Mysterious Revival-Chapter 816 - 783 Shred the Letter

Yang Jian paused, looking at the man: "Are you talking to me?"

In the dim corridor.

His eyes emitted a faint red glow, sinister and somewhat diabolical. His whole being seemed to exude a chilling aura, unlike any living being.

The man blocking Yang Jian clearly hesitated for a moment and instinctively took a step back.

He felt that this person exuded an indescribable danger.

Those who could make it to the second floor had all encountered supernatural forces. Regardless of personality, most were intelligent since fools had already died downstairs and couldn't possibly make it here.

"There's something off about you."

The man hesitated and then stepped aside: "What happened on the first floor? Many messengers from the first floor suddenly arrived yesterday, at least three or four. There must be a reason."

Usually, it's already quite remarkable for someone from downstairs to come up, let alone so many on the same day.

Thus, he suspected something abnormal happened on the lower floor.

Yang Jian ignored his question, treating him as if he was thin air, and continued walking forward.

"Friend, no one here has dealt with a red letter before. You seem to have plans for that letter? Can you slow down? So many messengers showing up and then a red letter appearing, it can't be a coincidence. There must be a reason."

Outside room 25, a tall man with a physique like a bodybuilder spoke.

"Red usually signifies danger. The appearance of this letter in the hallway means it's a collective delivery task and the number of people involved is incredibly high, obviously, this delivery task will be very difficult." A woman wearing glasses, around her mid-twenties, spoke.

"Of course, if the delivery is successful, there might be some unexpected rewards, but since we have no experience with red letters, I suggest we don't touch the letter yet and see how things unfold."

This statement was meant for others as well as for Yang Jian.

But that didn't stop Yang Jian from taking the letter.

Wang Shan watched from the side, his eyes flickering, not daring to speak.

The messengers on the second floor might not know, but he knew. This Yang Jian is no ordinary figure. During his last trip to Dahai City, he clashed with a top figure from the supernatural circle. That scene was terrifying.

An entire building was torn apart, even the sky's color changed, enveloped in a layer of blood-red, making the whole city seem like it had descended into hell.

The power of the supernatural made this Yang Jian more terrifying than a ferocious ghost.

"Cai Yu, this man is Yang Jian, someone I met on the first floor. You really shouldn't offend him. He's not a typical messenger forced into it by receiving supernatural letters; he forcefully entered the Ghost Post Office," Wang Shan whispered to the man in room 26 nearby.

The two of them had met on the first floor.

The man named Cai Yu narrowed his eyes and said, "What? He barged into the Ghost Post Office? Are you kidding me? Is that even possible?"

"He can prove it." Wang Shan pointed to Wan Xing beside him.

"The Ghost Post Office is a place of supernatural phenomena, ordinary people can't even find it, only those forced to become messengers can enter. You say he barged in, that's impossible." Cai Yu shook his head quickly, not believing such a thing.

Because this was beyond his understanding.

Wang Shan said, "There's absolutely no mistake, he did barge into the Ghost Post Office, and on the first night he entered, he was attacked by a fierce ghost that roamed the building after the lights were out. However, not only did the ghost fail to kill him, but he also forcibly repelled it."

"Moreover, this Yang Jian is even planning to deal with the ghosts inside the post office."

The more Cai Yu heard, the more incredible it sounded, as if he was listening to a story: "Are you joking with me? Even ghosts can't kill this person?"

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes." Wang Shan nodded earnestly.

"Do you think I would believe that?" Cai Yu definitely didn't believe it.

After all, he was just an ordinary person. Although he had encountered supernatural events, it was only because he was constrained by the Ghost Post Office, and his experience was limited; he was not part of the supernatural circle.

Moreover, Yang Jian is among the top ghost controllers in the circle.

There was a huge gap in understanding, and being suddenly confronted with it, of course, he wouldn't believe it.

"If you can't do it, you might observe more. Anyway, I've already warned you, don't offend this Yang Jian. He not only possesses the ability like that of a fierce ghost, but he also has considerable influence outside. However, he is very arrogant, no, rather dismissive. He generally shows no interest in ordinary people unless provoked."

As he spoke, Wang Shan glanced at Wan Xing beside him.

Previously, downstairs, Wan Xing had offended Yang Jian, but he was still alive and well.

This shows that this person does not have a very strong sense of revenge, but cannot tolerate certain provocations.

Cai Yu frowned, thoughtfully watching Yang Jian passing by in front.

Could it be that the appearance of the red letter was because of him?

At that moment, Yang Jian stopped, immediately reached out and picked up the red letter lying on the corridor. From previous experiences, as soon as this red letter is touched, the task of delivering letters appears, then all the messengers on the second floor have no choice but to go to the exact location indicated by the letter to deliver it.

"What are you doing? Are you trying to kill everyone by recklessly taking the letter? And you're just a newcomer who has just come upstairs from the first floor; even if it's about delivering the letter, you shouldn't take it away. I don't want someone to accidentally lose the letter on the way of delivery." Immediately, a mature and composed man in his thirties grabbed Yang Jian's wrist, preventing him from taking the letter.

This man was named Liu Mingxin, a messenger from the second floor, who had already delivered two letters and would move to the third floor after delivering another one.

He had relatively deep experience.

But upon contact.

This man named Liu Mingxin's expression changed immediately.

What he felt he was holding wasn't even a living person's hand.

Even through the clothes, he could feel the cold and chill emanating from this person's palm.

Like holding the palm of a dead person, with not a hint of body warmth.

As if touching a fierce ghost, Liu Mingxin subconsciously withdrew his hand, his eyes revealing unease and suspicion.

