Mysterious Revival-Chapter 819 - 786 Successful Suppression

Then, everyone on this floor would face the attack.

And Yang Jian in front of her was no exception.

Therefore, Yang Xiaohua believed that the precondition for Yang Jian to survive was to confront the ghost's attack head-on.

And Yang Jian's idea was even more insane; he wanted to deal with the ghost, to contain it.

In either case, Yang Jian must have the capital to contend with the ghost, or he too would die here.

Yang Xiaohua did not trust Yang Jian, but she believed this madman wouldn't dig his own grave.

If he had that ability, then she wouldn't mind taking a gamble.

Liu Mingxin was at a loss for words, his forehead covered with anxious sweat. At this moment, the ghost was still killing; someone had just died, and now the ghost had temporarily calmed down, but this calm would be short-lived. The next death could be among them.

It might be Cai Yu, it might be Yang Xiaohua, or it could also be himself...

Now indeed there was no other choice.

"Judgment is more important than emotion. We've already reached the second floor, and as messengers, you all should have the necessary resolve," Yang Jian said as he stood in front of Yang Xiaohua.

The height difference made him look down slightly at the somewhat petite woman with a slender figure.

"Moreover, I don't think I am the one who has killed you. I have also suffered the ghost's attack and have taken this risk. You can't survive because you are too weak or you have missed the opportunity to grow. If you did more than just deliver letters in the first-floor task, perhaps you wouldn't be so helpless right now."

After speaking, Yang Jian reached out swiftly, grabbing the woman's neck and forcefully pushing her against the door behind her.

"From now on, don't leave your spot."

Yang Xiaohua's eyes flickered uncertainly, and she bit her lip, appearing aggrieved and humiliated.

Although she had agreed to be the bait, this feeling of being controlled was really unbearable.

"What did you mean by what you just said? The first floor is not just for delivering letters?" Yang Xiaohua suppressed her anger, maintained her rationality, and paid attention to some details in Yang Jian's words.

Yang Jian spoke calmly, "I personally judge that the level of supernatural intensity encountered by the first-floor messengers is limited. If it's merely for delivering letters, the task should not be difficult, which is evident from the number of messengers still alive on the second floor. It can't be that difficult, otherwise, so many messengers on the second floor wouldn't have survived. Although the first floor has a high mortality rate, it's also to weed out ordinary people with unstable mental states."

"Those who have some capability and level wouldn't die on the first floor. If you now return to the first floor to deliver letters, what's your confidence level in succeeding?"

"There's probably a 70% success rate," Yang Xiaohua said reluctantly, adjusting her glasses.

Yang Jian said, "That's right. With such a high success rate, do you think you were sent to just deliver letters? What do you think the Ghost Post Office is for? To provide you with benefits?"

"What are you trying to say?" Yang Xiaohua looked up slightly at the man.

"Have you never thought of stealing supernatural power during the letter delivery tasks?" Yang Jian revealed his idea.

Though a common notion, this idea was particularly astonishing in the eyes of these messengers.

"What?"

Not just Yang Xiaohua, the other surviving messengers also turned to Yang Jian in shock.

Steal supernatural power during letter delivery tasks?

"Surprised?" Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly, looking toward a neighboring room with a firmly shut door.

"It seems your thinking has been limited. Most people probably just ran away after delivering the letters, without attempting to unearth the opportunities embedded within a supernatural event. If you could've stolen some supernatural power during the three delivery tasks on the first floor, then using the supernatural to fight the supernatural, wouldn't your chances of survival increase substantially?"

"Once you have the capital to confront fierce ghosts, the situation where ordinary people are powerless to resist will be reversed, and the chances of survival will increase significantly."

"Impossible, this can't be done at all. Just touching that thing could kill people..."

The messenger called Liu Mingxin on the second floor immediately shook his head, recalling a past delivery task in his mind.

He had encountered terror, which left a shadow in his heart.

Yang Jian glanced at him, "Merely touching it and you would die, then how did you survive? Fear has caused you all to lose your judgment. The best opportunity to improve your survival has been missed by you. I think messengers on the third floor would think of stealing supernatural power. You guys are still a bit too green."

"The purpose of tearing up the letters was to go upstairs, to investigate the existence of the Ghost Post Office on the fifth floor. Therefore, I don't want to kill you, nor do I intend to deliberately harm you. If you can keep up with my pace, you might very well survive."

"Of course, words are just words. Today, I will let you see how I steal supernatural power, and let you die with your eyes closed."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a strange noise came from the room next door. The sound was bizarre, conjuring a terrifying scene in the mind.

It was as if a corpse was quickly crawling across the floor.

"Captain, it's here, in the next room," Li Yang warned.

The room next door was not far away, only about ten meters distant.

Yang Jian's expression changed slightly, but he had no intention of taking action.

Even though the ghost was very close, he remained solely guarding the door behind Yang Xiaohua.

Indecision is a big taboo.

Moreover, he was confident in dealing with this ghost, so why disturb his own arrangement?

"Run."

