Mysterious Revival

A Ghost Tamer from the Republic of China Period allegedly used a single stick of incense to awaken a lost consciousness and come back to life again.

It was unimaginable.

This kind of resurrection was far harder than traditional resurrection because the resurrected person had to regain control over supernatural powers.

Yang Jian stared at Leuk Qingqing.

No.

At this moment, it shouldn’t be Leuk Qingqing anymore but the consciousness of an unfamiliar Ghost Tamer from the Republic of China Period.

The identity of this person didn’t matter.

What mattered was that this person was genuinely from the Republic of China Period, and was a part of that era’s supernatural circle. The information and secrets they knew must be beyond imagination. Now the critical question was whether they were willing to divulge them.

“Who is the old man in the ancient mansion?” Yang Jian directly asked the first question.

Leuk Qingqing smiled, her expression slightly eerie: “Someone from the same batch as me. Just like you all now, some of us survived, while others died. The living stayed behind in supernatural places, and the dead prepared for their afterlife. He was much stronger than me, but even he had his limits.”

“How do you solve the problem of vengeful spirits reviving?” Yang Jian’s gaze was cold as he asked the most critical question directly.

Leuk Qingqing replied, “You can’t solve it. If it could be solved, we wouldn’t have died. So, I won’t tell you how to control vengeful spirits. Every era has its own characteristics. Perhaps the people of your time will find a unique path that surpasses us.”

“Didn’t someone among you survive till now?” Yang Jian frowned and asked.

“You’ve survived till now, haven’t you?” Leuk Qingqing responded.

“I understand.”

Yang Jian grasped the underlying meaning in Leuk Qingqing’s words.

In every era, there would always be some Ghost Tamers who went far. Those paths couldn’t be replicated. They were the results of the collision between death and luck. Even if someone told you the method, it would amount to no more than a story; that kind of success couldn’t be duplicated.

Take Old Qin, for instance. Born as an anomaly from the womb—can you replicate that method?

Or take Wang Chaling, who directly inherited the Wang Family’s vengeful spirit legacy across generations. That’s also not something you can study.

Thus, Yang Jian stopped dwelling on this question and instead asked, “What is this place? It doesn’t exist in reality; you can only reach it via the supernatural bus.”

“In terms you can understand, this is a Ghost Domain, separated from reality. However, the balance here will eventually fail, and it will re-emerge in the real world. The supernatural bus is merely a tool to traverse such special regions,” Leuk Qingqing slowly began pacing around the room.

She touched her head.

The part that had been dented after being struck by that blood-stained wooden mallet was now quickly regenerating.

Soon.

Leuk Qingqing’s body was once again flawless.

Seeing this, Yang Jian’s expression shifted slightly as he continued asking, “Why do ghosts exist in this world?”

Leuk Qingqing hesitated for a moment, then laughed, laughing joyfully, covering her mouth as though witnessing a farcical joke.

“Is that question so funny?” Yang Jian frowned.

Leuk Qingqing approached him, her red high heels clicking with each step. Her long legs moved gracefully; her posture was elegant and exuded a touch of classical beauty. She stopped in front of Yang Jian and smiled, asking, “Haven’t you ever heard a ghost story before?”

“I have, but they were all fake,” Yang Jian said.

“How do you know they were all fake? Stories get passed down, and the truth is hidden within them. Besides, your current level is far too low to even ponder such questions. Live for three more years, and then you can wake up the person connected to the second incense stick. He’ll answer your question for you,” Leuk Qingqing said.

Too low a level?

For someone like Yang Jian, a top-tier Ghost Tamer who had controlled three vengeful spirits, turned into an anomaly, mastered self-rebooting, and possessed the Coffin Nail and Firewood Knife, to be judged as “too low level” was astonishing.

“If you don’t want to share any information, why bother talking to me?” Yang Jian asked coldly.

He suspected that figures from the Republic of China Period had not all perished, nor were they incapable of passing on their knowledge to future generations. Rather, it seemed as though this knowledge had been deliberately buried.

If they truly wanted to share the truth, there were countless ways to do so.

Therefore.

Wang Xiaoming’s earlier words proved correct—chasing after the past was meaningless.

The past being buried signified its failure. Pursuing a failed era was merely a waste of time moving forward.

“I woke up too early. I had planned to go somewhere, but since he is dead, I chose to linger in this ancient mansion. Yet, I didn’t expect you to open this room,” Leuk Qingqing said.

