Mysterious Revival

The traitor has been exposed.

The potential danger has been neutralized, bringing a collective sigh of relief to everyone. Otherwise, if people kept dying suddenly every now and then under such immense pressure, the entire team would have been in disarray, with the casualties far exceeding just Qu Hongtao and Wang Shan.

Yang Jian’s sharp intuition and almost unbeatable terrifying abilities once again earned everyone’s trust and respect.

Even Wang Feng, who was deprived of his supernatural artifact earlier, had nothing to say now.

In fact, if Yang Jian were willing, Wang Feng might even join his team and follow his command.

After all, no one could have handled the previous situation better than Yang Jian. The ghost was identified and successfully restrained before it could kill a second person.

If it had been someone else, chances are the only survivor in the room would have been that ghost—no one could have fought it successfully.

“Get some rest. There are just a few hours left before dawn; let’s hope everything goes smoothly tonight,” Yang Jian said, nailing Wang Shan’s corpse with the Coffin Nail and personally guarding it to prevent any accidents.

He didn’t even trust Li Yang to use the Ghost Gate to dispose of the ghost.

If possible, he intended to find the most secure method to imprison it, maybe welding it shut in a gold box forever.

This thing must never be let out.

“The hurried footsteps outside the door seem to have returned to normal. No, wait, the frequency of those footsteps moving back and forth has slowed down; it’s leaving…,” Li Yang immediately noticed the change outside.

After the earlier incident where the ghost kicked the door open, he was extremely vigilant.

“The ghost has left Room 404.”

Outside the door, the sound of footsteps grew fainter, as if someone was sprinting into the darkness.

“Perhaps the ghost outside the door was attracted here by Wang Shan,” analyzed the man nicknamed Eagle. “Otherwise, how could it be so coincidental? Just as things inside are settled, the footsteps outside recede. Even earlier, when the ghost kicked the door, it behaved the same way.”

“Two ghosts working together, one inside the room and one outside, killing in tandem… If someone told me they weren’t connected, I wouldn’t believe it,” Eagle added.

Wang Feng said, “This matter is over; there’s no need to dwell on it. Let’s just focus on making it through the night and think about how to handle tomorrow’s letter delivery task. I need some rest now; otherwise, I won’t make it.”

Being in a constant state of extreme mental tension, and with the possibility of receiving a letter delivery task tomorrow, Wang Feng decided to use this chance to rest and restore a bit of energy.

Even though there were corpses around him, as well as a restrained ghost…

As one of the seasoned messengers surviving on the fourth floor, his psychological resilience had been honed over time.

He leaned against the wall right away and began resting.

Another messenger from the fourth floor also followed suit, seizing this opportunity to recover as much as possible.

No one knew what might happen next.

“I’ll rest too. Yang Jian, call me if anything happens; I remain alert,” Eagle said, nodding toward Yang Jian.

Leuk Qingqing didn’t need sleep. She simply stood there motionless, lost in thought.

Time ticked by slowly.

After a series of successive supernatural attacks, the latter half of the night seemed calmer.

The footsteps outside the door had departed; the vicinity appeared relatively safe with no ghosts approaching.

However, this was true only for the bedroom of Room 404. Danger still lurked outside—for instance, at around 3 a.m., everyone heard a piercing scream echoing from one of the rooms on the fourth floor.

Judging from the earlier disturbances…

A ghost had smashed through a room’s door and invaded inside, killing the messenger who had been hiding within.

By 4 a.m., hurried footsteps sounded again in the hallway, as if a ghost were running laps around the corridor. The sound grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared completely.

Where the ghost had gone was anyone’s guess.

At 4:30 a.m., the intermittent opera singing from outside the Ghost Post Office finally ceased and didn’t recur.

Supernatural phenomena gradually waned as dawn approached.

Unknowingly…

The night had passed.

Six o’clock arrived.

In the dim room, a series of faint vibrations were heard.

Many had set alarms to ring at 6 a.m. as a reminder.

“Time’s up, it’s already six,” Li Yang finally dared to move. He relaxed his tense body, stretched, and spoke.

The others had long woken up; none had fallen into deep sleep, merely napping briefly.

“What a long night. I honestly thought I’d die here… I can’t believe I made it through,” Eagle muttered as he cracked his neck and exhaled deeply.

He couldn’t bear to stay in this room any longer.

The stagnant air mixed with the stink of decaying corpses was suffocating.

Before, surviving left no choice—but given the chance, everyone wanted to leave this cursed place.

“Li Yang, open the door and check outside. Let’s keep an eye out for the letter delivery task,” Yang Jian ordered.

