Mysterious Revival

After the funeral on the sixth day, everything returned to normal.

All the dangers seemed to have vanished, and no supernatural signs were present anymore within the ancient house.

In the old room.

Yang Jian was not afraid, lying down directly on the wooden canopy bed to rest. He seemed to have fallen asleep, eyes closed, no movement.

On the side of the room, Yang Xiaohua found a sleeping bag from the luggage left by other messengers and after eating and drinking a bit, she curled up in the sleeping bag to rest. She was very tired, having suffered great fatigue both physically and mentally.

Those who can survive under such pressure in this environment are either crazy or have extraordinary willpower.

As for ordinary people, they either perish or transform.

Clearly.

Yang Xiaohua made it through. She was adapting to this strange environment haunted by supernatural forces, and so instead of giving up, she was replenishing food and water, seizing every opportunity to rest and improve her survival rate.

She chose to stay close to Yang Jian because being around Yang Jian was comparatively the safest spot.

However, the time left for everyone to rest was limited.

It was already seven o’clock on the sixth evening.

Only five hours were left until the arrival of the seventh day, and no one knew what kind of danger might occur tomorrow. Although the mansion was free of ghosts now, everyone still felt uneasy.

After all, the experiences of the previous days had taught them a profound lesson.

“Why does my appearance feel somewhat unfamiliar?” Meanwhile, in another old room.

Leuk Qingqing took out a pocket mirror she carried with her, looking at herself, touching her face and features.

Her features were perfect and exquisite, with no blemishes; not even a dark spot could be found. Even without makeup or foundation, her face remained smooth and flawless, but this whiteness was not healthy and rosy but rather pale and bloodless.

However, today, she found that the image in her memory appeared very unfamiliar now.

Though her appearance was still the same as before, Leuk Qingqing felt that the face didn’t quite seem like hers, and she should have had a different face.

What should that other face look like?

Leuk Qingqing tried to recall, but then she was suddenly filled with a sense of dread.

She couldn’t remember what the other face should look like; she now couldn’t distinguish whether she had always looked like this or had changed without realizing it.

“Did my body undergo some change after being invaded by the supernatural, or is my memory undergoing some transformation?” Leuk Qingqing realized something was off, feeling a chill in her heart.

If this continued, she felt she would eventually become a different person.

Completely different from who she was a few months ago, transformed.

For example, she had increasingly liked cheongsams; both on her and in her home, all her clothes were gradually being replaced by cheongsams of various styles.

For example, she, who rarely wore high heels, started wearing them daily, with no thought of taking them off.

Leuk Qingqing tried wearing other shoes, like slippers or flats, but she felt uncomfortable, as if something was missing, making her whole body uneasy.

In the end, she couldn’t help but switch back to high heels.

Moreover…

Leuk Qingqing touched a pocket on her body and surprisingly found a handkerchief.

She never carried a handkerchief.

“Yang Jian had long noticed something was wrong with me; he knew I was being influenced and changed, so he was uneasy about me, afraid I would become another strange person, which is why he wanted to get rid of me prematurely,” Leuk Qingqing recalled some conversations with Yang Jian.

“The last time I went to Dachuan City with Yang Jian to deliver a letter, I had a short memory lapse, but it hadn’t lasted long back then. This time, however, I completely lost my memory for several days, not even knowing where I woke up.”

“If my memory, my habits, my lifestyle were to change in a short time and I became another person, would I still be me?”

Leuk Qingqing realized this, feeling a chill all over.

This change was silent, and those who knew her likely couldn’t imagine a person changing so much in just a few months.

“What can I do? I can’t stop this change,” Leuk Qingqing looked down at the bright red cheongsam she was wearing.

The embroidery and patterns were incredibly exquisite.

But this was something she took from a dead body during the letter delivery process, hinting at something eerie while seemingly harboring a terrible curse.

It seemed that the original owner of this cheongsam, whose spirit refused to go, still lingered on this cheongsam, influencing everything about her.

