Mysterious Revival-Chapter 782 - 749 Gathering Together

Around half past twelve at noon, a series of cars arrived from the direction of the city and entered Fushou Garden.

The vehicles parked in rows, with dozens of them, including quite a few luxury cars. The scene was quite grand, and the people who alighted were all social elites, wealthy and successful individuals.

In just a short moment,

nearly a hundred people in black attire, some with white flowers on their chests, gathered on the open ground, apparently here to attend a funeral.

Before this group arrived, the earlier staff had already set up the temporary memorial hall.

"These rich people are such a hassle, even now they're insisting on a farewell ceremony, wasting several hours for no good reason; don't they consider other people at all?"

Not far away, Sun Rui came hobbling over, clutching his palm, speaking impatiently.

"Don't say that. When someone dies, they need to go through the proper procedures,"

Yang Jian said calmly, "And being cautious in handling things is never wrong, especially since this is our first experience with delivering a message—it's kind of new. Besides, the red envelope has me a bit concerned."

"Just because we're ghost handlers doesn't mean we can do whatever we want. Be careful not to slip up."

"Yang Jian is thorough as ever," Sun Rui remarked with a sigh.

It was then that the three neared the temporality constructed memorial hall.

In the center of the memorial hall, surrounded by fresh flowers, a coffin was placed in the middle, with a black-and-white portrait set up in front of it.

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"Normally, the deceased should be cremated,"

Li Yang said quietly, "but it looks like the body must be inside that coffin."

Looking at the coffin in the memorial hall, Sun Rui said, "Cremation certainly follows regulations, but you see, the people attending the funeral seem very wealthy. Since they are rich and noble, if the family insists on a burial instead of cremation, it's possible, unless the deceased is a public figure, then there's no way around it."

"Of course, even for some public figures, not cremating is doable. They could secretly bury the body and later just claim it was kept at the funeral home for a while. Once the commotion dies down, who will care whether the urn actually contains ashes or not?"

"Is that even something people do?" Li Yang asked, surprised.

Sun Rui said, "After all, our traditional practice is burial. What can you do, right? So, Yang Jian, what's next? If you ask me, we might as well open the Ghost Domain, toss the letter into the coffin, and once it's buried in the afternoon, our delivery will be automatically completed—saving time and effort."

He spoke lightly, finding the task of delivering the letter quite ordinary and devoid of any difficulty, even thinking it was making a mountain out of a molehill this time. Even if Li Yang came alone, he could have completed it smoothly.

At that moment, Yang Jian remained silent, his steps halting as he peered through his ghostly vision into the tent housing the coffin.

Without any supernatural forces obstructing it, his ghostly vision penetrated the barrier, revealing the inside of the coffin.

Indeed, there was a body inside, an elderly corpse around seventy years old, with a dull, lifeless face painted with white foundation and rouge to add a bit of liveliness to the wrinkled, dead visage. The sunken eyes were firmly shut, and the gaunt, waxen hands were crossed in front, lying rigid and straight.

The corpse was dressed in black funeral attire, which felt oppressive and emitted a certain eeriness.

Yang Jian, who had seen his share of corpses, was unfazed.

After confirming once more,

Yang Jian could assert that this was nothing more than an ordinary dead body, devoid of any supernatural elements.

But the peculiarity lay right here.

Why would the letter be sent to an ordinary deceased person?

"I still have some doubts in my mind and feel that there's something very wrong about the entire situation. If it were just about simply completing the delivery task, there would certainly be no issue, but we're not messengers, not lackeys for the Ghost Post Office. Our objective is to uncover the secrets of the Ghost Post Office and dig into the true intention behind the messenger tasks,"

"So completing the task isn't our primary goal,"

Yang Jian explained earnestly, "So it's right to listen to me. We will act after the coffin is buried. I refuse to believe that the Ghost Post Office would let us complete our task so easily."

"Let's wait and see then," Sun Rui didn't disagree.

After all, since the body hadn't been buried yet, tossing the letter into the coffin now wouldn't count as successful delivery.

At this moment,

the temporarily constructed memorial hall began to have a steady stream of people offering flowers and saying their farewells.

Once the deceased's family and friends had completed their final goodbyes, the coffin would be carried to the No. 1 graveyard and laid to rest in the pre-prepared Grave No. 78.

Though waiting was tedious, the three didn't seem the least bit impatient, displaying great patience.

Compared to the dangers faced during supernatural events, such moments of calm were almost a pleasure.

The trio stood close to the memorial hall, observing discretely from not too far away, not making any movement. This peculiar behavior, however, caught the attention of Elder Liu's son, Liu Yuan.

Liu Yuan was the president of a company in Dahai City, around fifty, short and portly but imposing.

"Who are those three standing over there? They don't seem like relatives or friends. Go ask them if they're here for the farewell. If they're strangers, have them step back. I don't want unrelated people standing here as if they're enjoying a spectacle," he ordered.