He glanced to the side…

To his surprise, Yang Xiaohua had fallen asleep. Curled on the floor, one hand clutching the hem of her clothing.

“Don’t sleep—wake up,” Yang Jian nudged her.

Yang Xiaohua stirred groggily awake, blinking her unfocused eyes.

“You’ve got some nerve to sleep,” Wang Feng remarked with a hint of mockery, shaking his head slightly.

At this rate, Yang Xiaohua would likely be eliminated in the next delivery task.

Wang Feng had seen plenty of messengers like her—those who relied on luck to ascend quickly only to perish inevitably later.

The door opened.

Outside remained enveloped in darkness…

The oppressive blackness had lessened slightly, allowing for a faint glimmer of light in the hallway, just enough to make out the surroundings.

That was the nature of the post office.

Even during daylight, it remained heavily shadowed and murky.

The group left the bedroom, exiting Room 404 into the hallway.

“Phew!”

Everyone exhaled deeply; their bodies felt almost as if they were decaying, emitting a foul odor.

“Creak.”

At the same time, doors to other rooms began to open.

The door with its surface plastered in black letters opened.

A young man in his early twenties stepped out with a calm demeanor. Clearly, he too was a messenger who survived the night’s dangers.

“Qin Kai?” Wang Feng recognized him. “You made it out alive after all.”

“If you’re still alive, why wouldn’t I be? Qu Hongtao is gone, Zhu Lei hasn’t shown up either. Looks like they’re dead. Judging by your state last night, you didn’t have it easy,” Qin Kai said, his tone steady.

To Qin Kai, the previous night’s peril seemed insignificant.

This wasn’t bravado but supreme psychological resilience, having conquered his fear of malicious spirits.

Wang Feng replied, “You also only managed to survive by yourself.”

“Didn’t expect it to be so lively this morning, with this many people. I honestly thought all the fourth-floor messengers had practically died out,” said a middle-aged man as he opened the door to Room 401, lighting a cigarette to relax.

Eagle shot him an incredulous glance. “Da Qiang? You were hiding in Room 401?”

Da Qiang?

Clearly a pseudonym.

The middle-aged man named Da Qiang chuckled coldly. “What a joke. I switched rooms three times last night and almost got killed. But you lot… such guts, huddling together like that. Aren’t you afraid of encountering a ghost that infiltrated the fourth floor?”

“The ghost has been dealt with,” Eagle responded.

“What?”

Da Qiang and Qin Kai’s expressions turned grim in an instant.

“Dealt with? You mean by you? Or by Wang Feng with that little hammer? Neither of you has the means to eliminate the ghost. You’d be lucky just to survive,” they said, skeptical.

Eagle glanced over. “He’s the one who took care of it.”

Qin Kai and Da Qiang turned their eyes to Yang Jian.

They saw him holding a peculiar long spear. Its shaft was cracked, and at the other end, the rigid corpse of a young man dangled.

The corpse belonged to a stranger, someone unfamiliar—likely one of the newcomers to the fourth floor.

“Really settled?” Qin Kai still held doubts.

Wang Feng said, “I won’t go into the details. Anyway, what matters is the outcome. Believe it if you want, or don’t, it’s up to you.”

Qin Kai and Da Qiang kept quiet, still unconvinced.

Yet, the ghost was no longer roaming the fourth floor.

Which meant…

Only this handful of people were left standing. They seemed to be the entire population of the fourth floor.

The number was alarmingly low.

Bear in mind, the third floor had rooms holding three or four messengers each. Combined with others, there were at least twenty to thirty individuals.

“Enough. This isn’t the time for debate. Now that daylight has arrived, we should prepare for this round’s mail delivery task. I’m done staying in this cursed place,” Da Qiang said, taking another drag on his cigarette.

The sooner they learned the delivery instructions, the sooner they could leave.

“Look over there!”

Suddenly…

Leuk Qingqing pointed toward the corridor’s skylight.

The skylight above and below was shrouded in darkness—impossible to make out details. Yet now, a red balloon tied to a red letter was slowly drifting down.

The red balloon paused as it reached the fourth floor’s level and hovered mid-air silently.

“A red letter?”

Seeing the color of the envelope, everyone frowned.

Red letters represent the post office’s highest difficulty assignment. Successfully delivering one allows all messengers to ascend, bypassing the usual requirement of delivering three letters.

The late Wang Shan and Yang Xiaohua had come this way.

Still, such letters practically never appeared.

“Interesting,” Yang Jian said, showing a faint smile.

It must be the final red letter.

If he delivers it, he can ascend to the fifth floor.

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