Mysterious Revival-Chapter 929 - 896 Death Appears

The bedroom of Room 404 in the post office seemed more crowded than usual tonight.

Yang Jian, Li Yang, Wang Shan, Yang Xiaohua, Leuk Qingqing, Eagle, and the three couriers who were hiding in the wardrobe earlier made for a total of nine people.

Yet, this group was splintered into several smaller factions.

Yang Jian and Li Yang formed one group, Leuk Qingqing and Eagle another, while Wang Feng, Qu Hongtao, and the other two couriers made their own alliance. As for Yang Xiaohua and Wang Shan, they were just irrelevant ordinary people who could switch sides at any moment just to survive—true opportunists swaying with the wind.

The silent, somber atmosphere inside the room felt strange.

Although everyone seemed to be at peace, their inner thoughts were far from certain.

Outside the door,

hurried footsteps continued to pace back and forth.

The ghost remained outside, lingering by the door without leaving.

This peculiar environment and situation forced everyone to restrain themselves, preventing any outbreak of violence.

But everyone understood that when an opportunity arose, a deadly clash would be inevitable.

At this moment, Leuk Qingqing's eyes were locked onto Wang Feng, as if staring at a mortal enemy. After all, he had struck her earlier with a wooden mallet, caving in her entire skull. Even now, the damage hadn't fully recovered, and it seemed unlikely to ever properly heal.

Though the injury wasn't severe,

she couldn't tolerate the way it left her.

Wang Feng, on the other hand, was being extremely cautious around Yang Jian. His two companions were equally wary, convinced that Yang Jian posed the greatest threat.

"Interesting," Yang Jian muttered to himself, observing everyone's reactions.

He hadn't killed anyone today—not directly, anyway—and had shown remarkable restraint. Otherwise, not only would Wang Feng's group of couriers be dead, but even Leuk Qingqing and Eagle wouldn't have made it this far.

The reason for his restraint,

was largely because the fourth floor of the post office was incredibly dangerous tonight, and Yang Jian didn't want to create unnecessary complications.

Moreover, there was no urgency to act now.

"Let some people live a little longer. Tomorrow morning, everything will be dealt with." Yang Jian found a spot to sit down, closed his eyes, and began to rest.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaohua sat close to Yang Jian.

Although she knew Yang Jian had offended many people here, none of them were important. From beginning to end, the only person capable of ensuring her survival was Yang Jian.

If the opportunity arose, Yang Xiaohua wouldn't mind currying favor with him in exchange for a chance to live.

"It feels like it's not as dangerous as before,"

Li Yang remarked, seated by the door to guard against any intrusion by the ghost outside. Compared to earlier, the situation now seemed relatively safe, as though the worst had already passed.

But it was only eight-thirty; not even nine o'clock yet.

The night had only just begun.

Inside the room, none of the nine people spoke much, maintaining an eerie silence. However, not a single one of them appeared sleepy—they all remained highly cautious, ready to react to the slightest disturbance.

Time crept forward.

Nine o'clock. Nine-ten. Nine-thirty... ten o'clock.

The next few hours passed peacefully without incident.

Yang Jian's decision proved wise. Staying in Room 404 indeed greatly reduced the risk of ghost attacks. If they had remained in the hallway, who knew what horrors might've befallen them by now?

The extended period of safety, combined with the relentless tension, led to a slight sense of relief. Some individuals even felt an overwhelming urge to sleep.

Yang Xiaohua began to doze off. She wasn't fully asleep but was on the verge, jerking awake each time and resorting to slapping her face or pinching herself to stay alert.

She glanced to her side,

where Yang Jian remained seated, unmoving. His presence was oddly reassuring.

Then she turned to look at Li Yang on the other side, noticing that Li Yang was wide awake, showing no sign of drowsiness.

She scanned the rest of the group.

There wasn't much variation—some people stood to force themselves to stay awake, while others struggled to keep their eyes open but remained vigilant.

Finally, Yang Xiaohua's gaze landed on Wang Shan, who was huddled near the wall with his head down, completely still, as though he had fallen asleep.

"Wang Shan? Don't fall asleep,"

Yang Xiaohua whispered, trying to warn him to stay awake and avoid any untimely dangers.

But Wang Shan didn't respond, seemingly unaware of her words.

Yang Xiaohua gently nudged him, but just as she was about to say something, her hand recoiled violently upon touching him.

Wang Shan's body was unnaturally cold—so frigid it felt like a corpse, devoid of any warmth.