A messenger was lingering near the room next door; he too heard the noise inside and, recalling the tragic state of the previous victims, immediately took to his heels without a second thought.

His expression panicked, he fled from the door that was about to open with the greatest speed.

"Creak!"

The next moment.

The door opened.

But this messenger was lucky; it seemed he escaped to a safer range, as the terrifying pulling force from before did not come.

The door simply opened.

Inside was dim, with shadows of movement that seemed like the presence of something else.

But nothing happened.

The messenger was still alive.

"He's alright," Wang Shan exclaimed, eyes widening upon witnessing this.

"Can we survive too?" Cai Yu, Yang Xiaohua, Liu Mingxin, and several other second floor messengers all shared this thought.

This result was critical.

It concerned the direction of everyone's survival from here on out.

But before the outcome became clear, no one dared to make a move rashly.

This unfamiliar messenger's heart was pounding wildly; a surge of excitement welled up within him, as if he saw a glimmer of hope for survival.

Yes.

Just keep running like this.

Stay away from that door, and maybe then you'll be safe.

"Bang!"

However, the next moment, something terrifying happened.

The door behind the unfamiliar messenger hadn't closed yet, but the door in front of him suddenly opened again.

It was the door to the room of the last victim.

"No~!"

He cried out in horror, a scream of utter despair.

A terrifying supernatural force pulled him into that room.

Like the others, he tried to use his own strength to resist, but it was futile because the supernatural force was so enormous that it lifted him into the air and sucked him directly into the dim room.

"Bang!"

The moment he fell into that room, the door swiftly closed.

The terrified screams ceased, and the sounds of movement inside stopped abruptly; all was quiet once more.

Seeing this, the remaining messengers were drenched in cold sweat.

The ghost's attack was seemingly inescapable.

It turns out the ghost could open more than one door.

"Is hiding in the corner really useful?"

Wang Shan and Cai Yu were truly shivering in the corner now.

Their hearts were filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Although they thought this was an opportunity to survive, it was not confirmed.

"Dead, they're dead..." Liu Mingxin's mouth trembled, his body feeling as if drained of all strength.

The consecutive deaths of messengers had proven that being near the door was dangerous, closing the door was dangerous, and running was dangerous.

And the corridor on the second floor was so small; wasn't this a guaranteed death sentence?

Yang Xiaohua was also biting her lip tightly, nearly drawing blood, her heart pounding violently, her body tense, but she still forced herself to remain calm.

"It looks like there's no choice left, we can only trust this madman now."

She clenched her fist, her decision was firmed by her earlier judgment, planning to stake her life on this bait.

She looked at Yang Jian again.

The man was still calm, even overly indifferent, as if the consecutive deaths just now did not shake him at all.

It was as if the dead before him were not a group of people, but a group of ants.

This was truly the gaze of one who regarded life as insignificant as insects.

"Dead, is he? Looks like his luck wasn't great. So now... who's next?"

Yang Jian slowly retracted his gaze, speaking as if a malevolent spirit was casting a curse, challenging everyone's nerves.

How can he still be in the mood to say such things at a time like this?

In the corner, Cai Yu stared at this man, trying to discern something, but unfortunately, among the people he had encountered, there had been no one similar to this individual.

This was a unique existence.

Seconds ticked by one by one.

After it finished killing, the ghost seemed to enter a brief lull, taking a pause before attacking the next person.

All the survivors were waiting for this idle period to end, bracing themselves for the arrival of the next death.

Each person was sweating profusely.

That was the pressure of being on the brink of death.

Suddenly.

"Captain, the ghost, it's coming again."

The voice of Li Yang pierced the eerie silence.

Although he was unassuming, the others could see that he was able to predict the ghost's appearance in advance and provide intelligence.

"This time it's..."

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Li Yang's gaze shifted towards Yang Xiaohua.

It wasn't supposed to be the room behind this woman.

"Looks like your luck isn't that bad after all. Waiting for the rabbit is quite useful."

Yang Jian revealed a trace of a cold smile as he faced the old wooden door directly.

Yang Xiaohua was caught between Yang Jian and the wooden door, her eyes wide open with pupils contracted.

She felt as if she could sense the ghost right there in the room behind her.

Only separated by a single door.

This feeling seemed to be correct.

The next moment.

The door behind her slowly opened.

Yang Xiaohua could feel a chilly breath rushing from behind towards the back of her head.

Because of the profuse sweating, this coldness was particularly pronounced, as if it was going to freeze her entire body.

However, she dared not make a move.

For if she couldn't resist fleeing, not only would she be chased by the ghost, but she would also face retaliation from Yang Jian.

The plan was his, and he would definitely not allow any mistakes on her part.

"Capturing a fierce ghost? Can this man really do it?" Yang Xiaohua stared intently at him, as if to engrave every move he made deeply in her mind.

But at that moment, Yang Jian was still motionless.

No reaction?

Yang Xiaohua felt a sense of panic rising in her, losing confidence in her heart.

However, the next moment.

