Mysterious Revival-Chapter 931 - 898: Beyond Expectations

Past midnight, at twelve o'clock.

The supernatural phenomena on the fourth floor of the Ghost Post Office seemed more active than ever before. The ghosts, previously suppressed by the rules of the post office, now felt completely out of control.

The sound of something repeatedly ramming its head against the door echoed dully.

Outside the door, hurried footsteps paced back and forth. Occasionally, the faint noises of someone moving along the hallway could be heard.

But what truly sent chills down their spines was the faint, drifting sound of singing rising from somewhere in the post office. The melody was peculiar, like an opera singer performing, the tone heavily laden with dramatic inflection. Yet, the singing intermittently faded away, disappearing as quickly as it had emerged, making it difficult to discern clearly. Judging by the distance of the sound, it seemed to come from a place far beyond the fourth floor.

Like it was carried across from outside the building, or drifting from a dimension deeper within the post office.

The emergence of these eerie phenomena compelled everyone to cover their ears, desperate to block out the unsettling noises.

At this moment.

Inside Room 404's bedroom, two corpses were already lying there.

One corpse was sprawled on the bed, in an advanced stage of decomposition. The other belonged to Wang Shan, who had died not long ago but had already begun to grow cold and stiff.

In the Ghost Post Office, the rate of corpse decay was far faster than outside.

"Bang!"

The tranquility of the room was shattered at precisely twelve twenty.

The relentless footsteps pacing outside the door suddenly ceased, followed by a heavy kick slamming against the wooden door.

The kick came so abruptly that Li Yang, who had been tasked with blocking the door, was momentarily caught off guard. Without time to react, he was sent tumbling backward, crashing onto the ground. The tightly shut door swung wide open.

Complete darkness loomed beyond the doorway.

A cold draft swept into the room, dispelling the oppressive, stagnant air hanging inside.

Yet beyond the open door, there was no one. Only a series of disordered, dense footprints upon the threshold, sprinkled lightly with dirt.

"Damn it."

Li Yang's face turned pale with terror. Although he possessed the Ghost Door Blocker ability, it wasn't feasible to use it at all times; prolonged usage would hasten his ghostly resurgence. Thus, he had leaned against the door for quick activation when needed.

But this kick—it caught him completely off guard.

Who could have anticipated that the ghost lurking outside would pace back and forth for hours, only to suddenly kick the door down with such force now, stronger than any previous attempts?

As the door swung open.

The footprints outside immediately sprang into action, ready to invade the room's interior.

This startled everyone awake, their gazes snapping toward the doorway in alarm.

Was the ghost coming in?

The same thought swept through their minds.

Yang Jian was the first to react. But rather than checking outside the door, he didn't bother glancing that way. He knew the ghost intended to enter the room, but to him, the threat wasn't significant. This particular ghost's Terror Level wasn't high—when the Ghost Candle burned earlier, it didn't dare approach. Furthermore, no one had been killed by it so far.

Instead, with a sudden movement, his ghostly eye sprang open and fixated on the people inside the room.

If someone among them truly was harboring a ghost, they would seize this critical opportunity to act now, especially after killing Wang Shan. This was an ideal moment.

Thus, Yang Jian monitored their movements closely.

"Quick, shut the door! Don't let the ghost come inside," Old Eagle growled lowly, immediately pulling out an old firearm and firing a shot at the doorway.

The gunshot wasn't deafening. Instead of bullets, it fired a fragment of bone.

The splintered bone landed on the floor outside the door, scattering into dust upon impact.

Something incredible occurred—the advancing footprints in the room suddenly halted, as if struck. The eerie marks began retreating, taking several deliberate steps backward.

The gun undoubtedly had the ability to repel the ghost.

However, this repulsion was only temporary.

Mere seconds later, the retreating footprints began moving forward once more, resuming their advance.

But those few seconds were enough.

Li Yang regained himself, sprang to his feet, and slammed the door shut once more.

The Ghost Door Blocker's supernatural power enveloped the entire room.

BANG!

The ghost outside resumed kicking the door, but this time its efforts were repelled.

"That was too close," Li Yang exhaled heavily, his forehead slick with cold sweat.

He realized his momentary lapse.

But there was no way to anticipate it—who could have foreseen such an abrupt assault hours later?

For now, the situation was under control.

"Close call. Nearly let the ghost in. Everyone okay?" Old Eagle sighed in relief.

"Too late. Someone's already dead."

Yang Jian's sharp gaze locked onto a corner of the room.

Previously, the courier named Qu Hongtao stood frozen there, as though he had witnessed something he shouldn't have. His face bore an expression of disbelief and paralyzing terror.

He had been alive moments ago, but now he drew no breath.

"Thud!"

