Mysterious Revival-Chapter 814 - 781: Occupying the Room

"I did."

Yang Jian said, "That's enough then, being the head of Dahan City he might be detained by some matters, we can ignore it for now,"

saying this.

He walked along the old corridor towards the nearest room.

The numbers on the rooms above have changed: 21, 22, 23... up to 27.

2 is the floor number.

The following number is the room number.

This floor still only had seven rooms.

Corresponding to seven messengers.

But this is just an ideal scenario, there are no definite rules stating that a room can only house one person, the last time on the first floor Yang Jian and his group stayed in one room without issues.

However.

If more people stay in a room, they might be attacked by the roaming ghost in the post office.

Perhaps.

There might be a limit to the number of people in a room, exceeding that limit could lead to a ghost clearing out everyone in that room.

Of course, this is merely speculation, whether this is actually the case has yet to be confirmed, nor is there any specific information available.

As Yang Jian walked down the corridor, he curiously peered down with a part of a rope to see if he could view the first floor.

To see if it was possible to view the first floor from the second.

The result was disappointing.

He couldn't see anything on the first floor; below the second floor's darkness stretched below, becoming unclear after a few meters, like an abyss with no end, instinctively inducing an inexplicable fear.

Even knowing it was the second floor, probably no one would dare attempt to jump down.

"Bang!"

However, just at this moment.

Suddenly.

From the nearest room, number 21, the door burst open with a bang, and a violent voice echoed, "Bloody woman, get out, you think you can just stay in my room? Who do you think you are?"

A woman with bruises was violently kicked out of the room and then painfully landed on the ground, her skin scraping against the rough surface and breaking.

Blood quickly seeped out.

Her disheveled appearance was quite pitiable.

"Captain, it's that woman named Qian Rong, we saw her last time downstairs, I didn't expect she had also come to the second floor, it seems our previous deduction was correct, red letters are difficult but allow messengers of an entire floor to advance earlier,"

Li Yang recognized the woman at once.

And quickly understood what was happening before them.

It must be because Yang Jian successfully delivered a letter, and she had come up earlier than them.

But upon arriving on the second floor, with not enough rooms available, Qian Rong had obviously tried to enter one of the rooms, necessarily having to interact with the original room's owner.

Clearly.

The interaction failed, and she was driven out.

Now, less than twenty minutes remained.

Until six o'clock.

The lights in the post office went out, and the fierce ghosts began to wander inside.

Who dares to stay outside?

Qian Rong raised her head, with fear and despair in her eyes, her entire body trembling as she tried to crawl back into the room, only to be kicked over again by a male with a grim face.

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"This room is already full, get lost."

"Don't, please don't do this, I beg you, let me stay for just one night, just one night, I can agree to any condition....."

Qian Rong was kicked to the ground, but despite her pain, she continued to plead.

The grim-faced man said, "Keep making a fuss here, and believe it or not, I'll throw you down from upstairs right now? In this post office, couriers are not prohibited from killing, especially since you are of no value to us."

"Ah, you liars, you clearly agreed earlier that as long as I accompany you each time, I can stay."

At this point, Qian Rong broke down screaming; she was wailing in despair.

But she never thought about fighting back.

Because she couldn't resist, she was just an ordinary woman.

In this post office, the law of the survival of the fittest still prevails.

"Humph."

The grim-faced man then glanced at Yang Jian and Li Yang, with a move in his eyes that seemed to carry a strong warning, telling them not to attempt to trouble Room 21.

Then there was a loud bang.

The door was shut.

"Woo woo....." Qian Rong lay on the ground crying, looking utterly miserable.

Yang Jian observed this, and slowly walked over, arriving next to the woman called Qian Rong, looking down at her expressionlessly.

"Do you really wish to survive?"

Seeing Yang Jian, Qian Rong's sobs somewhat subsided, and like grasping a straw, she clung to Yang Jian's trouser leg: "I, I don't want to die, I have a husband, children, and parents, I don't want to die.....my daughter is only five years old, I don't want to die."

"It seems you have a strong desire to survive, but just being an ordinary person entering this post office, death is merely a matter of time."

Yang Jian stated a cruel reality with an indifferent tone.

He was like a cold statue, devoid of any mercy or sympathy.

