Mysterious Revival-Chapter 789 - 756 The Appearance of Old Lady Liu

They crossed the old grave where Luo Su Yi was buried.

Yang Jian and his companions continued forward, heading for grave number 78.

But they hadn't gone far when a new knocking sound echoed in the gloomy, silent cemetery. The sound was also very close, just a short distance behind them, about five or six old graves away.

That sound arose.

Yang Jian's steps inexplicably halted.

He stopped not because of fear, nor because of fright.

A slight turn of his head to look back.

Yang Jian's icy face had one ghostly eye emitting a strange red light, and his whole body exuded an inexplicable ferocity.

The knocking had just started from such a close distance.

The speed at which Ghost Shadow etched names wasn't fast.

Which meant that if he turned around and rushed back, there was a high probability he could find that ghost.

As long as he found it, there was no certainty that he couldn't suppress the ghost with his own abilities, deal with it, and make this terrifying knocking stop for good.

But this was risky.

If after turning back the ghost disappeared again, or if the process of suppressing the ghost didn't go smoothly.

It meant he would not only be exerting in vain but also wasting time and bearing the huge risk of being attacked by the ghost. Meanwhile, the task of delivering the message would be affected as well.

It was a multiple-choice question, with no possibility of splitting up.

In supernatural events, splitting up is the most foolish behavior, because if a ghost attacks a teammate, at least the others can figure out the ghost's pattern of killing through the death of the teammate, and even conceive strategies to counter. But if they split up, the death would be meaningless.

"Shall we deal with the ghost first?" Sun Rui noticed Yang Jian's sudden stop, and he immediately understood Yang Jian's consideration.

If they dealt with the ghost first before delivering the message, it would indeed be safer.

He would consider it if he were in the same situation.

After all, the cost of completing the message delivery while strictly watching for the ghost's attack was too great.

Li Yang was about to ask Yang Jian why he stopped, but after hearing what Sun Rui said, he also quickly grasped Yang Jian's thoughts at the moment.

He felt uneasy but prepared himself.

If Yang Jian turned back to deal with the ghost, he would follow without hesitation.

Together, the three of them could even force back the terrifying ghost within the post office. It might be possible to suppress the ghost here as well.

"We're already at the tombstones in the sixties. A bit further and we'll likely find grave number 78. If we turn back to deal with the ghost now... it's too time-consuming."

Yang Jian's ghostly eye glanced at the tombstones on the adjacent old graves, his gaze flickering. He did not hesitate long in his thinking because the situation didn't allow for much doubt: "Ignore it, deliver the message first."

Ultimately, he gave up the idea of dealing with the ghost first.

This meant Yang Jian had to take the risk of the ghost continuing its killings.

He made up his mind.

Yang Jian's footsteps suddenly quickened, and he ran forward, completely ignoring the knocking sound not far behind him.

Sun Rui's expression shifted slightly, but he kept silent.

Since Yang Jian had made a choice, he had nothing to oppose. In this kind of situation, nobody could guarantee that their choice was correct. If they had turned to confront the ghost and something went awry or more people died, the situation could turn out much worse.

"Did he choose to deliver the message first because Yang Jian was confident he could handle the ghost's attack? The death of Luo Su Yi was so sudden, but with preparation, it wasn't necessarily impossible to fend it off."

Sun Rui thought silently to himself.

In their alarm, the others did not speak. They merely steeled themselves to run forward following Yang Jian.

They had no choice. Staying in place might also result in being killed by the ghost, whereas following Yang Jian might mean that once he had handled his business and left, they too could be brought away from this haunted place.

So, knowing well that there was danger ahead, the members of the supernatural forum were willing to follow Yang Jian rather than stay behind to keep watch at Luo Su Yi's grave with Lin Luomei,

For no one wanted to die in this damned place.

"Sixty-nine... seventy-two..."

As Yang Jian ran, his restless ghostly eye spied the tombstones of each old grave, with the numbers on the corners of the stones changing continuously, signaling that he was getting very close to grave number 78.

The tombstone we need to deliver the letter to is nearby.

Seventy-five!

Yang Jian's eyelids twitched as he saw an old marker carved into the corner of a broken tombstone.

Suddenly.

He stopped in his tracks again because as he continued to run forward for about a dozen steps, the number on the tombstone jumped to eighty.

Passed it.

But there was no sight of the tombstone for grave number seventy-eight along the way.

"It's around here, search carefully, we're near the seventy-eighth gravesite now, look for that familiar mark on the tombstone, find it, and our task will be done, then we can leave this place,"

Yang Jian said in a deep voice, giving his colleagues--who had assigned the task-- a glimmer of hope.

Hearing this, the others immediately surveyed their surroundings with eyes full of terror.