The door had already swung completely open, and she could glimpse the dim room behind her with her peripheral vision.

Suddenly.

A tremendous pulling force emerged, covering Yang Xiaohua's entire body with a bizarre supernatural power. She trembled violently, then her body flew backward.

There was no suspense.

The ghost attacked her, who was standing at the doorway.

"Save me, save me."

Yang Xiaohua's hands frantically reached out, her eyes filled with terror as she looked at Yang Jian, seeing the doorway in front of her rapidly receding.

"Take action, Li Yang, follow."

At this moment.

Yang Jian made his move, rushing into the room with a speed surpassing that of an ordinary person, grabbed the woman's arm in mid-air, then followed the tremendous pull deeper into the room.

Since Yang Xiaohua was the bait, naturally, through the bait and fishing line, one could trace back to the source.

The supernatural power attacking her was an invisible fishing line.

As it took Yang Xiaohua away, it also brought Yang Jian along.

In the darkness, Yang Jian's eyes emitted a striking red glow as he peered into the darkness, locating the source of the fierce ghost.

It was... the location of the bathroom in the room.

The bathroom door was now open.

A female corpse, her clothing decayed and her body pale with bruises overlaying her skin, was lying prostrate on the ground, her head disheveled and now slightly raised, revealing a pair of hollow, numb eyes.

Bizarre and malevolent.

Why was there an additional female corpse in the bathroom?

No, was it a fierce ghost?

For some reason, this thought surfaced in Yang Jian's mind, but then it quickly retreated.

"Get lost."

Clasping Yang Xiaohua, he flung her aside with force.

This woman actually broke free from the grip of supernatural power, flying sideways before crashing heavily onto the couch beside. Although she felt disoriented due to the shock, she was not injured. However, her arm almost felt like it had been nearly snapped by an icy hand.

The next moment, Yang Jian charged into the bathroom, facing the fierce ghost head-on.

Li Yang followed closely behind, reaching out to touch the bathroom door.

Bang!

Another sound of a door closing.

Li Yang once again used the Ghost Door Blocker's ability, locking the fierce ghost and Yang Jian inside together.

This was planned.

It wasn't an act of recklessness; the purpose was to trap the fierce ghost so that it couldn't break free for a short period, giving Yang Jian a chance to subdue it.

"Is he... okay?"

Yang Xiaohua struggled to get up quickly, her soul still in shock as she gazed towards the bathroom, only able to see a blurry silhouette in the dim environment.

But the event that had just occurred left a deep impression on her.

That Yang Jian had pushed her aside and charged into what seemed to be the source of the fierce ghost... the bathroom.

In other words.

Yang Jian truly saved her.

Yang Xiaohua pursed her lips, her thoughts complicated. She didn't believe Yang Jian saved her out of kindness; it was merely using her to achieve some goal. She had gambled out of desperation, yet the outcome exceeded her expectations.

"Bang! Bang!"

Striking sounds came from the bathroom door, as if some terrifying entity was trying to break free from its restraints and emerge.

"Captain Yang, are you alright?" Li Yang called out anxiously.

He feared an accident, that Yang Jian might fall inside.

If that were to happen, the entire Ghost Post Office would be surely heading down a dead end.

"Open the door." Yang Jian's low growl came from inside the bathroom.

Li Yang jolted, breaking contact with the door immediately.

The Ghost Door Blocker's power dissipated.

All of a sudden.

A crimson light suddenly lit up within the bathroom. The light, almost tangible, burst forth the moment the bathroom door opened, shooting straight towards Li Yang.

Li Yang felt a weird and chilly sensation eroding his body.

It seemed as if some foreign entity had been delivered inside him by the red light.

However, this anomaly lasted only for a brief duration, not even three seconds.

Swiftly, the crimson light dissipated.

The bathroom was once again enveloped in darkness, all returning to calmness.

"Ah!"

But then, shortly afterward, Li Yang's eyes bulged, a surge of intense pain eliciting a scream of agony from him.

Under his skin, a terrifying humanoid contour was writhing and bulging, as if it was intent on tearing his body apart alive.

The ghost, forcibly sent into Li Yang's body by Yang Jian, was now struggling, attempting to kill Li Yang to break free from control.

This ghost's Terror Level was not low - not the kind that could be easily manipulated.

Controlling this ghost posed a difficulty.

"Use the Door-blocking Ghost's ability to trap this ghost inside your body, attempt to establish a balance. Hurry, if the balance fails, you will definitely die."

Yang Jian's voice came from the bathroom. In the darkness, his eyes emitted an ominous crimson glow as he leaned on the wall, panting and walking out.

Just now, he had forced himself to use the fifth level of the Ghost Domain.

It was a struggle.

But it didn't matter.

Since the Ghost Post Office itself was a Ghost Domain, it exerted a certain level of suppression on the Ghost Eye. Although using the Ghost Eye forcefully could lead to its revival, it was still very perilous.

Luckily, it was successful.

Otherwise, if the plan failed, he would have to rely on supernatural artifacts to stay alive.