"Please, I beg you, help me, I don't want to die, woo woo," Qian Rong cried, she wasn't thinking much, just wanted to survive.

As for how long she could live, she didn't know, nor could she control.

Yang Jian's tone was still cold: "Fine, I will help you this one time."

"Really?"

Qian Rong suddenly lifted her head, her haggard face bearing bruises and bloodstains, her eyes widened incredulously.

"Just this once, because the messenger on the first floor came upstairs early because of my arrival, which might have interfered with the normal operation of the post office, so consider it as compensation. Moreover, the look that man gave me earlier was very wrong, seeming like a challenge, and coincidentally, I need a room to stay for the night, so let's settle them."

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, looking towards Room 21.

"Li Yang, open the door."

"Okay, Captain."

Li Yang immediately went to the doorway of Room 21.

This old wooden door was bolted from the inside, making it not easy to open.

Yet, he merely touched the doorknob, and the old wooden door creaked open effortlessly, somewhat unbelievably.

The door opened.

A murky air rushed forward.

Smoke, mold, and a sour stench... it was very uncomfortable.

"Who the hell opened the door at this time, do you want to die?" a roar came from inside, a man in a tank top angrily said.

But before he could finish, he saw Li Yang and Yang Jian standing at the doorway.

"Are there still people outside? Friends, if you know better, just scram, this room is already full, we don't welcome you, and if you ignore this warning, I can't guarantee what I might do later."

The man in the tank top looked ferocious, threatening.

Yang Jian didn't speak, ignoring this person's warning and just walked into the room.

"Brat, I'm talking to you? A mere courier who just arrived on the floor daring to act tough here, are you looking for death?"

The man in the tank top casually picked up a baseball bat from nearby and charged over, raising his hand to strike.

Really not holding back.

However, the next moment.

A cold golden pistol was pointed at his forehead.

"Bro, brother, calm, calm down, killing is illegal."

The man in the vest suddenly froze with his hand in mid-air, and cold sweat involuntarily broke out on his face.

While speaking, he glanced subtly toward the wooden table beside him.

There, a luggage bag was placed.

It also contained firearms.

As he had come to the second floor to be a messenger, he naturally wouldn't be unprepared.

Usually, such items are taboo. They were kept in the luggage bag and not easily exposed, for if caught, he would definitely face prison time.

At that time, the consequences of failing the delivery would be as bad as unknowable death.

Bang!

However, the next moment.

The gun fired.

The man in the vest immediately collapsed to the ground with a thud, blood spraying, his body convulsing.

"Trash like you, left outside, is nothing but a vicious criminal. Rather than keeping you for messy deliveries, it's better to send you off now."

Yang Jian's expression was cold, without a hint of hesitation, he simply finished the guy off.

However, as soon as the gun rang out.

The room inside suddenly opened.

"What's happening? What happened?"

Hearing the sudden loud noise, the previously grim-faced man quickly rushed out. When he saw the convulsing body on the floor and Yang Jian standing in the living room, his eyes narrowed instantly.

"Is it you?"

Earlier outside, he had seen Yang Jian.

He thought this guy wouldn't dare to make trouble, but unexpectedly, he stormed in.

"Not good."

The grim-faced man realized the situation, knowing Yang Jian had a weapon, he turned and headed back to the room to prepare for confrontation.

Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly, looking towards him, then he walked over with large strides.

The man who had just closed the room door quickly rummaged through the luggage bag, getting ready for confrontation.

"Chen Xing, what happened outside, why was there gunfire?" There was another man in the room.

"Someone came up from the first floor, not just that woman earlier, but also two men. Damn, what's going on today, why did so many people come up at once, and this guy is tough, he just killed Old Xu, and now he's rushing at us."

Cold sweat appeared on Chen Xing's forehead.

Although it wasn't a supernatural encounter, this kind of firefight was very dangerous, and things could easily go wrong today leading to death here as well.

"Then, let's take out those two outside."

The other man didn't care about Old Xu's death, he rolled out of bed and directly grabbed a weapon.

The reason they had so many weapons was because Chen Xing had been abroad.

The post office could bring people from anywhere, naturally, they could also utilize this convenience to do some deeds.

But their weapons were only meant to bully some newbies coming upstairs.