Qu Hongtao's lifeless body toppled heavily to the ground.

"What?"

The others were stunned by this sudden demise.

Dead?

Just like that?

"It must have been the ghost inside the room. This ghost is terrifying—capable of killing a courier instantly. But who? Who is it?"

Even Liu Qingqing, a ghost tamer, felt an unsettling sense of dread. She hurriedly scanned the room, trying to identify the ghost's hidden identity.

But among the others, no one appeared suspicious.

Everything seemed unchanged from moments ago.

Even Yang Jian hadn't caught how this person died.

Despite his ghostly eye observing everyone, he hadn't uncovered a single clue amid the chaos.

This ghost wasn't merely hidden—it was beyond detection.

"I don't know. Moments ago, I could have sworn he was fine, just like me, startled into standing up by the commotion outside the door." Wang Feng's face turned grim, his hand trembling slightly.

The tension engulfing him was palpable—a mixture of fear and unease.

Qu Hongtao had stood right beside him moments ago. If it wasn't Hongtao who had died, then it would have been Wang Feng. His survival teetered solely on the edge of sheer luck.

"Before he died, I saw his eyes looking toward your side. That means the ghost is over there." Wang Feng steadied his nerves with a deep breath, pointing toward a specific area.

The direction he indicated contained two people.

Old Eagle and Liu Qingqing.

"The ghost is between you two."

"Don't be so quick to accuse!"

Old Eagle snapped coldly, "If it weren't for me repelling the ghost outside the door, we'd all be dead right now. And this is how you repay me—pointing fingers at me? Wang Feng, you're despicably ruthless."

"But Old Eagle, you're definitely the most suspicious. Liu Qingqing was right earlier—the ghost came from the fourth floor couriers. So she and Yang Jian are excluded. That leaves only you, since the fourth-floor couriers had already ostracized you, forcing you to isolate yourself in Room 402. If that doesn't indicate anything, the biggest clue lies in the items you've touched—Lin Yue's corpse, his gun, and the ashes from the Cinerary Casket."

"Lin Yue, as you all know, was the courier who ascended from the third to the fourth floor. He brought the ghost here. While he's dead now, the ghost he brought still lingers."

Wang Feng's sharp analytical skills brought his rationale forward confidently, seemingly unraveling the truth entirely.

Liu Qingqing furrowed her brows, casting a doubtful look toward Old Eagle.

Upon further consideration, the suspicions surrounding Old Eagle's role seemed stronger than Wang Feng's argument against him—or anyone else.

Now with fewer survivors left.

With Qu Hongtao and Wang Shan dead, excluding Yang Jian, Li Yang, and the ordinary human Yang Xiaohua, it narrowed the pool further: If Wang Feng and his associate weren't suspect, then the most probable candidate was Old Eagle.

Old Eagle's connections to Lin Yue's items and Qu Hongtao's final gaze toward him amplified his apparent culpability.

"So, are you the ghost?" Yang Jian, his calm expression unwavering, stared darkly at Old Eagle, his long gun now in hand.

Liu Qingqing immediately retreated several steps, creating more distance between herself and Old Eagle.

Old Eagle hurriedly started defending himself, "No, I'm not the ghost. Yang Jian, don't act impulsively. Even if you kill me, the ghost would still remain in the room. I don't want my death to end up proving Wang Feng's assumption wrong."

"Wang Feng's deductions make sense. Even I think he's right." Yang Jian rose slowly.

"Those attacked by the ghost often don't realize it themselves. When I delivered letters before, I saw this firsthand—people getting killed by ghosts, borrowing supernatural powers temporarily to stay alive, convinced they were safe. Old Eagle, your denial doesn't surprise me at all. If it weren't the case, the ghost wouldn't have hidden this deeply, evading detection after all this time." Wang Feng explained further.

"Stop! I swear I'm not the ghost! You must believe me. If I were, I wouldn't have helped earlier when the ghost was trying to get in." Old Eagle pleaded as Yang Jian approached him, retreating helplessly.

He knew too well—if Yang Jian attacked, he wouldn't stand a chance, guilty or innocent.

Yang Jian's ghostly eye glimmered red, its vivid hue striking even in the dim room. His long gun held steady, aimed decisively toward Old Eagle.

He acted.

Old Eagle quivered in terror as if he could tangibly sense death creeping toward him.

But in the next instant, the cracked long gun pierced downward sharply, embedding itself into Wang Shan's rotting corpse on the floor.

Yang Jian said coldly, "Of course it isn't you. Because the real ghost is Wang Shan."

The corpse trembled grotesquely, emitting a chilling, blood-curdling scream that startled everyone. But mere moments later, the body no longer stirred.

The Coffin Nail's suppressive force took effect—no ghost could escape its hold.