“What’s special about this room?” Yang Jian asked. “I came here because of the Ghost Cabinet.”

Leuk Qingqing replied, “This room is a ghost. To be precise, these red objects are a puzzle piece of a vengeful spirit trying to revive.”

“Is that all?” Yang Jian stared at her with a skeptical expression.

Would containing a single ghost really require elaborate preparations, detaining it with so many items?

Coffin nails, gold artifacts, or even just a coffin.

Such similar measures should suffice.

“As far as I know, yes. After all, I didn’t create these things,” Leuk Qingqing said, seemingly casting herself as a participant rather than a mastermind.

Yang Jian fell silent.

He wasn’t able to gather much useful information from this Republic of China-era individual.

He couldn’t pinpoint the origin of vengeful spirits, nor find methods to curb their revival, and hadn’t unraveled many supernatural mysteries either.

“What’s on the fifth floor of the Ghost Post Office?” Left with no choice, Yang Jian gave up on lofty questions and instead asked something more immediate.

Leuk Qingqing laughed again: “There’s a sixth floor above the fifth; that’s the core of the Post Office. However, only one person can enter the sixth floor, and whoever does so can never leave the Post Office for the rest of their life.”

“Why?” Yang Jian’s eyelids twitched.

This information was highly significant.

“Because that person will control the Post Office. Does that answer your question?”

Leuk Qingqing continued, “Your questions are becoming more naive. Many things you can uncover for yourself. Asking me here is meaningless. You should leave. The Post Office gave you a seven-day task to complete within this ancient mansion. Only by finishing it will you earn the right to enter the fifth floor of the Post Office.”

She seemed to lose interest in answering, turning and walking deeper into the room.

“What seems naive to you represents life-or-death struggles for us. Your arrogance is the reason you died and were buried back then. With such an impulsive personality, it’s no surprise you didn’t survive,” Yang Jian coldly remarked.

His words appeared to strike a chord with the Republic of China-era figure.

She halted her steps, and the room’s atmosphere instantly turned icy cold.

This wasn’t an illusion—it was a palpable chill.

As though a vengeful spirit was awakening, supernatural power began invading the surroundings.

Yang Jian’s Ghost Shadow flickered as he resisted the influence, standing firm with his cracked spear in hand: “Angry now? That’s better. Since your time is running out anyway, why not hand over your memories to me? I could live longer in this world, go further, and solve more supernatural events.”

Yang Jian wasn’t satisfied with the answers this woman had provided.

He decided to take matters into his own hands.

To gamble.

If he won, he would inherit the memories of a top-tier Ghost Tamer from the Republic of China Period.

If he lost…

Perhaps he would be buried here within this ancient mansion.

It seemed reckless.

But Yang Jian didn’t see it that way, because he couldn’t guarantee how long he’d have to wait for a similar opportunity if he let this one slip away.

Leuk Qingqing turned around slowly: “How do you plan to steal the memories of a living person from a vengeful spirit?”

“As I thought, you’re an anomaly too?”

Yang Jian’s sudden impulse immediately subsided.

Her brief awakening was, in essence, still tied to a vengeful spirit—only temporarily cleared by the power of the incense. Once the time ran out, her consciousness would dissipate again.

Inexplicably, this was reminiscent of Yang Jian’s own situation.

If his Ghost Shadow fully awakened one day, his consciousness would also be suppressed, devoured by the vengeful spirit. But that consciousness wouldn’t vanish entirely—there would still be ways to reawaken it under certain conditions.

However.

Memories controlled by vengeful spirits couldn’t be stolen.

When supernatural powers clashed with one another, the result was nothing but mutual malfunction.

So, Leuk Qingqing was warning Yang Jian that even if she didn’t resist and allowed him to attempt memory extraction, he wouldn’t succeed and might die as a result.

“My time is almost up.”

Suddenly, Leuk Qingqing spoke again. She raised her arm, which was once flawless but now began to wither, showing signs of decay and corpse spots.

Her skin began to darken.

Even her cheongsam lost its former vibrancy.

The fragrance in the air started to mix with a faint hint of rotting stench.

Evidently.

The incense was fading away, and soon she would fully transform into a vengeful spirit.

“You should leave. Before I lose control, I’ll settle things within this room. This person won’t die; she’ll live on, and I’ll even leave her with a gift.”

Leuk Qingqing turned her head back one last time, then slowly walked to the dressing table and sat down, completely ignoring Yang Jian’s presence.

