Mysterious Revival - Chapter 1026 - 992 The Black Letter

Even though there was something strange about Room 502, Yang Jian couldn’t hold back and attempted to hack the door open.

The door couldn’t withstand the assault of the Firewood Knife.

This was a huge advantage for Yang Jian, meaning he could forcibly enter any room on the fifth floor of this post office.

Quickly.

The door to Room 502 was forcibly hacked open.

The wooden door cracked wide, unable to close again. If nothing unexpected occurred, this room would be considered useless, as the lack of door protection made it easy for supernatural entities within the post office to invade.

Yet, even though the door was damaged to such an extent, when Yang Jian reached out to open it, the wooden door remained motionless, as if stuck.

Something continued to interfere.

No choice.

Yang Jian had to completely destroy the door.

With repeated chopping, the old wooden door turned to a heap of wooden fragments, no longer resembling a door.

The room was enveloped in darkness, with the lights not turned on.

This was highly abnormal.

Under normal circumstances, the room of the messenger must have lights, because ghosts wouldn’t appear under light.

The area covered by the lights inside the post office represented a safe zone.

“Is there a ghost in Room 502 too?” Yang Jian used his Ghost Eye to peer inside.

Although he could ignore the darkness, the room’s walls blocked his sight, preventing a full view of the conditions inside. He only saw this room was extraordinarily damp, cold, and the walls were moldy, as if abandoned for years, without any sign of residing care.

Th𝒾𝓈 𝓬hаp𝕥𝘦r 𝙞𝐬 p𝟬𝗌𝘵𝕖ⅆ b𝓎 𝘒𝘪𝕥є𝐧0𝓋𝑒𝗹

And yet, the middle-aged man in his fifties had said he lived here for a long time.

Evidently, this didn’t match.

The room showed no signs of long-term habitation, while the previous Room 501 seemed relatively clean and tidy, with an oil lamp lit during the day, suitable for living conditions.

“Let’s deal with that person first.”

Though observing, Yang Jian didn’t hesitate much. Soon, he stepped into the room.

He wanted to find that person and seize his memory.

The structure of the room was the same as others, without much difference. After Yang Jian went inside, the eerie eyes in the hallway behind instantly withdrew, as though entering a room wouldn’t attract attention from the eyes in the oil painting.

Whether that was good news or not remained uncertain.

He reached the room’s living room.

The living room was damp, the old sofa filthy, unattended, with several faded posters on the walls, and some unopened packaged food on the dining table. The production dates on those were from twenty years ago and seemed untouched.

“Only the living need to eat, the dead and ghosts do not need food.” Yang Jian, holding the cracked long gun, looked around with his Ghost Eye.

He could be certain.

The middle-aged man in his fifties was definitely not alive.

“In the bathroom.”

Suddenly.

Yang Jian moved, sensing something, immediately heading to the bathroom.

The bathroom door was ajar, with everything worn-out except the relatively clean doorknob, indicating frequent use.

He opened the bathroom door.

Immediate.

Yang Jian’s expression shifted slightly as he saw a body almost decomposed into skeleton lying in the bathtub, mouth agape in apparent agony and unwillingness before death.

“It was that person before.”

From the barely decomposed clothes, Yang Jian identified the skeleton as the middle-aged man in his fifties.

Taking a few steps closer and glancing again.

Yang Jian saw the skeleton’s hand tightly clutching a letter.

It was a post office style letter but with a black envelope unlike any he had seen before.

“A black letter?” Yang Jian furrowed his brow.

He had seen yellow letters and the dangerous red letters, but never a black letter.

Although the post office’s letter paper was black.

“A black letter not delivered or torn? What could it represent?” Yang Jian pondered.

Messengers typically faced three outcomes.

Failing delivery and getting annihilated.

Successfully delivering.

Tearing the letter.

This was a fourth scenario, neither delivering mail nor tearing it, dying inside the post office. Dying outside would suggest the first scenario, delivery failure and annihilation.