"Yes, boss," said an assistant in a black suit, nodding.

"Be polite," Liu Yuan added, "I don't want any arguments occurring later that might cause a scene, with so many people coming, we cannot afford any embarrassment."

His tone was very serious, exuding authority.

"Don't worry, boss, I'll take care of it," the assistant nodded.

Soon after,

the assistant walked over.

"Friends, I am President Liu's assistant, my name is Zhang Xin, you can call me Xiao Zhang."

This person introduced himself very politely, "I wonder if you are also here to attend the farewell ceremony? I see you arrived quite early and have been standing here for a while."

"I don't know the deceased's family, I am not here for the funeral," Yang Jian said directly.

Zhang Xin said, "Since you are not friends of President Liu, could you please leave temporarily and not disturb our farewell ceremony?"

Sun Rui tapped his cane on the ground, producing a dull sound, "Do you think we're disturbing your funeral? What a joke. We're just here to enjoy the scenery, to feel the breeze. We're more than a dozen meters away from your mourning hall. How could that be disturbing? Did you book this entire place?"

"I'm very sorry, we indeed paid for the venue today, and we hope the three of you can understand. After all, respect for the deceased is paramount. So, could you please step aside for a while?" Zhang Xin earnestly requested.

"How much did you pay? One hundred thousand? Or three hundred thousand? If I pay double that, can you get your people to hurry up and take the coffin away?"

Sun Rui, with a cold face, said, "Move aside, don't bother us. If you agitate us, we might make you hold one more funeral today."

He spoke rudely and even offensively.

But that was understandable.

After all, Sun Rui was also a dominant figure in Dahan City and a ghost master. Ordinary people were simply not worth his serious attention.

"We're just standing here, we won't cause you any trouble. If you try to chase us away, we won't accept it," Li Yang also said with a cold face.

Since the recipient of the letter was right in front of them, it was naturally better to keep a close watch at this critical moment.

"Gentlemen, I am very sorry, that wasn't my intention, I just hope that you could temporarily step aside. After our farewell ceremony is concluded, you can stand here as long as you like. I hope you can understand, please," he implored.

Zhang Xin, the assistant, had also noticed the pure gold cane in Sun Rui's hand, which was topped with a huge ruby, valuing no less than ten million just by that adornment.

Therefore, the three in front of him were either rich or noble, perhaps even more influential than his own boss, Liu Yuan.

Zhang Xin, who had intended to get angry, suppressed his temper and instead apologized very politely.

Sun Rui waved his hand dismissively, "If you have nothing else, go away. Don't disturb us. Moreover, we will not leave. It's best to dispel the idea of driving us away sooner rather than later. If a scene is caused, it's something you people can't afford. I'm already speaking nicely. If it were someone else, you wouldn't be so lucky today."

He impatiently shooed the man away.

"This, this..." The assistant named Zhang Xin was uncertain for a moment.

He truly feared provoking some powerful individuals, as Dahai City had no shortage of wealthy and influential figures.

After hesitating briefly, Zhang Xin could only turn around and leave, then went back to report the situation to Liu Yuan.

"Boss, those several people don't seem like ordinary folks, and they're somewhat odd. I think it's better not to drive them away, to avoid any trouble," he advised.

The moment Liu Yuan heard this, his expression immediately darkened. How could he allow unrelated people to stand there as spectators during his own mother's farewell ceremony, moreover being such an eyesore? He then said, "Spend some money, see if that helps."

"Boss, it's probably no use, that man's cane alone is made of pure gold, not to mention the ruby on it is worth at least five million," Zhang Xin said, pausing here.

Liu Yuan's demeanor shifted upon hearing this.

Clearly, the visitors might be very influential, people he couldn't afford to offend.

"In that case, let's just ignore them for now," Liu Yuan said, casting a sharp look in their direction.

But when he met Yang Jian's gaze, he suddenly felt a little heart-palpitating.

His own eyes were rather authoritative, yet the other's gaze was even more terrifying, indifferent, and cold, like the eyes of the dead, causing an innate sense of horror. It simply didn't seem like a normal human being's gaze.

"Who exactly are these people?"

Liu Yuan wondered to himself.

Yet the farewell ceremony continued methodically.

But unbeknownst to anyone, at that moment, inside the coffin in the mourning tent, Elder Liu, who had already been made up, dressed, and laid out, had quietly opened her eyes, and the dead eyeballs in her deeply sunken eye sockets moved slightly.

Within the cemetery at Grave No. 1, a strange twilight began to fall.

Meanwhile, at the same time,

outside Fushou Garden, the supernatural forum's special car had already arrived.

Ye Zhen, in the end, couldn't help but send someone to investigate.

Upon the car's arrival,

a man and a woman stepped out.

These two were none other than Luo Su Yi and Lin Luomei, who had previously met Yang Jian.