Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian made a decisive departure from Dahai City.

Despite Wei Jing and Ye Zhen still handling affairs in Fushou Garden, he had already boarded Sun Rui's private jet for the return journey.

Although in poor condition, this was predicated on the use of ghostly powers; without relying on such forces, Yang Jian felt he could still suppress the Ghost Eye Resurrection.

After all, it was the Ghost Hand and Ghost Shadow working together to suppress the Ghost Eye Resurrection.

However, it was impossible for him never to use the power of ghosts again from this point on.

Therefore, besides investigating the Ghost Post Office, another urgent matter had to be considered.

How to deal with the Ghost Eye Resurrection problem.

On the plane.

Yang Jian pondered this tough question.

A most direct plan formed in his mind.

That was to control a fourth ghost.

However, after carefully considering the resources at his disposal,

It was unfortunate.

There wasn't a single ghost suitable for Yang Jian to control because having more ghosts in one's body wasn't better; on the contrary, fewer was preferable, as more would lead to a greater risk of imbalance.

If he hadn't caused Ghost Shadow to crash and turn into an anomaly, at this moment, it wouldn't just be the Ghost Eye that would need resurrecting; probably the Ghost Hand and Ghost Shadow would also start resurrecting together.

"Captain Yang, are you alright?" Sun Rui had been paying attention to Yang Jian's condition, and now he couldn't help asking, breaking the calm within the plane.

From the previous fight with Ye Zhen up to now, he noticed that Yang Jian's eyes were emitting a faint red glow.

This was a sign of ghostly invasion.

And the sign hadn't disappeared yet.

"Nothing serious at the moment," Yang Jian regained his composure and said calmly.

Sun Rui continued, "Should the investigation of the Ghost Post Office still go on?"

He could see that Yang Jian had paid a significant price to defeat Ye Zhen, and his condition had severely deteriorated.

"Continue."

Yang Jian said, "Don't worry about my condition, I will handle my own affairs. Moreover, the matter of the Ghost Post Office is highly complex, seeming to be silently driving the resurrection of ghosts. The phenomenon at Fushou Garden is proof of that. So, in my view, the existence of the messenger identity shouldn't exist at all."

"However, there must be bigger secrets within the Ghost Post Office. If that can be unraveled, perhaps the truth behind the ghost resurrection can be uncovered."

"So, no matter what, this investigation must continue."

Having said that, Yang Jian paused: "Land your private jet in Dachang City first; I plan to return there for a visit. After the next delivery task begins, I will make arrangements. Until then, you don't need to do anything."

"Since Captain Yang has decided, let's arrange it this way. I'll wait for you in Dahan City," Sun Rui nodded and said.

"Fine."

The first delivery mission came to an end.

If it hadn't been for the unwarranted fight with Ye Zhen, this delivery mission would've been technically a breakeven.

Because Yang Jian took a Coffin Nail.

This was his capital to confront any ghost, even in his current poor condition, he wasn't completely powerless against supernatural incidents.

At this moment.

Inside Fushou Garden.

The supernatural confrontation had temporarily come to an end.

Wei Jing walked out of Fushou Garden with a grim expression and a numb look, holding an old straw rope in his hand. The straw rope seemed to be infinitely extended, reaching into the cemetery behind him.

As he walked step by step, the other end of the Ghost Rope was bound to a highly decomposed female corpse, which was broken in half at the waist but entangled with each other in a bizarre manner.

Not just one female corpse.

There were more behind it.

A twisted figure, like a fierce ghost, struggled to break free from the bondage of the straw rope.

There was also a recently buried corpse with something moving under the skin and a pale countenance, the person was Luo Su Yi who had died in the cemetery earlier.

There was also an old, rotten, and thick quilt, apparently wrapping a ghost. Despite being bound by the Ghost Rope, there was still a struggle.

...

Wei Jing, clutching the Ghost Rope, pulled these terrifying things behind him.

Although they were all unknown and terrifying ghosts, they were all suppressed in his hands.

The supernatural was limited.

"Wei Jing, you've done quite well. It's no wonder Yang Wudi gave you the time of day, since the headquarters sent you to mediate, you really do have some skills," Ye Zhen said, sitting leisurely atop a stone pedestal near the archway of Fushou Garden, watching Wei Jing approaching.

"But compared to me, Ye, you're still lacking. If you think my words are amiss, feel free to seek me out for a match. After all, I, Ye, have been invincible my whole life, only defeated once, but that does not affect my indomitable spirit; I am still fearless."

Wei Jing considered his remarks as bragging, emotionlessly responding, "Fushou Garden is a very special place. The situation here can only be temporarily contained and can't be completely eradicated. There are too many old graves, and at any time a ghost might emerge. So from today onwards, you need to be vigilant about this place."

"Where's Yang Jian?"

"He left a long time ago. He seems to be investigating something and seems to have a little secret. However, I'm not interested in that. What interests me is how to overcome the Coffin Nail in his hand next time and defeat him again," Ye Zhen remarked.

Wei Jing continued, "Don't go after Yang Jian for another fight. If there's a next time, the headquarters will join forces with Yang Jian to take you down. There will only be one mediation, definitely not a second time. I hope you understand."

"Wei Jing, times have changed."

Ye Zhen seemed to take on a rare serious tone, "Kings will stand atop the sky, while the defeated shall wither like fallen leaves."

"What exactly are you talking about?"

Wei Jing's numb expression could not show any emotion, but his tone carried a hint of confusion.

He could not comprehend Ye Zhen's seemingly adolescent rhetoric.

Ye Zhen laughed heartily, "To put it in terms you can understand, who will dominate this world in the future? The continually resurrecting ghosts? The nobility of the old world? Or the newly rising masters of ghosts? Hope, survival, continuation—when everything is subjected to immense pressure and converges at a certain point, something will be born of this age."