Yang Jian then spoke, "To be honest, I don't care about these messengers from the second floor. It's best if you don't interfere with what I'm planning to do, otherwise, I wouldn't mind taking action right now, clearing out this entire floor, and making all messengers from this floor disappear from this world."

"After all, I really don't have a good impression of this messenger identity inside the Ghost Post Office."

Saying so, he took away the red letter with his darkened palm.

Immediately, a cold breeze blew.

On the walls of the corridor, black ink-like characters emerged, crooked and twisted, revealing a hint of eeriness.

The task from the letter was triggered.

Dachuan City, Mingyue Community, Building 7, Apartment 301...

The handwriting converged and left behind an address.

"Kid, I don't care who you are, put down that letter right now," the tall man spoke with a hint of threat.

Meanwhile.

Someone next to him was already pointing a gun at Yang Jian.

It seemed like a shootout was about to happen right there.

"Nonsense." Yang Jian revealed a cold smile at the corner of his mouth as he tore the red letter into pieces in front of everyone's eyes.

Although it was a supernatural letter, it was no different from a normal one.

It tore apart quite easily.

"Don't!"

The man named Liu Mingxin realized what Yang Jian was about to do and hurriedly tried to stop him.

But it was too late.

Yang Jian acted decisively. He tore it thoroughly, giving no chance to the others.

Of course, they couldn't stop Yang Jian from tearing the letter.

"He tore the letter? Damn it." someone yelled, their voice trembling.

Tearing the letter was equivalent to directly completing a postal mission.

But it came at a huge price.

The messenger would suffer an attack from a vengeful ghost, and such an attack could happen anywhere, at any time, at any place.

Ordinary people simply couldn't withstand such an attack.

For them, delivering the letter still held a slight chance of survival.

Tearing the letter meant certain death.

"I'll be honest with you, I never intended to deliver this letter. I'm going to the third floor, but I think delivering is too slow, I'm taking a shortcut," Yang Jian casually scattered the scraps of paper on the ground, speaking slowly.

"A red letter allows a messenger of one floor to move up to the next. I have already delivered a red letter on the first floor before."

"You madman, if you want to die, go die by yourself, don't drag us into this. Do you even know that tearing the letter would bring a fierce ghost attack?" Liu Mingxin's face turned pale, both angry and fearful.

According to Yang Jian's statement.

This red letter was the delivery task for all the messengers on this floor. Now that he has torn the letter, it means all the messengers on this floor will suffer an attack from the ghost.

This was completely harmful to others.

Yet, Yang Jian calmly said, "I know, but so what? The result is the same for you. To deliver is to die, and not to is to die. Either way, it's death. Why bother going outside and causing more trouble? Die here in the post office, quietly, isn't that much better?"

"Wang Shan, what do you think?"

Having said that, he looked toward Wang Shan who was standing in the opposite corridor.

Wang Shan's forehead was covered in cold sweat, he could feel it.

Yang Jian's attitude towards the Ghost Post Office had changed.

Previously, he was cautious in his investigation, but now he was much more aggressive.

If he wasn't mistaken, it must have been influenced by some events in Dahai City.

"You... you're right, the red letter is very challenging, and it could have a significant impact on the outside world, bringing the supernatural into the real world. If we survive this tearing of the letter, then all the messengers on the second floor will move up to the third floor. It's an opportunity."

His voice trembled slightly as he forced an explanation.

He had to explain it.

Without tearing the letter, who else would dare to complete the task of the red letter?

Only he was qualified to complete it, and even for the messengers on the second floor, it was death for everyone who tried, probably the same odds as surviving the tearing of the letter.

"Bullshit."

The tall and muscular man cursed loudly: "I could at least live for a month by delivering letters, now this mess might actually kill me today. I don't want to move up to be some messenger. I always deliver at the last deadline to buy some more safety time."

The messenger on the second floor had a longer time interval between letter deliveries.

One letter a month.

Downstairs, it's seven days.

A sufficient deadline is indeed why there are more messengers on the second floor than on the first floor.

"This is infuriating. All my plans are ruined by this newcomer. Had I known, I should have just broken your legs earlier."

"What to do now? What can we do now? There has never been a case where someone directly tore a letter inside the post office, especially tearing this never-before-seen red letter."

"The supernatural won't invade the post office, will it?"

People were discussing fervently, some cursing, some panicking, and some worrying.

Yang Jian remained expressionless, ignoring the various gazes of people around. He was just doing what he needed to do.

He couldn't allow another supernatural incident on the level of Fushou Garden to occur outside.

Dahai City has Ye Zhen, with a supernatural forum forcibly suppressing it.

But Dachuan City does not.

Thus, weighing the pros and cons, tearing the letter was the safest bet.

Even if it meant death, it would only be the death of all the messengers on the second floor. It was still better than hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands dying outside.

Besides.

This was indeed the quickest way to move up a floor.

"Bang!"

But just at that moment, a sudden loud noise occurred.

The doors from rooms 21 to 27 all swung open at the moment, an unseen supernatural power began to interfere with the surroundings.

The dim lights in the hallway flickered slightly.

A cold, dark atmosphere was rapidly spreading from downstairs.

A sense of unease immediately rose from everyone's hearts.

"It's here, it really came." Liu Mingxin widened his eyes, his heart trembling.

No more arguing now.

The consequence of tearing the letter had appeared; the Ghost General would attack all the messengers on this floor today.

Yang Jian remained composed, turned around and walked back: "Li Yang, prepare to go back to the room. If we survive this attack, we'll meet on the third floor. If not, we die together."

Li Yang at the door of room 21 solemnly nodded: "It shouldn't be a problem; we are quite prepared this time."

"I hope so." While Yang Jian was well-prepared, his current state was poor.

However, carrying the Eight-Tone Music Box, if he encountered an unsolvable situation, he still considered taking a risk.