"Wang Shan?"

This time, she shook him harder, but his body simply toppled over, collapsing onto the floor with a heavy thud. His entire body was ice-cold, showing no signs of life.

Dead. Was he dead?

After a brief moment of shock, Yang Xiaohua suddenly realized the gravity of the situation.

"Wang Shan is dead!"

Her voice rose sharply, breaking the room's silence and snapping everyone to attention. One by one, all eyes turned to the scene.

Under the dim room lighting, they could see Wang Shan's lifeless body.

"Dead? Impossible!" Eagle leaped to his feet and rushed over to examine the corpse.

"He really is dead. And not for long—there's still residual warmth in his chest. But there are no obvious wounds or signs of supernatural attacks… it looks like sudden death," he concluded.

Sudden death?

"Eagle, do you really think a perfectly healthy person could just drop dead like that out of the blue?" Qu Hongtao, one of the couriers, asked coldly.

Wang Feng interjected, "I'm not saying it's impossible, but it's highly unlikely. For the record, his death has nothing to do with us, so don't you dare try to pin this on us. Honestly, we wouldn't waste our efforts on someone irrelevant. Isn't that right?"

Fearing that Wang Shan's death would spark conflict, Wang Feng scrambled to distance himself from the incident to avoid blame.

"If it wasn't natural causes or foul play, then there's only one explanation: he was killed by a ghost. This room might not be as safe as we thought,"

Leuk Qingqing said, tying her dark hair up to conceal her deformed skull.

Her words sent chills through everyone.

"Don't jump to conclusions. If there were a ghost in this room, it would've revealed itself by now. How could it hide for so long with so many eyes watching?" Wang Feng immediately refuted.

Eagle stayed silent, his gaze drifting to the room's bed.

On the bed lay a highly decomposed corpse—the body of his friend, Zhu Lei.

If there was anything suspicious here, that corpse was the likeliest candidate.

"What do you think, Captain?" Li Yang asked quietly, unable to deduce the truth on his own. He turned to Yang Jian for guidance.

Everyone else also shifted their focus to Yang Jian.

Here, Yang Jian was the authority figure. His words carried the most weight.

Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes, the flesh on his forehead splitting to reveal a crimson eye darting around the room, scanning every corner before settling briefly on Wang Shan's corpse.

"His death is indeed strange. Even I didn't notice it happening,"

Yang Jian admitted. Despite his vigilance, he hadn't paid much attention to Wang Shan, an ordinary person from the first floor. Someone like that could drop dead at any moment without raising eyebrows.

But dying at this juncture? That was unsettling.

Perhaps there really was a ghost hiding in this room.

"Have you all forgotten? There's a ghost among the couriers on the fourth floor," Yang Jian calmly reminded everyone.

"Which means that one of the couriers here isn't human but a ghost in disguise. Wang Shan's death might be connected to that."

His words sent a shockwave through the group.

Of course.

The rumor said that one of the couriers from the fourth floor had been replaced by a ghost, and that was the reason the post office had fallen into chaos.

"You mean to say that the disguised ghost is among us?" Wang Feng's heart sank, cold dread seeping into his limbs.

"We're couriers from the third floor. The ghost can't be one of us. It's only the fourth-floor couriers who are suspicious. Wang Feng, right? Can you vouch for the people around you? Or… could it be you?" Yang Jian said slowly.

"Are you kidding? If one of us were the ghost, do you think we'd have survived this long?" Wang Feng retorted.

Leuk Qingqing remained silent, her gaze shifting momentarily to Eagle.

Eagle couldn't be ruled out either.

"Who knows? Let's wait and see. The night is still long. If the ghost is among us, it'll strike again when it finds the chance," Yang Jian remarked.

"Do you think the ghost will still kill after you've called it out?" Eagle asked.

"Yes,"

Yang Jian replied. "After all, a ghost is still a ghost. It doesn't calculate gains and losses; it doesn't weigh pros and cons. No matter how well it mimics being human, its essence doesn't change. It will strike whenever it gets the chance."

"This is terrible," Yang Xiaohua said, feeling a deep sense of despair.

She had thought the danger had passed. Yet it turned out there was a ghost hiding among the nine of them.

No, now it was eight.

"Damn it," Qu Hongtao muttered under his breath, overwhelmed with frustration.

Yang Jian remained calm. He knew he wasn't in any real danger; if the ghost targeted him, it would immediately expose itself. freēnovelkiss.com

Managing to secretly kill Wang Shan under everyone's nose had been hard enough already.