Mysterious Revival-Chapter 731 - 698: The Three Released Men

Although it was startling, it wasn't dangerous.

But the uniqueness of this ghost made Yang Jian feel like he nearly capsized because once he saw Zhou Lin's body turn into that of a ghost, he knew that this ghostly encounter was different from the supernatural events he had encountered before.

"That letter attracted a ghost that seemed to specifically target me. If that ghost had successfully invaded my body, I might have actually died here."

Yang Jian's gaze flickered, "So, is this the cost of opening that letter? To create a supernatural event targeting the reader. The danger is present, but the level doesn't seem to be very high... Maybe this is because it's my first time reading the letter. If I read it a second or third time, it might bring about even more intractable supernatural events."

It seemed the profession of a messenger was not as simple as he had imagined.

"Anyway, let's try and see if this ghost can be dealt with."

Yang Jian put aside other thoughts and decided to deal with the problem at hand first. This ghost might not kill quickly, but it was exceptionally peculiar and different from other ghosts.

"If I can't touch evil ghosts myself, then I'll have to rely on the Headless Ghost Shadow. I hope it can suppress this ghost."

He was cautious, not wanting to repeat the previous person's fate of being invaded by a ghost, so he conservatively chose the Headless Ghost Shadow.

A tall, black figure slowly separated from Yang Jian's body and stood behind him, looking like a headless corpse in the dim light.

As soon as the Headless Ghost Shadow appeared, it immediately walked towards the ghost that was still lying on the ground.

Since it wasn't himself approaching, Yang Jian's movements were a bit bolder.

The Ghost Shadow moved swiftly, and by this time, it had reached the side of the ghost. Just as it was about to invade, the body lying on the ground started to move again.

However, this time the surrounding anomalies disappeared—the strange wind stopped, the chilling aura dissipated, and the dimness covering the woods started to lift, as if night was retreating and day was returning.

"Hm?" This change made Yang Jian pause in his actions.

Immediately after,

The man lying on the ground, named Zhou Lin, touched his head and got up groggily, mumbling to himself, "What happened to me just now? I feel like I passed out."

"Am I alright? I remember being chased by an evil ghost just now."

It seemed he lost the memory of his unconscious period, only recalling falling while fleeing, then he didn't wake up again until this moment. He thought he had just regained consciousness from passing out, never considering the possibility that he had actually died.

"Resurrected?"

Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly.

He had just confirmed that Zhou Lin was dead; the body was cold, and the ghost had invaded his body. Yet, in an instant, he seemed to come back to life, completely defying logic.

Could it be that Zhou Lin had inadvertently become a ghost controller?

No.

That's impossible.

One certainly can't die first before becoming a ghost controller; how could someone who had become a corpse then fill that role?

However, the anomalies in the woods were indeed fading quickly.

The sky returned to normal.

Some rays of sunlight even penetrated the area, though it was only because of the changes in the environment due to Yang Jian's Ghost Domain that the others were not yet aware.

"What, what is this?" Suddenly, Zhou Lin turned his head and upon seeing the tall, headless black shadow so close to him, he jumped with fright and quickly backed away, horror returning to his face.

Yang Jian frowned.

He wasn't sure whether to act or to hold back.

Killing Zhou Lin was easy, but that might cause the ghost to invade a second person, and predicting the outcome of that was impossible.

Thinking this,

Yang Jian's gaze gradually retreated, and the tall, headless black shadow quickly sank down to become a shadow covering the ground beneath his feet.

He decided not to take any action.

"Is that your ghost?" Zhou Lin's eyes widened upon seeing Yang Jian's shadow, finding it inconceivable.

That shadow of Yang Jian was actually a ghost.

"So, is it over?" With the disappearance of the Ghost Domain, Zhao Li, the woman next to him, saw the surroundings brighten and immediately spoke with utmost joy.

"Where is the ghost? Where's the ghost?" Not far off, Li Yue also looked around nervously.

Yang Jian remained silent, looking very solemn.

He was observing this Li Yue, trying to see if there were any anomalies since the real ghost resided within this person's body.

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But, on closer observation, the man seemed completely normal, showing no signs of issues.

"So you've resolved the supernatural event that just occurred? Impressive." Li Yue didn't skimp on praising, "Indeed, this level of danger seems too trivial for someone like you. If I had known, I wouldn't have tried to protect the letter and should've just given it to you."

Surviving such a supernatural assault naturally qualified him to read the letter.

"The letter, it's gone." Yang Jian stretched out his hand and showed that the crumpled letter had turned to ash, scattering with the wind.

It seemed that as the supernatural power that resided in it dissipated, the letter became useless.

Li Yue breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good news; it means our mission here is over. Without the letter, there's no need to deliver it."

"Is that so? What about your identity as a messenger?" Yang Jian asked.

"The identity of the messenger remains."

Li Yue's expression darkened again, "It's a curse from an Evil Ghost. Nobody can escape after becoming a messenger; at least, I haven't heard of any messenger who has succeeded. The only way to survive is to inherit that mysterious post office and take control there."

"As for how, I don't know; I only know that a messenger will gradually uncover more secrets in the process of delivering letters."

Yang Jian furrowed his brows, "The post office? Where is that place?"

"I'm not sure, I don't know that place, all I know is that sometimes when you open a door, or just walk along, you'll find yourself entering the post office, and it's the same for others. Some people have tried to use GPS to determine the location, but it's completely useless," Li Yue said.

