Mysterious Revival-Chapter 918 - 885: The Road that Appears Again

Over the past two days, Yang Jian arranged company matters, drafted a duty schedule for Feng Quan and Tong Qian, and strengthened the security measures in Dachang City.

Getting attacked at their doorstep must never happen again.

Liu Xiaoyu quickly adapted to her work, and everything returned to the state of normal operations.

During this time.

Yang Jian heard that Zhang Wei had established a new department in the company called the Dachang City Information Department.

He somehow gathered a group of vibrant young men, pampering them with good food and drinks, while leading them aimlessly around Dachang City every day. According to him, their job was to collect suspicious information from every corner of the city and protect Dachang City in secret.

However, Yang Jian chose not to interfere. After all, it wasn't a bad thing, and the company didn't mind the costs.

Today.

Yang Jian was driving home after work as usual.

In the car sat Zhang Liqin and Liu Xiaoyu.

Liu Xiaoyu rested her head on her hand, absentmindedly gazing out the window. Suddenly, she asked, "Yang Jian, why is Wang Shanshan's skin so white and tender? What's her secret?"

"Why are you asking such a random question?" Yang Jian didn't want to entertain such trivial topics.

"I'm just curious and casually asking," Liu Xiaoyu replied.

Yang Jian thought for a moment and then said, "The supernatural power has altered her body and changed her constitution. Haven't you noticed that Wang Shanshan's body feels cool? Her heartbeat is slow? Under ordinary standards, her physical state couldn't sustain normal survival needs, yet she's perfectly fine."

"Under these circumstances, as long as the supernatural power remains stable and doesn't malfunction, Wang Shanshan's state can maintain a near-stagnant physiological condition."

"What do you mean?" Liu Xiaoyu pressed further.

Yang Jian replied, "I mean, even in ten or twenty years, Wang Shanshan will still look the same. She won't age, and her lifespan might surpass that of ordinary people." freewebnøvel.com

"That's so amazing." Zhang Liqin's eyes widened as she reacted.

Such revelations might provoke envy among countless women.

"It comes with a cost."

Yang Jian glanced at her, "If the supernatural power loses control or fails entirely, Wang Shanshan will instantly become a corpse. Her life is sustained partly by the supernatural force and partly by her physical body, achieving a precarious balance. That balance resides in my hands."

Liu Xiaoyu nodded, "I know that. I've reviewed the Ghost Slave's file. If something happens to you, Wang Shanshan would certainly lose her life."

"If that's the case, then I wouldn't mind paying such a price myself," Zhang Liqin suddenly interjected.

Being forever youthful and having her life intertwined with Yang Jian's was undoubtedly beneficial in her eyes.

After all, ordinary people involved in supernatural matters were doomed without protection. Binding her life to Yang Jian's was an unimaginable opportunity for many.

Suddenly.

During their conversation, Yang Jian abruptly swerved the steering wheel, parking the car on the emergency lane, his expression turning grave.

"What's wrong?" Liu Xiaoyu was nearly shaken out of her seat in the cabin.

Yang Jian opened the car door and stepped out, "Zhang Liqin, drive and take Liu Xiaoyu back. I have something to attend to and won't be returning home. I may be away for a few days. Don't let word slip—just say I'm home playing games."

"Alright, okay." Zhang Liqin froze momentarily before quickly moving to the driver's seat.

"Drive away now," Yang Jian instructed firmly, walking away toward a nearby alley without looking back.

Liu Xiaoyu hurriedly called out, "Keep me updated if anything happens!"

Zhang Liqin said nothing more, glanced at Yang Jian, and promptly stepped on the gas, driving away.

She understood Yang Jian's personality. In moments like these, any extra word spoken or second wasted was foolishness. Yang Jian despised useless people lacking situational awareness.

Thus, Zhang Liqin made her exit decisively, without any hesitation.

Just as the car left.

Yang Jian's phone rang, and Li Yang's voice came through, "Captain, the path to the post office has appeared again. Are we going?"

