Mysterious Revival - Chapter 1053 - 1019: Dismembered Hand

Ghosts kept appearing in the post office one after another, each more terrifying than the last. Although no one had died yet, it was due to the combined efforts of Yang Jian and Ye Zhen. However, the situation now was changing. Ye Zhen, being rather reckless, left the position in the hall, intending to confront the ghosts actively.

As a result, he disappeared.

He vanished entirely into the scattered black letters on the ground, nowhere to be found.

At the same time, the ghost known as the Door-Opening Ghost appeared in the post office.

It was a corpse dressed in a long robe, exuding a faint scent of decay, long dead, yet eerily roaming within the post office, slowly descending from upstairs to the hall on the first floor.

Yang Jian had made a guess.

This Door-Opening Ghost might very well be the same ghost as the Door Knocking Ghost, controlled by the same person, but deliberately scattered like a puzzle for some reason. Otherwise, this ghost would be too unsolvable and impossible to handle.

“Is it aimlessly wandering over, or has it already targeted someone among us?”

Yang Jian, at this moment, stared at the ghost, tightly gripping the long spear in his hand, ready to dismember the ghost.

Only… the Ghost Shadow was still in Sun Rui’s body, helping suppress the ghost’s resurrection, and using Ghost Shadow now might not determine what impact it would have on Sun Rui.

He couldn’t die now.

If Sun Rui died, none of it would matter.

Yang Jian stifled the impulse in his heart, choosing not to strike proactively but to watch and retaliate according to the circumstances.

In the Ghost Eye’s sight.

After the lifeless old man walked down the stairs, he paused momentarily. But this pause didn’t last long, as the old man then opened his dead-gray, dim eyes and stepped toward the group’s direction, unsure whether it was intentional or mere coincidence.

“Still coming?” Yang Jian’s face darkened, “There’s no other way but to dismember it.”

“Bang! Bang!”

Simultaneously, a series of impacts came from the direction of the main door, causing it to shake and tremble, even cracking the glass pane, suggesting that the post office door would soon be broken into by the ghosts outside.

This isn’t something Li Yang can seal off with the Door-blocking Ghost.

Even with help from others, it’s only a matter of time before the post office door breaks apart.

“I will handle this appearing ghost.” At this moment, Wang Yong stepped forward, equipped with a dirt-covered shovel, ready for a determined battle.

“You?” Yang Jian’s Ghost Eye flickered as he glanced at him.

“This ghost is perilous, triggering a deadly killing pattern; any other pattern remains unknown, approaching rashly might result in death.”

Wang Yong said, “I understand, so it’s crucial to fend it off first and I should be able to do it.”

“Alright, if that’s the case, then I’ll leave it to you to handle.” Yang Jian didn’t refuse the proposal, believing to preserve himself for potentially greater dangers.

These black letters can’t merely be on this level.

Wang Yong responded and headed forward with his shovel. Though the darkness made it hard to see, he could sense the ghost’s position, likely related to the ghost he was controlling, after all, he possessed a Ghost Domain.

The distance between the man and the ghost was rapidly closing.

The ghost was drifting over step by step, and Wang Yong approached with tension and determination, without a hint of retreat.

He knew well that today he was fighting not only for himself but for his family behind him. Surviving this ordeal would mean breaking free from the cursed mail carrier.

“Can you handle it?” Yang Jian watched with anxiety in his heart.

Wang Yong was among the elite on the fifth floor of the mail carriers, controlling two ghosts and possessing supernatural items. If he failed here, other mail carriers would stand no chance against this ghost.

The eerie aura accompanied by the stench of decay was already upon them.

Very close.

Wang Yong was tense all over, his gaze fixed on the patch of darkness ahead as a vague humanoid form emerged.

That was the horrifying ghost hiding in the dark.

At this moment, he slowly gathered the shovel in his hand, ready to strike.

Yet at this moment, the ghost which had been drifting this way, strangely halted its steps, and above them, an already shattered lamp eerily lit up, like a candle slowly igniting, its brightness going from dim to vivid, increasingly conspicuous.

The dim, yellow light flickered intermittently, barely igniting, already conveying a sense of imminent extinction.

Yang Jian, seeing this situation, his face changed abruptly: “This ghost can control the lights within the post office, you must repel it before the lights go out, or else once the light extinguishes, you’ll die.”

“So that’s how it is.”

Wang Yong instantly broke out in cold sweat, realizing the ghost’s killing method,

The flickering lights above were like his life signal. Once they went out, his life would end.

So Wang Yong no longer hesitated.

Under the faint glow of the lights, he accurately locked on the ghost’s figure, lifting the shovel in his hand and striking fiercely at the ghost.

Simultaneously.

A tall, skinny, sinister ghost figure appeared beside Wang Yong, resembling a shadow and a shriveled corpse, stretching out its arms, bending over to block Wang Yong’s head, attempting to shield against the impact of the lamp. This was the ghost Wang Yong controlled.

While attacking, Wang Yong didn’t forget to provide insurance for himself, uncertain if it would work, but he had to try.