"It can bring hope, sustain life, save lives."

"What is it?" Wei Jing asked.

"It's a god."

Pointing to the sky with one hand, Ye Zhen declared, "And I, Ye Zhen, will ascend to godhood, in the name of the strongest."

"Someone told me before I came here that you were not quite right in the head, I didn't quite believe it then, but now I do."

Wei Jing ignored the adolescent, leading several ferocious ghosts forward with the Ghost Rope in hand.

The surroundings were gradually swallowed by a thick darkness.

Wei Jing disappeared into the darkness, and the terrifying ghosts bound by the Ghost Rope were also slowly pulled into it.

As the last segment of the Ghost Rope vanished, the entire expanse of darkness rapidly dissipated, leaving nothing behind nearby.

"Coffin nails like Yang Jian's seem to be found in this cemetery, maybe I should seriously look again, perhaps I could find another one." After Wei Jing left, Ye Zhen pondered as he looked down.

After all, he had just been nailed to the ground in a rather miserable state.

At that thought,

Ye Zhen found a shovel from somewhere and, shouldering it, ran back to Fushou Garden.

To others, a horrifying place to be avoided at all costs seemed to Ye Zhen like a backyard for adventure and treasure-hunting, easy to enter, walk around without a care, never worrying about dying inside and not being able to get out.

However, if he dug around with a shovel aimlessly, it's probably less likely to find a coffin nail and more likely to dig up a fierce ghost.

Following the conclusion of the events in Dahai City.

At night,

Video footage of the fierce battle between Yang Jian and Ye Zhen spread wildly on the internet, while the Supernatural Circle also paid close attention to this matter.

After all, it's rare to see top ghost tamers fight, especially in front of so many common citizens.

An invisible storm was brewing.

But as one of the main characters in the videos and news, Yang Jian had already returned to Dachang City.

He needed to rest and recover.

"According to the first level messenger's delivery task from the Ghost Post Office, the next delivery should be in a few more days. Li Yang, take some rest in these days. This is just the beginning; it's far from over. I hope you're prepared," Yang Jian said, ready to part ways after disembarking from the plane.

"Don't worry, Captain, I'm fine," Li Yang replied, still in good condition, nodding.

However, just as Yang Jian was preparing to leave the airport and take a car home,

Suddenly,

The lights in the hall started flickering, and a strange aura spread.

"Who?"

Yang Jian suddenly stopped and became alert, with Ghost Child appearing behind him.

This strange situation was definitely not caused by a supernatural event; if Dachang City had one, he would have received a report. It must be the presence of another ghost tamer.

Suddenly,

A dense fog surged from one direction in the hall, and a figure emerged from the fog.

"It's me, Feng Quan."

The person who walked out of the Ghost Fog turned out to be Feng Quan: "I heard about your fight with Ye Zhen, so I came to support you. But I had just started my journey when I got the message from headquarters that the conflict between you had been calmed. So, I just headed to Dachang City Airport to wait for you instead."

Other figures appeared within the dense fog.

It was a woman with long, slender legs, an elegant figure, and long black hair, stunningly beautiful to an otherworldly extent.

She is Huang Ziya, codenamed Ghost Hair.

"Ye Zhen is a troublesome guy; the headquarters tried to recruit him before but failed. However, if a real fight breaks out, I will certainly help you," the third figure emerged from the thick Ghost Fog.

This was a person wrapped in a headscarf, with a ponytail, whose expression might be cold but who exuded valiant energy.

That is Ghost Face Tong Qian.

"I thought I was being ambushed by an enemy here. I didn't expect it to be you guys," Yang Jian said, somewhat relieved.

"We just arrived today as well, Captain. You should have called us when you had a conflict with the supernatural forum so we could have helped," said Huang Ziya, her gorgeous face revealing a smile as she approached Yang Jian and circled around him.

As if assessing the situation.

But she quickly noticed the Ghost Child hiding behind Yang Jian.

"This must be that little ghost, right? It looks exactly like you, Captain," Huang Ziya exclaimed, reaching out as if to touch it.

Feng Quan said, "You better not touch it recklessly; this is a Second Stage Hungry Ghost, now an abnormal entity that is neither human nor ghost and quite dangerous."

Hearing the words Hungry Ghost, Huang Ziya hurriedly withdrew her hand.

"This little thing listens so well to the Captain; probably it wouldn't hurt to touch it a bit."

She wasn't reckless, just very curious — surprised that Yang Jian could actually tame a Little Hungry Ghost and even use it as an assistant by his side.

"The matter is over, my conflict with Ye Zhen stops here. The headquarters intervened to mediate, and I had to give them face, otherwise, I couldn't have left Dahai City," Yang Jian said, "I'm truly happy you could support me, but it all happened so suddenly, I figured you wouldn't be able to make it to Dahai City in time, so I didn't consider it."

Although Feng Quan possessed Ghost Domain,

It would be deadly for him to use Ghost Domain to rush to Dahai City as he would likely die from the resurrection of fierce ghosts on the way.

After all, the range of his Ghost Domain is quite small, only enough to cover a small part of a township. To traverse hundreds or even more than a thousand kilometers between places, it's simply not feasible.

"No matter what, it's good that you're okay, otherwise, today's matter definitely wouldn't be over," Feng Quan said.

Yang Jian remarked, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. It's late, and you've had a long journey from your respective homes. Let's head back now. We can discuss anything else tomorrow."

"Yeah, you must be tired too, Brother Tui. Let's go back and rest for the night," Feng Quan nodded.

Yang Jian gave him another look, with a contemplative expression.

Because Feng Quan's other ghost had some connection to the Grave Soil of Fushou Garden, making him wonder what kind of supernatural events were involved.