mind.

“Did you really believe that the three of you, working together, stood a chance against me?”

Yang Jian spoke with an expressionless face, his gaze shifting toward the remaining Qu Hongtao.

“This… this…”

Qu Hongtao froze on the spot, unsure of what to do.

There was no point in making a move now. The fight had ended before it even began. His two companions hadn’t even had the chance to counter before being subdued. Even with him joining in, it would make no difference.

With a light squeeze of his hand, the man Yang Jian was holding let out a painful groan. It felt as though his neck would snap at any moment. However, what terrified him most was that the supernatural force inside him had suddenly gone silent, ceasing all activity.

This person in front of him hadn’t just subdued him; he had also subdued the ghost within him.

“The gap in strength is unbelievable,” the eagle muttered, stunned.

Mere moments ago, Wang Feng and his team had managed to repel Yang Jian, creating the illusion of being evenly matched. Yet this time, they lost so quickly and so thoroughly. Yang Jian appeared to be using the same supernatural abilities, so why was the result so different?

Li Yang, on the other hand, was unsurprised.

He understood that the captain had merely been testing the trio’s capabilities earlier. Now that he had gauged their abilities, the second encounter required only minor adjustments for an effortless victory, without any unnecessary effort.

Any outsider wouldn’t grasp the subtleties of such an encounter.

Only a skilled ghost tamer could comprehend just how terrifying such ease of action truly was.

“Now, let’s see what you know,” Yang Jian said without wasting any words, using the Ghost Shadow to invade Wang Feng and extract his memories.

Information from a fourth-floor courier could still prove useful to him.

Previously, he had considered invading the eagle’s mind, but Leuk Qingqing had dissuaded him from doing so.

Now, with a better candidate, he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass.

“T-The wooden mallet is yours. Please spare us. Killing us won’t benefit you,” Wang Feng stammered under the suppression, struggling to speak.

Yang Jian remained silent. As he extracted Wang Feng’s memories, he also modified them, preventing Wang Feng from harboring thoughts of retaliation or covertly causing trouble later.

After all, Wang Feng wasn’t wrong—killing them at this time wasn’t ideal.

With ghosts lurking outside the doors, stirring up more chaos inside the room would make the night unbearable. Yang Jian himself might not mind, but he had to consider his team. The delivery mission hadn’t even begun yet; losing teammates prematurely wasn’t an option.

“See? If you had spoken like this earlier, it would’ve spared us all this trouble,” Yang Jian finally said, his voice cold. He released his grip and let the courier drop to the ground.

The Ghost Shadow slowly retreated from Wang Feng’s body.

The memory extraction was complete, and the modifications were successful.

Dealing with someone of this level posed virtually no risk.

Wang Feng’s expression shifted. He felt the icy presence inside him withdraw, and his mobility returned. Yet he couldn’t shake the sense that something fundamental within him had changed. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but the unease was palpable.

“He really let us go?” Wang Feng said, still somewhat incredulous.

Conflict among couriers was normally resolved in blood, with no quarter given once one side gained the upper hand.

“What’s the matter? Thinking of coming back for more?” Yang Jian asked.

“No, here. Take it. We apologize for what happened earlier.”

Though unwilling, Wang Feng handed over the wooden mallet.

Yang Jian took it and examined it briefly.

The mallet wasn’t large, resembling an old carpenter’s tool. The main difference was its worn appearance, with dried bloodstains marking its surface, evidence of its use as a murder weapon.

Undoubtedly, this was a supernatural object.

However, the cost of its use… Yang Jian probed Wang Feng’s memories but found no relevant information about its specific price.

The reason was simple—Wang Feng had acquired the mallet not long ago and had used it sparingly. He had yet to uncover its true cost.

“More trial and error, is it?”

Yang Jian sighed and tossed the mallet casually toward Li Yang.

“Hold onto this. It might help us fend off a ghost in a pinch.”

With the Firewood Knife and Coffin Nail in his possession, Yang Jian had no immediate use for the mallet, so he entrusted it to Li Yang to bolster his abilities.

“For me?” Li Yang looked surprised.

“No need for formalities within a team. Figure out how to use it. We still don’t know its cost, so don’t overuse it unless absolutely necessary,” Yang Jian replied.

“Understood, Captain,” Li Yang said happily, picking up the wooden mallet with a smile.

Having this supernatural item greatly increased his odds of survival.

Qu Hongtao, Wang Feng, and the other courier all darkened at the sight.

Something so critical for survival had been handed off so casually to another teammate, as if it were nothing more than a trinket.

“If there’s nothing else, we’ll return to the wardrobe,” Wang Feng said, clearly eager to leave.

Yang Jian, however, stopped him. “No, you’ll stay in this room.”

“You…” Qu Hongtao almost exploded in anger.

But the other two couriers quickly held him back, shaking their heads slightly to signal restraint.

They’d already suffered enough losses; it wasn’t worth risking their lives over this now.

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