Although they were scared, they mustered their courage out of desperation, daring to go up to each tombstone to check for the nervous numbers on it, as they all eagerly wished for Yang Jian to finish the task quickly.

Meanwhile.

The knocking sound that had just been heard stopped abruptly once again--the second time since Luo Su Yi was attacked.

Ghost Shadow had finished carving a person's name.

But who could that person be?

In that instant, everyone stiffened up, their breathing halted.

Yang Jian, Sun Rui, and Li Yang unconsciously gathered together.

If one of them were to be attacked and pulled into the soil, the other two would not hesitate to intervene and thwart the ghost's assault.

Liu Xinyue and Liu Haw, Liu Yuan's children, clutched each other's hands tightly, their eyes filled with terror as they looked towards Yang Jian's group.

If they were the ones attacked, they would immediately call out for help.

Though they didn't know if it would be of any use, they at least had to try.

The next moment.

A cry of horror sounded.

It was a member of the paranormal forum, whose ground suddenly gave way beneath him, causing him to sink deep into the soil, so deep that he was buried up to his waist in an instant, and the sinking was happening at an alarming rate.

In just a few seconds, the soil had reached his chest.

He struggled with all his might, but it was to no avail.

Within the soil, he felt icy hands tugging at him, trying to drag him down into the earth.

"Save, save me,"

he called out loudly, not wanting to die, hoping for help.

"No saving him," said Sun Rui dispassionately, looking on with cold eyes.

The others went pale with fright and remained unsettled, yet for some reason, they felt a sense of relief and as if surviving a catastrophe that the ghost had not targeted them.

It seemed like a stroke of incredible luck that it wasn't them.

Li Yang saw this and did nothing, well aware that not even Luo Su Yi could be saved, let alone an ordinary person, especially at such a time when an ordinary person's life held no value, given that there was no fear of them resurrecting as a vengeful ghost if they died, and saving them would serve no purpose.

So, Yang Jian was right.

Ordinary people should have the resolve of ordinary people and should not get involved in supernatural incidents. If they did so out of curiosity or a death wish, then dying was only what they deserved, with no sympathy or pity warranted.

Of course, ordinary people who get involved against their will are an exception.

"Everyone else keeps looking for grave number seventy-eight," Yang Jian said as he strode toward the member of the paranormal forum.

But by the time he reached there, the man only had his arms raised high, stretching out above the ground.

Just like the time Yang Jian saw that strange grave with one hand sticking out.

Yang Jian grabbed hold of the man's arm and gave it a tug.

Seemingly without much effort, the man's arm was eerily torn off.

There was no bloodshed, nor was there any ripping apart; it was as if disassembling a jigsaw puzzle or building blocks, casually dismembering the arm from the living body.

Such was the ability of Ghost Shadow.

He looked at the arm in his hand without expression, then lowered his gaze to the ground.

Yang Jian knew this person was beyond saving, but he wanted to make a probe.

To see if he would also be attacked after dismantling the man's arm.

The answer quickly became clear.

Yang Jian was not attacked; he was not dragged into this onslaught, even though he had taken a part of that person's body.

Which meant.

An old grave here was allowed to be short in weight; it wasn't necessary to bury a complete person.

"Are you trying something?"

Sun Rui squinted his eyes, "What an incredible guy, even now you're thinking of cracking the ghost's patterns, trying to find a loophole."

In his time with Yang Jian, he had come to deeply understand how different Yang Jian was from himself.

While others feared ghosts, avoiding their attacks, he approached them proactively, deciphering their killing patterns and confirming methods to stay alive.

One seeks to survive passively, the other actively.

But to ordinary people, Yang Jian's actions seemed like an attempt to rescue the man, only that the rescue failed, and he managed only to save an arm.

"Ghosts will kill another person before the third knocking sound stops. Find grave number 78, complete the mail delivery task, or a fourth person will die," Yang Jian loudly declared, without any reservation.

Speaking out loud here would not draw the ghost's attention, so there was no need to whisper.

The others were startled and immediately woke up, hurrying to help search for tombstones nearby.

At this moment.

In the silent cemetery, the dreadful knocking sounds had ceased, and after killing that person, the ghost had not continued its killing spree. No one knew the reason for this lull, but they were aware that this cessation was only temporary.

Soon, the third sound would come.

"No, I've found tomb number 77, but there's no sign of 78."

"This one is 79."

"On my side, it's tomb number 76."

Those searching for tombstones reported back their findings.

Having circled the nearby old graves, nearly every tomb had someone standing in front of it, yet the key grave number 78 remained elusive.

"Are you kidding me, it's not found?" Sun Rui's eyes widened, gripping the cane in his hand so tightly he felt like smashing the tombs.