“I must quickly get to the fifth floor of the post office and then leave the post office, or else I will soon no longer be myself,” Leuk Qingqing thought all these issues stemmed from the post office.

As long as she left that ghostly place and stopped encountering haunted paranormal places, she could escape this influence.

Meanwhile, in the hall.

Zhou Deng placed the four black Taishi Chairs neatly in the middle, then folded his arms, stroked his chin, and stared at them for a long time, seemingly pondering something.

“These four chairs don’t appear to have any peculiarities, even if you stare at them for a day,” Li Yang leaned against a wall nearby, speaking to Zhou Deng.

Zhou Deng said, “Very strange.”

“What’s strange?” Li Yang asked.

“The four chairs, exactly the same,” Zhou Deng said.

Li Yang said, “Isn’t that obvious? The four chairs are supposed to look identical.”

“No, what I’m saying is, even the wood grain and craftsmanship on these chairs are the same,” Zhou Deng said. “You know, there are no two identical objects in the world, but at least to my eyes, I can’t see any difference in these chairs.”

“So, these four chairs might as well be just one chair.”

Li Yang said, “And then what?”

“And then? That’s all I’ve discovered for now,” Zhou Deng said, then walked over and sat down again.

“Sitting on it doesn’t feel any different, it’s like an ordinary chair. By the way, do you remember what happened to the old man’s corpse on the first day?”

Li Yang recalled, “At some point, the old man’s corpse moved from the left chair to the right. This phenomenon frightened many people back then, but it ended without further issue, and no one cared why the corpse moved from the left to the right at night.”

“And no one saw how this process happened.”

“Details make or break success, this is worth pondering and analyzing,” Zhou Deng said.

He and Li Yang were analyzing the situation, hoping to discover something in advance and understand what the black Taishi Chairs were for.

After all, the seventh day was coming soon, and being more prepared could improve their chances of survival.

The few people left in the ancient house seemed to be passing the time in their own ways.

But at eleven o’clock in the evening.

Leuk Qingqing stepped out of the room early, her expression calm, still as graceful as ever, but unfortunately, this was just a beautiful facade, as beneath the red cheongsam lay only terror and horror.

At the same time.

Yang Jian in the room also opened his eyes and awoke.

“You’re awake.”

Yang Xiaohua had already woken up. She had been keeping an eye on Yang Jian, and upon seeing him open his eyes, she immediately spoke.

“I never actually slept,” Yang Jian said.

“Then what were you doing for these hours?” Yang Xiaohua was taken aback.

Yang Jian replied, “I was resting.”

“Not sleeping to rest? Closing your eyes for hours pondering things, aren’t you tired?” Yang Xiaohua found it hard to understand.

“Let’s not discuss this boring topic anymore, it’s eleven o’clock now, with one hour left, the last day will arrive. After delivering this letter, everything here will end, and those who survive will proceed smoothly to the fifth floor of the post office.” Yang Jian sat up and got out of bed.

He picked up the long spear standing beside him and walked out.

“Wait for me.”

Yang Xiaohua also took a deep breath, hurriedly flipped up, adjusted her status, and, holding a red balloon in her hand, planned to give it a final try.

If she made it through, she would completely leave the post office.

If she couldn’t make it, Yang Xiaohua would silently meet her demise like the others in this eerie ancient mansion.

The two people walked out of the room.

In the lobby, Leuk Qingqing, Zhou Deng, and Li Yang had already arrived. Counting them, the remaining five people gathered once again.

“Captain.” Li Yang greeted.

Yang Jian looked and said, “Zhou Deng, why are you putting these four black Taishi Chairs together?”

“It’s nothing, I’m just studying them,” Zhou Deng replied.

“Have you found out anything?” Yang Jian asked.

Li Yang said, “There’s a very bold hypothesis, related to the strange movement of the corpse on the first day.”