At the next moment.

The confrontation between man and ghost erupted.

Wang Yong’s shovel slammed heavily onto the body of the fierce ghost. The lifeless old man had his head knocked to the side by the impact. Furthermore, the elderly body seemed to have lost some supernatural power’s support and fell straight to the ground.

The heavy corpse didn’t move for the time being.

But right after, the eerie light above Wang Yong’s head suddenly went out.

The terrifying killing pattern was triggered.

Lights off, certain death.

Ah!

However, within the dark environment came a strange and piercing scream. Its source turned out to be the tall, slim figure beside Wang Yong, looking like a black, mummified fierce ghost.

The fierce ghost opened its mouth, seeming as if its cheeks would tear apart.

The horrifying scene wasn’t over. The ghost’s black skin was falling off in chunks, disintegrating, as if being eroded by other supernatural powers.

Wang Yong instinctively covered his ears; he felt he would go deaf from that piercing scream.

Fortunately for him, he didn’t die.

It was unclear whether he had repelled the ghost in time or if the ghost he controlled had blocked out the light, so personally, he did not trigger the deadly rule when the light went out.

“Succeeded?” Yang Jian’s eyes flickered, witnessing the scene, feeling a bit surprised.

This Wang Yong successfully faced the Door-Opening Ghost head-on and survived.

Indeed.

This messenger still has some strength; the previous decision not to eliminate him was the right choice.

“But he only repelled the ghost once; ghosts won’t be killed; he’s still in danger.” Yang Jian didn’t become optimistic for this reason.

He saw that the ghost lying on the ground now showed signs of stirring. The ghost’s wrinkled dead hand began to move, having broken free from the prior restraint, quickly reviving; judging by this timing, it would regain previous status in a few minutes.

In other words.

Wang Yong’s desperate struggle only earned him a few minutes of safe time.

“This is enough.” Yang Jian wouldn’t let this opportunity slip. He swiftly stepped forward.

“I’m alright, the ghost I control took the hit for me.” Wang Yong said at this moment, “The ghost is temporarily still, but I don’t think I’ve won; I must think of another strategy, otherwise, it’ll stand up again.”

He sensed Yang Jian coming this way, immediately explaining the situation.

Thɩʂ 𝐜h𝒶p𝖙𝕖r 𝘪𝙨 p𝖔𝐬𝐭ᥱ𝒹 b𝑦 𝘒𝘪ţ𝓮𝕟𝙤𝐯ꬲ𝗹

Wang Yong’s judgement aligned with Yang Jian.

“Won’t allow this ghost to have an opportunity to stand and move again.” Yang Jian had already arrived beside that corpse.

He raised the firewood knife. It needs no trigger medium to dismember fierce ghosts, as long as it’s struck on a ghost, not a living person; otherwise, it’s ineffective.

This is a supernatural weapon targeting fierce ghosts.

He swung the lance.

The ghost’s head was directly chopped off, the old man’s head rolled to the side.

But this was not enough.

Yang Jian didn’t believe that dismembering its head would temporarily pacify the ghost; he acted again, removing one of the ghost’s arms.

Under the ghost eye’s scrutiny, the right hand on this corpse emitted an exceptionally chilly aura, giving him reason to judge that the killing curse of ‘Opening the door, certain death’ was contained in this ghost’s arm.

The firewood knife was absurdly sharp.

The corpse was effortlessly dismembered.

The ghost, showing signs of activity earlier, now returned to calm, as if falling into slumber, with no immediate chance of awakening.

Yang Jian kicked the head aside, picking up that eerie arm, hesitated for a moment, then tossed it toward the gate: “Li Yang, this is the Door-Opening Ghost’s arm, it carries the ‘Open the door, certain death’ curse. If you can’t hold out and the ghost is about to revive, trying to harness this ghost’s puzzle may be of use.”

Li Yang is the Door-blocking Ghost, and this is the Door-Opening Ghost.

Perhaps a subtle balance can be formed.

“I understand, captain. If I can’t hold out, I’ll take the gamble.” Li Yang touched the stiff and cold dead arm that dropped to his feet.

This puzzle piece dismembered from the ghost; strictly speaking, this dead arm could also be revived by the ghost.

“If successful, you’ll have three ghosts under your charge.” Yang Jian said, instinctively touching his neck.

A crack appeared, and nearby flesh was quickly decaying.

The curse belonging to the Firewood Knife had appeared.

But Yang Jian didn’t intend to reset himself, as this level of curse he could still withstand.

“Haven’t woken up yet?” Yang Jian looked at Sun Rui standing aside, thinking.

Having lost the Ghost Shadow, his condition wasn’t well.

However, after Sun Rui tore the black letter apart, the terrifying curse was already unfolding. Initially unconscious, with only residual awareness left, Sun Rui’s eyelids slightly moved, like a person about to awaken from a long sleep.

Still needs more time.

The curse still needs to brew.

He can’t solve his ghost’s revival problem so quickly.