Mysterious Revival - Chapter 1570 - 1533: Return Once More
In this period, Yu Chengzhi was considered a senior figure in the supernatural circle, yet in front of Yang Jian, he could only be regarded as a newcomer. He had experienced the changes at headquarters and deeply understood how difficult it was to survive in this era. Precisely because of this comparison, he was even clearer about how important Yang Jian’s presence was.
So at this moment, seeing Yang Jian appear again, Yu Chengzhi was very happy inside.
“You did very well, managing this city as best as you could. Even though supernatural events occurred, they didn’t affect the safety of the majority.” Yang Jian said.
Yu Chengzhi forced a smile on his terrible-looking face: “Captain Yang, you’re being too polite. I don’t have enough ability, so I can’t do more. Even managing this city feels overwhelming, and many fierce ghosts haunting the city have not been dealt with. Occasionally, innocent residents still die in supernatural events.”
“I can’t be considered a qualified person in charge. Luckily, Captain Yang appeared today and solved those most troublesome supernatural events.”
Yang Jian said, “I’ve been dormant for half a year. Now I’m traveling around the country, wanting to see what the situation in the country has become during this supernatural era. Today I happened to pass by here and casually resolved the supernatural happenings in this city.”
“I see, has Captain Yang gained anything on your journey?” Yu Chengzhi asked.
“Can’t say I’ve gained much, it’s just the threat of the supernatural is too great for ordinary people. Even a very common supernatural event can cause countless deaths or homelessness. Living in such a period is too desperate. If the supernatural era continues like this, it won’t take long before the whole world is finished.”
Yang Jian said seriously: “That’s why while traveling, I’m also trying to find a way to change this era.”
Upon hearing this, Yu Chengzhi immediately showed respect: “In this period, it’s truly a blessing that Captain Yang is still around at headquarters. I’ve also been thinking about the future, but the more I think about it, the more desperate I feel. Take Dazhang City, now I can temporarily stabilize it a bit, but if I die, I’m afraid there won’t even be a successor. What will this city become then?”
“From a point to an area, if even a Dazhang City is like this, what about so many cities across the country? And many cities don’t even have someone in charge. It’s not that headquarters doesn’t want to manage, but there’s really no manpower available. I used to often complain that the captains at headquarters didn’t take care of things—several captains have retired. Now I understand, captains have their captain’s duties, they think more about the future than merely managing one or two cities.”
Yang Jian said: “No one can escape disaster in the torrent of the times, including the captains at headquarters. So even if someone doesn’t want to do it, they have to be forced to do something. Unfortunately, last time in the fight against the King Organization, too many captains were lost, otherwise the situation wouldn’t have become like this.”
“Yes, that incident seriously damaged headquarters, and it hasn’t recovered to this day.” Yu Chengzhi lamented: “I don’t even know how long I can live. I only hope that before I die, I can see Captain Yang successfully find a way to fight against this supernatural era.”
“Don’t speak so despairingly, hope exists.” Yang Jian said calmly, “And I believe you won’t die so soon.”
After speaking, blood-red water welled up at his feet, followed by a pale hand reaching out. The hand held something wrapped in yellow paper, looking like a package of Chinese medicine.
“This is the last pack of Chinese medicine. If you take it, it can delay the resurrection of fierce ghosts. Captain candidate Liu Qi took this stuff before, unfortunately, he still died in the end.” Yang Jian picked up the package of Chinese medicine and tossed it to Yu Chengzhi.
“I’ve no use for this, so I’ll give it to you. I hope you can live a bit longer, don’t die so quickly.”
Yang Jian thought Yu Chengzhi was a very responsible person in charge, worthy of some help.
Subconsciously, Yu Chengzhi caught it, his eyes showing a bit of surprise: “Such an important supernatural item shouldn’t be wasted on me. Some very capable ghost handlers need it more.”
“Others have no chance to use it, take it. It’s not particularly precious anyway.” Yang Jian shook his head slightly.
This pack of Chinese medicine was originally meant for his teammates.
But at Ghost Street, he had snatched seven red coffins; his teammates could lie in them if they couldn’t hold on. Besides, there was the Ghost Mirror which could resurrect once.
In comparison, the survival of other people in charge at headquarters was worse, and they needed more help.
Moreover, keeping this final pack of Chinese medicine without any use wasn’t worth it, so it was better to give it away early to realize its final value.
“Since Captain Yang says so, I won’t be polite and accept it.” Yu Chengzhi didn’t refuse any longer, as he indeed needed this thing now. After all, who wants to die if they can live?
Yang Jian said: “I should continue on my way, there are more important things waiting for me to do.”
“Then I wish Captain Yang a successful journey.” Yu Chengzhi bid farewell to Yang Jian.
A feeling inexplicably welled up inside him.
If there’s still hope in this era, it must be Yang Jian. If even he can’t find a solution for the supernatural era, perhaps everything will really end.