“Indeed, on the first day, the old man’s corpse moved on the chair, it should not be man-made, it’s a supernatural phenomenon.” Yang Jian nodded, recognizing its significance.

Zhou Deng pointed to the chair and said, “I think there should be more than four chairs, there should be other chairs. There are seven rooms here, six old graves, but only four chairs, which is very unreasonable.”

“You think there should also be seven chairs?” Yang Jian asked.

“Heh, Captain Yang is smart, you catch on quickly, isn’t that so? If the old man of this mansion had six teammates in his lifetime, then seven rooms, seven old graves, and seven chairs would be reasonable. Now, one grave is missing, and three chairs are missing, the numbers don’t match.”

“And as a controller of ghosts from the Republic of China Period, do you think they would place the most ordinary chairs here?”

Yang Jian said, “So are these seven chairs supernatural items?”

“It should be, and I don’t think the movement of the old man’s corpse was due to the corpse moving,” Zhou Deng said, “The real reason should be the chair being moved.”

“Chair movement? Some sort of supernatural power that could transfer the person sitting on it to another chair? Or are all seven chairs interconnected?” Yang Jian’s eyes shifted, immediately drawing connections.

Zhou Deng exclaimed, “Were you eavesdropping earlier? Li Yang and I analyzed the information for several hours to come up with this, how did you guess it so quickly?”

“It’s not difficult to understand, is it?” Yang Jian said.

“If the seven chairs are interconnected, was the old man’s corpse taken away on the first day? Then returned, just placed on the wrong chair, on the right side?”

“That’s exactly my guess,” Zhou Deng said.

Beside them, Yang Xiaohua said, “So, the thing receiving letters on the last day might appear in the mansion through these chairs?”

“Very possible, after all, the so-called Headless Night is just named by us. If the old man truly revives as a ghost, this place would have gone out of control long ago, how could they still safely let you deliver letters?” Zhou Deng noted.

Yang Jian asked, “You seem to know quite a bit about messengers.”

“Not exactly, just know a bit, headquarters has a captain who is a messenger, didn’t you know? She seems to be on the fifth floor of the post office, I’ve interacted with her and know a bit.” Zhou Deng touched his chin.

“There’s a headquarters captain on the fifth floor of the post office?” Yang Jian’s eyelid twitched, “Why hadn’t I seen them participate in the headquarters meetings before?”

The captain on the fifth floor of the post office was definitely not Cao Yang, Li Jun, Wei Jing, Wang Chaling, it must be someone he didn’t know.

“Must be another captain who was pre-decided, only so many spots were available at the captain meetings, most of them were divided long ago, and those captains’ lists are confidential, my level doesn’t allow checking.” Li Yang calmly said.

“Can I not check it either?” Yang Jian said.

Li Yang responded, “Captain you definitely have the permissions to check, but it seems you’re not very interested, haven’t looked into it.”

“So that’s it.” Yang Jian nodded.

Indeed, he wasn’t interested in these matters, and his role as captain was mostly in name only, not much different from a person in charge.

“You’re straying off topic, let’s focus on today’s letter delivery task, leave the fifth floor messenger business for when we survive to get there.” Leuk Qingqing reminded, “Also, consider how much time is left now.”

The conversation consumed nearly an hour.

Now it’s eleven forty.

The Headless Night ritual is about to begin.

Yang Jian didn’t speak, just took out the red letter and checked it again.

The letter was still there, no problems.

“Then let’s wait for the Headless Night and see what happens.”

Yang Jian said, “On the last day, the person receiving the letter is bound to appear, today it’s straightforward, deliver this letter and it’s all over.”

“So the last day is a gamble.”

Zhou Deng chuckled, “That makes it a bit easier, anything appearing in the mansion now can be confirmed as the receiver, no twists and turns, simpler and direct.”

“Exactly.” Yang Jian nodded.

The last bit of time passed slowly.

Very soon.

Everyone’s phones, watches hit twelve o’clock sharp.

The seventh day, the Headless Night begins.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com