At this moment, Li Yang was still at Guanjiang Residential Complex.

Yang Jian answered, "Yes, bring two Ghost Candles."

This time, he had received a batch of essential supplies from Shen Liang, including the red Ghost Candles. He intended to use them.

"Alright, captain. See you at the post office." Li Yang ended the call.

Yang Jian set his phone aside, his gaze cold as he stared at the alley ahead.

To regular eyes, this was just an insignificant alley. But to his sight, the alley turned into a winding path stretching afar, leading to an old building from the Republic of China Period. A signboard hung on the entrance to the eerie building, surrounded by flickering, multicolored neon lights.

An oppressive and sinister atmosphere filled the air.

The Ghost Post Office!

"This came sooner than expected. I just finished the last delivery not long ago. How many days have passed? A new delivery mission is already here?"

Yang Jian found this unusual. According to his expectations, Ghost Post Office's missions should take at least one or two months to appear.

But barely over a week had passed.

Of course, another possibility was that he was simply unlucky, always landing right on the timing for a delivery mission.

Striding forward, Yang Jian stepped onto the irreversible path. His hand conjured an oddly fractured golden spear seemingly out of nowhere.

With this supernatural weapon in hand and his own transformed existence, Yang Jian felt confident in fully resolving the enigma of Ghost Post Office.

He kept walking.

His figure gradually blurred, and the cityscape of Dachang City behind him slowly disappeared as though swallowed by the surrounding darkness.

The Ghost Post Office building became increasingly clearer.

The neon lights shone more dazzlingly.

Unknowingly, Yang Jian had walked along the supernatural path, leaving Dachang City and arriving at an unexplored realm. This place defied understanding, consisting solely of the Ghost Post Office building amidst total darkness, where venturing further risked losing oneself entirely.

At this critical moment, he naturally refrained from poking into other areas out of curiosity.

"Captain."

At the entrance, Yang Jian noticed a blurry figure emerging not far behind him. It was Li Yang approaching.

The post office path led to different places, but the destinations always converged.

"Relax. We've dealt with the Wang Family Mansion in Dadong City before; this Ghost Post Office is no big deal," Yang Jian spoke in a flat tone, easing Li Yang's tension.

Clearly, despite Li Yang's growth, he still greatly feared Ghost Post Office.

Perhaps this had to do with his connection to supernatural forces—he always sensed the presence of ghosts around here.

Li Yang nodded silently.

They pushed the door open.

"Cough, cough." A heavy, sickly cough interrupted them.

"You shouldn't be here." The voice was familiar—it was Sun Rui, the person in charge of Dahan City.

Codename: Sick Ghost.

Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly as he remembered. Sun Rui was still lingering on the first floor of Ghost Post Office. By now, he had been here for at least half a month.

Surviving in this place for half a month required not just ability, but immense mental resilience.

"It's me, Sun Rui." Yang Jian stepped through the door, feeling the creak of the old wooden floor beneath. The air was damp and gloomy as he returned to the first-floor lobby of Ghost Post Office.

The lobby housed an old counter where a sickly pale man, almost corpse-like, sat stiffly, propped up by a golden cane, eyes closed.

Beside the counter, an antique oil lamp flickered faintly, casting an amber glow.

The oil burned with an ominous stench that lingered, resembling the rotting odor of decayed corpses.

A gun lay on the counter, but its ammunition was spent, with the hammer uncocked.

Hearing Yang Jian's voice, Sun Rui's eyes darted open. His gaze was lifeless, tired, clouded, and streaked with bloodshot veins.

"Yang Team, you're alive! I thought you died during the last delivery mission." Sun Rui appeared astonished, then hinted at faint joy.

Yang Jian asked, "Why would you say that?"

"The post office seems completely out of control now. This place is terrifying. The couriers upstairs are dying one by one." Sun Rui replied.

He referred to the third and fourth floors.

Since Yang Jian entered Ghost Post Office, nearly all first- and second-floor couriers had perished. Some third-floor couriers had survived by avoiding the 301 room delivery mission.