Yet the messenger died inside without sending the letter, it’s incomprehensible.

If unwilling to deliver, a messenger would tear the letter instead of holding onto it.

“Regardless, the letter must be extraordinary, certainly holding a special significance.”

As Yang Jian deliberated.

“Cough cough.”

The previously dim living room lights abruptly flickered, followed by a weak cough. After the sound, footsteps echoed in the living room as though someone suddenly appeared.

Yang Jian didn’t immediately turn around.

His Ghost Eye already caught the scene behind him.

In the abandoned, old room, the middle-aged man in his fifties reappeared, standing like a corpse, unmoving, with an odd gaze directed at him.

“Bang!”

Then, a cracked long gun accompanied by a red glow emerged instantly, leaving no time for anyone to react, the long gun piercing the living room floor and through the man’s body.

Yang Jian retracted his hand and turned around: “What are you?”

The middle-aged man still stood there, seemingly unaffected by the supernatural weapon, like a residual image, not truly present.

“Looks like the messengers on the fourth floor faced quite an extraordinary presence.”

His expression was calm yet somewhat numb: “You’re very special, unlike other messengers possessed by vengeful ghosts. You skillfully control the Supernatural Power and transform it into your own strength. I saw your previous attack. If you were dealing with a ghost, it would have resolved by now.”

“You’re the first I’ve seen using Supernatural Power and turning it against vengeful ghosts.”

“I thought you’d already understand the existence of Ghost Riders, but it seems you truly can’t leave this room.” Yang Jian said: “What’s your name? What’s your identity outside?”

The person appeared with the flickering room light, standing expressionless and replied: “Your analysis is correct, I’m merely a Resentful Spirit trapped in this room, existing through Supernatural Power, unable to die, unable to escape. Haven’t you found my corpse in the bathroom?”

***

“As for my name and identity, they don’t really matter. Previous messengers often called me Old Li.”

Old Li?

Clearly, he’s someone named Li who doesn’t wish to reveal his real name.

That’s quite normal, many people in the supernatural circle choose random names to call themselves, like the previous Old Eagle.

It’s not about deceiving others, but rather to avoid unnecessary trouble.

“But you haven’t told me your name yet,” the person who calls himself Old Li asked.

“Yang Jian.”

Old Li continued, “Last name Yang? Also similar to the man in that oil painting. What was your relationship with him before?”

“Are you talking about that painting? The person in it should be my long-deceased father,” Yang Jian replied. “Knowing these things doesn’t seem useful to someone who’s already dead like you.”

“I see,” Old Li said.

At that moment, the lights flickered as if about to go out, and the person claiming to be Old Li seemed to start fading away, giving a very unreal feeling.

Yang Jian understood.

This person used to be a messenger and had long since died. The reason he still exists is due to some supernatural phenomenon; once the phenomenon disappears or some balance is broken, he will vanish entirely, just like Yang Jian’s father, who existed relying on a dream.

This person relies on this room to exist.

However, Yang Jian doesn’t know how this person has managed to persist for so long despite being dead.

“You are not the first one to arrive in this room,” Old Li suddenly seemed to speak to himself.

“Many have died in this room and never left.”

Yang Jian frowned, “So you’re trying to kill me too?”

“If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t be talking to you this much. I hope for someone to successfully enter and leave this room alive, thus ending everything at the post office. Unfortunately, those I selected weren’t able to do it,” Old Li explained.

“What is that black letter?” Yang Jian asked.

“An end, yet also a beginning,” Old Li spoke cryptically.

But the surrounding lights flickered, and the time they stayed off grew longer. With the lights’ extinction, his figure gradually vanished, and with their return, he gradually appeared.

No physical form, just a supernatural phenomenon.

Yang Jian looked up at the light bulb overhead.

On the bulb, there was a human-shaped pattern, as if it was drawn or like a person’s sticker adhered to it.