Seeing this, Yang Jian ultimately chose to leave it alone.

He didn’t make a move against Leuk Qingqing.

It was no longer meaningful.

If he couldn’t extract her memories, there’d be no benefit to acting rashly.

She was already on the verge of reviving as a vengeful spirit, and any further provocation would likely shorten the time granted by the incense.

At that point, it wouldn’t be a human he’d be facing but a full-fledged, horrifying vengeful spirit.

Despite this, Yang Jian was unwilling to leave empty-handed.

His eyes scanned the celebratory yet eerie room, searching for something, anything, worth taking away.

He didn’t want this trip to be in vain.

“Take this with you. It might help you if you encounter that ghost someday.”

The cheongsam-clad woman spoke again. She opened a drawer in the dressing table, retrieved an item, and threw it backward carelessly.

It was a jade bracelet.

The jade was black, but its interior had a vivid red hue, as though blood had seeped into it.

The bracelet hit the ground with a crisp sound but didn’t shatter.

This was a supernatural object. No matter how fragile it appeared, as long as it retained its supernatural power, it wouldn’t break.

“What is this thing used for?” Yang Jian asked.

The woman didn’t reply but instead hummed a tune—a classical opera melody filled with nostalgia and sorrow.

Her dark hair began to fall, and her once-lustrous cheongsam turned dingy.

It was as though everything about her was rapidly aging and decaying.

Yet, this was merely an afterimage. The real Leuk Qingqing remained seated, her eyes closed, entirely motionless, unaffected by the illusion.

Only Yang Jian’s Ghost Eyes could discern the subtle difference.

To ordinary people, the afterimage and Leuk Qingqing were indistinguishable—just a single person, unified.

Yang Jian kept silent, picking up the red bracelet from the ground before turning to leave.

The situation was dangerous.

There was no need to tangle with someone on the brink of revival.

Before leaving, he even closed the door behind him, though he didn’t lock it; he intended to take the lock with him.

“Yang Jian, we’ll surely meet again, won’t we…?”

A soft murmur echoed in the red room, laced with faint laughter.

“The Ghost Cabinet task is complete. The Post Office still has a sixth floor. And I’ve obtained a red bracelet… This journey doesn’t seem like a loss,” Yang Jian thought as he glanced back.

He dared not approach the room again.

Because the next time the door opened, Leuk Qingqing would no longer be inside—it would be a true vengeful spirit.

That room would become a taboo, a place no one should ever set foot in again.

At this point, locking the door was irrelevant.

Having determined there was no more value in staying there, Yang Jian retraced his steps quickly, avoiding the eerie crowd as he returned to the main hall.

“Yang Jian, you’re back? What happened over there just now? Why was it so quiet?” Zhou Deng was still standing there, curiously asking.

However, his eyes lingered on the red bracelet in Yang Jian’s hand as he spoke.

“Quiet? It shouldn’t have been. I encountered Leuk Qingqing there, but it wasn’t the real Leuk Qingqing. She was eroded by supernatural powers. A consciousness not her own was conversing with me. Didn’t you hear anything?” Yang Jian asked.

At such close distance, they should have heard it.

But not just Zhou Deng, even the nearby others shook their heads, indicating they didn’t hear anything.

Yang Jian’s expression changed. Activating his Ghost Eyes, he looked back toward the corridor.

The once-locked room had vanished.

There was only a blank wall, with no trace of a locked door.

“Vanished? Was this the work of that Republic of China woman? Did she want to take everything away and find a place to settle her posthumous affairs?” Yang Jian’s eyes flickered as he speculated internally.

“Looks like you ventured somewhere unknown, Yang Jian. Supernatural interference probably prevented us from perceiving anything. Since that’s the case, won’t you share what you found?” Zhou Deng asked, his eyes fixated on the bracelet in Yang Jian’s hand.

It seemed he wanted to seize upon this moment to pry information out, hoping to track down that place for himself later.

“Nothing much happened. Let’s just say I stepped away briefly. Don’t ask further questions. The Seventh-Day delivery task isn’t done yet; danger still looms. Don’t busy yourself with irrelevant curiosities,” Yang Jian took a deep breath, stepping back from his thoughts.

Choosing to treat the earlier events as nothing more than an unusual experience.

The priority now was stabilizing the current situation.

After all, the Ghost Cabinet transaction and the letter delivery task were two separate things, with no interference between them.

“Not talking, huh? You must be planning to hoard it all to yourself,” Zhou Deng muttered under his breath.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com