"How do you become a messenger?" Yang Jian asked again.

Li Yue shook his head, "I don't know. It was an accident that I became a messenger. One day I was just at home watching TV when I heard someone knock on the door. When I opened it, there was no one there, just a letter on the ground."

"That letter was exactly like the one you had in your hand just now. Out of curiosity, I opened it... and just like that, I became a messenger."

"It sounds like someone is deliberately spreading this curse," Yang Jian said.

The person knocking on the door certainly wasn't a ghost; it had to be a human, perhaps another messenger distributing the curse, so it kept spreading without interruption.

Seeing Yang Jian stay silent, Li Yue immediately said, "Although one of my companions died at your hand, I don't blame you. It's quite fortunate that only one person died to complete this delivery task. But we can't stay here for long; we need to leave, and I hope that Yang Jian, you will let us go."

"If you are still determined to kill me, then I have no choice but to resign myself to fate. Not even ghosts can kill you. With your abilities, it would probably take only a few seconds to deal with us."

He was straightforward, not beating around the bush.

"Where to?" Yang Jian asked coldly.

"Back to the post office," Li Yue replied.

Yang Jian didn't care about the lives of these people. At his level, the life and death of a few individuals were indeed inconsequential. What he cared about was the person who was possessed by the ghost.

Should he make a move against these people and get rid of that ghost, or would it be better to do less than more, letting them leave?

"You all may go. Don't come to Dachang City again. If you have a similar delivery task next time, figure out a way to deal with it yourselves. Otherwise, if I see you here again, I will kill you on the spot. And when that happens, I won't give you any warning; you won't even see my face before you die."

Yang Jian said icily, sending them the severest of warnings.

A chill ran down Li Yue's spine; he knew that the man before him wasn't just talking big to scare them. It was clear that Yang Jian really wanted to kill them, to nip any potential danger in the bud.

But he didn't do it.

Perhaps he was wary of the messengers, or maybe he had other plans.

"Thank you, we will never appear in Dachang City again, not for the rest of our lives. You can be assured of that," Li Yue said.

Yang Jian said, "I didn't ask for your promises. You just need to do as I say. Also, I have a letter for you to open after you leave Dachang City," he added.

Then, he found paper and a pen on the corpse nearby, wrote down a note, and folded it.

"If you can't resist and open it before that, you won't be able to leave Dachang City alive."

The envelope-less note landed in Li Yue's hands.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he didn't dare to even think of opening it. It seemed even more terrifying than the previous letter.

"Get lost," Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and gestured with a wave of his hand.

"Zhou Lin, let's hurry," the woman called Zhao Li said, not daring to linger, and hurriedly left.

Before she left, she took one last look at Yang Jian, as if imprinting the image of this frightening man in her heart, vowing never to see him again for the rest of her life.

Because he was even more terrifying than a vengeful ghost.

Soon, the three of them left as if fleeing.

Yang Jian, carrying a body bag, stood at the entrance of the woods, watching them leave.

His gaze lingered particularly on the man called Zhou Lin.

His purpose was simple: let these people take the ghost away from Dachang City. As for what would happen afterward, he didn't know and couldn't manage. The world was already full of holes with traces of ghost invasions everywhere. He couldn't possibly deal with all supernatural incidents.

Even if there was an incident he could handle, he felt he should avoid it.

By not confronting it head-on, he minimized one more danger.

Who knew what special circumstances could arise, after all, ghosts were unpredictable.

After watching their car disappear into the distance, Yang Jian started walking back to the village with the body bag.

At that moment.

Driving away from the scene, Li Yue breathed a sigh of relief, "Damn it, what bad luck to run into the last person you'd want to meet in Dachang City. Who would've thought Yang Jian would come here? But how did he get the news about that bizarre corpse in the woods?"

"Li Yue, I feel like that Yang Jian is very unusual. He's nothing like the other ghost masters we've seen before. That look in his eyes when we left... cold, devoid of any living emotion, as if he was looking at three corpses. Also, did you notice? He used ghost powers more than once," the woman named Zhao Li said with her head slightly lowered, still visibly uneasy.

"Stop thinking about that man, we won't cross paths with him again."

Li Yue grimaced, clenching his teeth, "If it weren't for that letter, all of us would be dead by his hand. That man is too extreme. He talks about killing us as if there were no reason at all. Dealing with someone like that is more torturous than hanging."

"By the way, didn't that Yang Jian give you a note earlier? What does it say?" Zhao Li asked curiously.

"He told me to open it after leaving Dachang City." Li Yue's expression darkened slightly. "Let's just do as he asked and not complicate things further."

Soon.

The few people in the car fell into silence.

It wasn't until the car had driven far enough away from Dachang City that Li Yue hesitantly pulled the note out of his pocket.

It had a simple message: The ghost is in another man.

Huh?

Li Yue was taken aback at first, then realized the implication and looked at Zhou Lin in the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, Zhou Lin's half of the face was strangely foreign, not matching his own features, as if it belonged to another person. It was incredibly pale and covered with soil.

Li Yue's hair stood on end, and he was utterly horrified.

Meanwhile, Zhao Li sat beside him, unaware, still thinking Zhou Lin was the same as before, completely oblivious to the fact that he had already died once.