So this is how Old Li managed to appear in the room.

“The light appears because the post office’s power has the upper hand, suppressing the supernatural, thus Old Li appears. The light extinguishes because there’s a ghost in this room. Now there’s a subtle balance between the ghost and the post office’s room, so Old Li hasn’t been entirely devoured by the ghost or wiped out by the post office’s power.”

“He has survived using a special method in the cracks.”

Yang Jian, experienced and sharp, immediately analyzed the situation upon noticing something unusual.

“Leave the room with the black letter, the post office’s operation will have a new beginning. It’s the final chance and the only chance, otherwise, this place will completely spiral out of control, all messengers will perish, and all vengeful spirits imprisoned in the post office will be released.”

Old Li said, “Be careful, the ghost is about to appear…”

Without giving Yang Jian more time to ask, he vanished along with the final extinguishment of the lights.

The room returned to a deathly silence.

Then, from the bathroom behind, came a clear dripping sound, as if someone had turned on a faucet, and the surrounding air became increasingly cold.

“He wants me to leave with the black letter, and judging by his words, I wasn’t the first to enter this room. Others have been lured into the room by Old Li, but they failed and were killed by the ghost…”

Yang Jian squinted, “Interesting.”

A person dead for years seemed to have set a trap before dying and is searching for a person to break it.

Let’s see who can leave the room with the black letter.

“So, everything begins with interacting with that black letter.”

Yang Jian returned to the bathroom.

A corpse, resembling dried bones, remained in the bathtub, clutching the black letter tightly, as if it were very important.

Water droplets fell one by one from above.

The bathroom walls were covered in water droplets, signaling some unwelcome supernatural occurrences.

But for now, it’s not completely out of control because Yang Jian hasn’t touched the black letter.

But the next moment.

Yang Jian strode forward and directly snatched the black letter from the corpse’s hand.

The moment the black letter was taken, it seemed a certain balance within the room was broken, and unexpected events immediately occurred. Previously, the bathroom walls were merely seeping water droplets, but now those droplets turned to beads of blood, ceaselessly flowing from the wall seams.

Furthermore, the tiles on the walls bulged one after another, as if something was trying to push through from within them.

“Simply leaving this room should be easy, but why couldn’t the messengers who entered manage to take the black letter and leave?”

Yang Jian, puzzled, ignored the surrounding supernatural occurrences and headed straight to the living room, holding the cracked long gun, heading toward the door.

But before he could take a step, he discovered the door to the outside had vanished.

A mottled wall appeared before him.

“It’s not an illusion, the room’s environment has truly changed,” Yang Jian, with the ghost eye’s gaze, confirmed the wall’s authenticity.

“A ghost is influencing reality, altering everything in the room, this is right. A ghost capable of affecting reality, that is indeed difficult for any messenger to deal with.”

To fully affect reality means the ghost can twist all aspects of it, similar to the Deceiving Ghost in Yang Jian’s possession.

The Deceiving Ghost needs human intentions as reference to influence reality, but the ghost in this room doesn’t require that.

“There’s no longer a way out of this room; to leave, the ghost here must be dealt with,” Yang Jian abandoned the thought of searching for an exit.

Everything in reality can be altered, the way is impossible to appear, only by severing the supernatural source can one succeed.

“Bang!”

Suddenly.

At this moment, a wall in the room suddenly collapsed.

Perhaps too old and frail.

But within the wall, several rotting corpses appeared, stacked together, as if built within the wall, at least seven or eight corpses, male and female, some with particular corpses glaring with dead gray eyes, without a trace of rot.

“Previous messengers who died in this room?”

Yang Jian glanced, roughly guessing the identity of the corpses.

No wonder the room is so dark, damp, and the lights flicker unpredictably.

One must know that messengers able to reach the fifth floor are basically ghost controllers.

The more corpses, the more dangerous the room.