Facing some special messengers, weapons were not much of a use anymore.

However, as the two were preparing to act.

The door was kicked open by Yang Jian.

The immense force directly knocked one person flying, instantly knocking him unconscious.

"You....." Chen Xing was shocked, hastily trying to retaliate.

However, his fingers stiffened, unable to move.

He didn't know when, but a cold, darkened hand had covered his own, tightly grasping his fingers, preventing him from pulling the trigger.

A ghost?

Chen Xing's scalp exploded on the spot, instinctively wanting to shake off that thing.

"Are there just the three of you in this room?" Yang Jian ignored him, taking only a slight glance.

Indeed, just three.

It seemed that these three people had teamed up temporarily, as delivering alone would have been quite difficult.

Or perhaps, they were all messengers from room number 21, just lucky enough to have survived, so they stayed in the same room.

"Who exactly are you? Downstairs messengers couldn't possibly have someone like you."

Chen Xing felt the icy cold palm on the back of his hand had stopped moving.

He understood.

All of this was concocted by the person in front of him.

This person can actually control the fierce ghosts in the supernatural realm.

Such a skill, even the messengers on the third floor may not be capable of.

But the more so, the more afraid he became.

It seemed that he had been targeted by someone formidable.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is whether you can survive on the corridor outside after the lights go out at six," Yang Jian said coldly.

Click!

"Ah!"

Chen Xing screamed in agony, his entire arm grotesquely twisted, all caused merely by a palm resting on his arm.

It was just a palm, with no arm, cold and dark, yet inexplicably possessing such strength.

Although the allotted quota of Ghost Hand was used on Ghost Eye.

The supernatural power of Ghost Hand itself was still present.

It couldn't deal with ghost tamers, but it was very easy to handle ordinary people.

"Let, let me go, killing me won't benefit you, although, although messengers are not allowed to harm each other, some letters require specific numbers of people, and if there are fewer people, it's almost impossible to deliver the letters successfully," Chen Xing said, sweating profusely.

"Is that so? That's really a pity, I have enough people on my side," said Yang Jian.

Before he could finish speaking, the man screamed again.

A leg twisted and deformed, and the sound of bones cracking rose dully.

A moment later.

Yang Jian dragged the man out of room 21.

"Let him spend the night outside tonight, see if he will be alright. Also, help me clean up the trash in my room," Yang Jian said.

"Alright, Captain."

Li Yang glanced at the man named Chen Xing, without a trace of sympathy.

This guy was no good person; it served him right to be taken down.

He hadn't died yet only because he still had a bit of residual value left.

But out of carefulness, Li Yang still asked, "Captain, do we need to extract some information from him?"

"No need, the information that the messengers on the second floor know is probably very limited anyway. My goal is at least to reach the fourth floor," Yang Jian said.

Soon, Chen Xing was thrown into the corridor, sweating profusely, in extreme pain, and filled with rage, wishing he could kill the entire family of this man.

But he dared not say it.

This messenger from the first floor actually gained supernatural powers; it was simply unthinkable.

Facing such a person, he had no capital to resist.

However, soon, a sense of fear surged from within him; he knew that six o'clock was about to arrive, and the post office would turn off the lights.

The terror after lights out, no messenger on the second floor was unaware of it.

After all, they were not newcomers anymore.

"You can come in now."

Yang Jian looked at a woman named Qian Rong.

Qian Rong was nervous at the moment, she didn't even dare to lift her head to look at Yang Jian, walked into the room with her head down, timid and shrinking.

Yang Jian checked the time.

Less than ten minutes left until lights out.

"The people from the first floor, Wang Shan, and that person named Wan Xing, as well as Sun Rui haven't shown up... This is no coincidence, they must have already reached a certain room earlier," Yang Jian observed.

But at this moment, no room opened its door.

Each room was tightly shut, the recent disturbance did not attract the others out.

But this was somewhat unreasonable.

If Sun Rui had arrived, there would be no reason not to reunite.

"Could something unexpected have happened?" Yang Jian pondered again.

"Forget it, will see the situation tomorrow."

Without dwelling much on it.

He turned and went back to his room.

After all, the lights were about to go out, and in his current state, he didn't want to encounter the ferocious ghosts within the post office.