“Before Yang Jian succeeds, I must hold on. Even though I can’t offer much help, at least I can manage Dazhang City as best as I can. Even if I die later, at least I’ll have made some contribution.” Yu Chengzhi thought to himself, looking at the packet of Chinese medicine in his hand.
Yang Jian stayed in Dazhang City for a while, resolved the remaining supernatural events, and then left.
After this journey, he understood that in this gradually hopeless era, there were still people struggling to hold on, contributing their share of strength, and blocking the tide of the supernatural era.
With this thought in mind, Yang Jian arrived at another city.
This was a very familiar city, Dahan City.
It’s familiar because the Ghost Post Office was in Dahan City, and the person in charge, Sun Rui, was still active in the Ghost Post Office.
However, the Ghost Post Office had stopped operating. After Yang Jian delivered the last letter, it was renamed Hell Apartment.
Upon arriving in Dahan City, Yang Jian did not immediately head to the Ghost Post Office, but took a stroll around the city first.
He discovered that while no supernatural events were occurring, the city seemed deserted, lacking any vitality, as if it had been attacked by vengeful ghosts.
This phenomenon was quite peculiar.
Logically, cities without supernatural occurrences should be bustling with residents, potentially even more prosperous than before. Yet reality defied this theory, piquing Yang Jian’s curiosity. He decided to check out the Ghost Post Office, thinking Sun Rui might know something, as he had remained there, keeping watch over Dahan City.
Yang Jian soon found himself in front of the sealed-off, abandoned building.
When he opened his ghostly eye, the building disappeared under the Ghost Domain’s influence, and an eerie, old five-story building appeared before him.
At the entrance of this Republic of China period building was a neon sign flashing four large characters: Hell Apartment.
Having harnessed the supernatural bus, Yang Jian could effortlessly transcend the boundary between reality and the supernatural. He stepped forward a few paces and stood before the old Republic of China building.
“Just like before, unchanged.”
“No, wait, something’s different.”
His gaze sharpened, and through the door, he saw quite a few people inside the building, unfamiliar faces who seemed more like ordinary people than ghost tamers.
As Yang Jian pushed the door open and entered, many eyes in the first-floor lobby immediately turned toward him.
“Another unlucky fool has wandered in. Looks like most of the previous batch are dead; otherwise, they wouldn’t recruit newcomers so quickly,” someone remarked.
“I can’t stand being in this ghostly place, forced into supernatural events to survive. Who’s the heartless one who created such a place?” others lamented.
“Hey, newcomer, what’s your name?” someone called out to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian, noticing the situation, furrowed his brows and, with a cursory glance, understood roughly what was happening within this Ghost Post Office.
“Has Sun Rui redefined the rules, preparing to operate this Hell Apartment again?”
The presence of ordinary people here served as the best evidence.
Yang Jian couldn’t help recalling Sun Rui’s initial determination to enter this place, risking his life to shut down the Ghost Post Office and eradicate the existence of messengers.
Who would have thought that in just six months, Sun Rui would retrace his old steps?
It’s somewhat ironic, but Yang Jian felt more resignation.
This era is severely lacking in manpower, in ghost tamers.
Without ghost tamers to combat the supernatural, there is no hope for the future. Sun Rui’s reopening of the Ghost Post Office is likely an effort to cultivate a new batch of ghost tamers.
“Hey, newcomer, I’m talking to you.” A man frowned and walked over, blocking Yang Jian’s path.
“Zhang Jinhong, a survivor of two supernatural events, is considered a senior here. This newcomer is unfortunate to be targeted,” someone shook their head in secret.
“Zhang Jinhong survives two supernatural events because his team always has newbies as cannon fodder. Without newcomers to risk probing the ghost’s killing patterns, he’d be dead already. This time, he likely wants to pull this newbie into his team as cannon fodder,” others speculated quietly.
“That’s obvious enough. But his survival isn’t solely due to using newbies; he has some skills and possesses means to resist the supernatural.”
Yang Jian’s path was blocked, so he halted. A ghostly eye opened, rotating unnaturally as it fixated on him, “Are you talking to me?”
Upon seeing the ghostly eye on Yang Jian’s forehead, Zhang Jinhong’s face instantly froze: “Ghost, ghost… ghost tamer?”
The others widened their eyes, revealing expressions of disbelief.
“Are you kidding me? This ghostly place actually forcefully brought in a ghost tamer from outside?”
“We thought it was a sheep entering a lion’s den, but it turns out it’s a tiger entering a flock of sheep. If a ghost tamer participates in survival tasks, wouldn’t it be an easy victory?”
“Zhang Jinhong’s in trouble now. Would this ghost tamer be furious enough to slap him dead?”
Zhang Jinhong’s face turned pale, his body tense, cold sweat pouring down, gone were his previous aggressive demeanor.
Yang Jian rotated his ghostly eye, ignoring him, and called out, “Sun Rui, come out and meet.”
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