Was the Ghost Post Office playing him?

The very 78 which was absent here was the very one to which he had to deliver mail. What sort of mail delivery task was this, more like a death mission.

"Damn it, this is a death mission. We shouldn't have come here, shouldn't have continued delivering mail. Just tear up that red letter, at worst we'll resist a ghost attack. I refuse to believe that the three of us can't withstand a fierce ghost assault from the post office," Sun Rui burst out swearing.

Faced with such great risk, this outcome was more than anyone could bear.

"Stay calm, things aren't so simple. You should think the opposite; if all the others are here, why is tomb number 78 the only one missing? And could this be the reason for our delivery mission?"

Yang Jian spoke evenly, "We're not here just to deliver mail, but to unearth the secret behind it, to ascertain the existence of the Ghost Post Office, to understand the truth behind supernatural events. If it were merely for delivery, then how would we be any different from others? Don't forget our purpose."

"How can I stay calm at a time like this? The longer we stay here, the higher the chances of death. There's no solution to a ghost inscribing on a tombstone to kill, just like what happened to Luo Su Yi earlier," Sun Rui was getting unsettled, anxiety creeping up on him.

But this was a normal reaction.

Facing the attack of a fierce ghost and the threat of death, few people could remain calm.

"If you can't stay calm, then trust me, I can get us out of here alive," Yang Jian locked eyes with him, "Don't be emotional. Even the new guy is handling it better than you."

Sun Rui glanced over at Li Yang.

Li Yang's face was uneasy, but he wasn't panicking.

Having survived the World of Ghost Drawing, even participated in an operation to contain a ghost drawing and survived a team wipeout, he had been through rough seas. Although new to becoming a ghost controller, his potential was significant.

Sun Rui, a ghost controller from the same batch as Feng Quan, had not encountered many paranormal events due to staying in Dahan City. Accustomed to privilege and comfort for a long time, he inevitably lost his balance when faced with such emergent situations.

However, his capabilities were strong, it was just his mental state that was slightly lacking.

"I understand... I'll listen to you," Sun Rui exhaled deeply, knowing since he had come, he might as well stake his life on Yang Jian.

After all, the reputation of Ghost Eye Yang Jian was not for nothing.

It was forged through real-life experiences in S-grade supernatural events.

In the midst of this brief dispute.

On the other side.

"Sis, I think I saw grandma walk by from over there," said Liu Haw, his voice trembling as he pointed to the dim old gravesite.

"Don't, don't talk nonsense, grandma is already dead.

Liu Xinyue, holding her brother's hand, was so scared she was almost crying at this point. She thought of her grandmother's gaunt appearance on the hospital bed, utterly lifeless, the cold, unfamiliar visage after she had passed away, and even more so, the frightful sight in heavy makeup at the time of the funeral.

If such a person were to walk through this dim cemetery.

Even the closest granddaughter, Liu Xinyue, would feel more terror than anyone else, not less.

"It's true, it really is. I did see grandma just now, grandma was wearing a black dress..." Liu Haw said, also becoming somewhat emotional.

He was very detailed, even noticing the color of the clothes his grandmother wore before she died.

Liu Xinyue was so frightened she covered her mouth, trembling slightly, and even afraid to look in the direction her brother was pointing, in case she saw something she shouldn't.

But the more afraid she was,

the more she couldn't help but look in that direction.

Just one glance.

To confirm that her brother hadn't seen it wrong.

Liu Xinyue, as if possessed, glanced over there, and that one look almost drove her to the brink of a mental breakdown.

Between two old graves not far away,

there stood an elderly person in black burial clothes, pale-faced, emaciated, with wrinkled, cold features, stationary and staring this way.

No, not staring this way.

Just rigidly standing there like a corpse, facing this way.

This elderly person, without a doubt, was indeed her grandmother.

Liu Granny.

The very Liu Granny who had died inside a coffin, mysteriously vanished, now eerily resurrected and walking in the midst of this silent cemetery.

However, unnoticed by anyone, Liu Granny's hands were covered in the foul stench of grave soil.

Underneath her fingernails was full of dirt.

And one hand even held a rust-streaked nail.

The nail was big.

It looked like one craftsmen used to engrave tombstones, but it also looked more like a... Coffin Nail.

Liu Xinyue's mind was in a fog, terror drowning her rationality, leaving her frozen in place, incapacitated.

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She had been scared out of her senses.

And Liu Xinyue's eyes were still fixed on the distant figure of Liu Granny.

At this moment,

Liu Granny stiffly turned and walked away.

Despite taking only a few steps, she had already vanished from sight.

In the silent and empty cemetery, a familiar yet spine-chilling sound was heard again.

"Ding, ding-ding."

The ghost was once again engraving a tombstone.