Mysterious Revival - Chapter 927 - 894: The Bloodstained Mallet

Unexpectedly, the wardrobe in Room 404 was hiding the messenger from the fourth floor who managed to survive by luck.

They certainly had some abilities, managing to obtain an item infused with eerie supernatural energy. This wardrobe isn’t truly a paranormal object; it simply underwent some strange transformation because a malicious ghost had once hidden inside it, giving it an odd ability to isolate the interior silence from the outside.

It prevents ghosts outside the wardrobe from finding those hiding inside.

It also ensures that those inside can’t hear any commotion outside.

Although it feels quite useless most of the time,

it proves to be extremely useful right now on the chaotic fourth floor of the post office, enabling people to safely endure the most perilous night.

Moreover, the wardrobe’s placement is quite ingenious.

It was deliberately put inside a haunted Room 404, to coexist with a ghost.

After all, while the ghost is undeniably a ghost, the messenger might not necessarily be a true messenger, making it an opportunity to avoid the ghost hidden among the messengers.

“So, there really are other messengers who survived. The messengers on the fourth floor are certainly resourceful.” Li Yang expressed interest, but he had a more pressing task: blocking this doorway.

Because outside the door, the hurried footsteps pacing back and forth hadn’t stopped.

The ghost was still wandering just outside.

Meanwhile, Leuk Qingqing’s headless corpse, after opening the wardrobe door, began to move. Her body behaved as though nothing was wrong, slowly walking toward the location where her head had rolled off. She bent over, picked up the crushed and flattened head, and reassembled it onto her own body.

Her neck and body, being part of a puppet, fit together seamlessly, needing no help from the Ghost Shadow’s powers.

Leuk Qingqing rotated her neck slightly, producing a series of clicking sounds as she touched her forehead.

The blow from the wooden mallet was terrifying—the forehead was caved in by more than half, and her once-beautiful head was completely deformed. She tried pressing it back, but it wouldn’t return to its original state. This seemed to have caused permanent damage. If it had been anyone else, they would certainly have died by now. Even if it were a malicious ghost, it likely would have been driven away by such a strike.

“The puppet body itself is inherently supernatural, but this wooden mallet is decidedly extraordinary.” Yang Jian understood how special Leuk Qingqing’s body truly was.

Although Leuk Qingqing survived the strike, appearing unaffected,

the fact that the wooden mallet had crushed the puppet body’s head suggested that if a real ghost had taken that blow, its head would have been flattened as well.

“Kill him.” Leuk Qingqing’s beautiful face was now hauntingly grim; she was furious and desired vengeance.

Yang Jian glanced at her: “Killing him or not, that’s my decision, not yours.”

“Aren’t you going to take down the messenger on the fourth floor? He’s against us. Are you seriously considering letting him go? If you won’t act, then I will.” Leuk Qingqing, wearing high heels and with her flattened head, strode forward.

“Calm down,” Wang Shan urged.

He definitely didn’t want to see Yang Jian and Leuk Qingqing clashing.

“Shut up,” Leuk Qingqing snapped at Wang Shan, and simultaneously, an unseen Supernatural Curse descended upon him.

Wang Shan froze in place like a Puppet Person, unable to move, his limbs stiff.

Puppet Person?

Yang Jian remained unmoved upon seeing this: “If I choose not to kill, are you planning on turning against me, Leuk Qingqing?”

With that said, he stamped down on Qu Hongtao, who was lying on the ground, then readied his cracked spear, prepared to strike again.

Although furious, Leuk Qingqing managed not to lose her reasoning entirely. She hated how she’d been transformed into something resembling a ghost, her once-beautiful head now twisted and deformed by that mallet blow.

Faced with Yang Jian’s tough stance, she halted her steps, not daring to challenge his limits.

If they truly did start a fight,

she would almost certainly be killed on the spot.

There was no other possibility.

As a messenger who had infiltrated the supernatural realm, Leuk Qingqing knew enough about Yang Jian to understand his capabilities. Many individuals far stronger than herself had been killed by Yang Jian, earning him notable achievements in the paranormal community.

Those unfamiliar with him might think Yang Jian acted recklessly,

but those who understood his prowess would realize that his attitude was remarkably restrained and modest.

“Are you trying to protect him?” Leuk Qingqing suppressed her rage and questioned him.

“Don’t question me about how I do things. Just because you were attacked doesn’t mean you have the right to question me so self-righteously.”

Yang Jian retorted, “If you lack capability, don’t blame others. When I was injured fighting malicious ghosts in the corridor earlier, I never blamed anyone.”

Although furious, Leuk Qingqing could only swallow her grievances.

“As for you—get inside the wardrobe and bring out the people hiding within,” Yang Jian demanded with a harsh kick.

The strike was powerful.

Qu Hongtao, the messenger, was sent flying directly into the wardrobe, hitting it heavily.

“You…”

Qu Hongtao groaned through clenched teeth, glaring fiercely at Yang Jian, as if plotting revenge, intending to resist.

Considering his own circumstances and the surrounding situation, however, he dared not act rashly. Without a word, he ducked back into the wardrobe.

The wardrobe appeared far larger than it seemed. Those who entered seemed to vanish entirely, leaving no trace.

Soon enough…

There was movement inside the wardrobe. The hanging clothes swayed, and several figures climbed out.

As Qu Hongtao had mentioned, there were three people in total, including himself.

“Interesting. I didn’t expect the fourth floor to have such capable messengers. My name is Wang Feng. The events earlier were a misunderstanding. How about we resolve this peacefully?” Among the three, the leader—a man in his early thirties—spoke with a tired expression, a smile lingering on his face, his gaze fixed on Yang Jian.

Inside the wardrobe, they must have briefly discussed the situation outside.

“That wooden mallet is quite special,” Yang Jian abruptly remarked.

Beside him, Qu Hongtao’s eyes flickered with unease, seemingly wanting to speak but refrained.

“You mean this? Indeed, it’s quite remarkable.” Wang Feng’s sleeve revealed a bloodstained wooden mallet carrying an unsettling aura.

“I want it,”

Yang Jian wasted no time and acted immediately, attempting to seize it outright.

“Friend, that’s impulsive,” Wang Feng’s gaze darkened as he raised the mallet and struck Yang Jian’s outstretched blackened hand.

The Ghost Hand took the hit, instantly losing sensation.

And it wasn’t just the Ghost Hand; Yang Jian felt nearly half his body go numb.

“Foolhardy.”

Yang Jian swung the cracked spear with his other hand, slashing at Wang Feng.

Wang Feng failed to evade, his arm sliced deeply, exposing bone amidst splattering blood.

The Firewood Knife’s sharpness was terrifyingly formidable.

“That’s going too far.”

Another messenger stepped forward, shielding Wang Feng.

The Ghost Shadow’s encroachment was suddenly blocked, creating a zone of paranormal isolation that prevented the Ghost Shadow from invading Wang Feng.

“Fascinating—messengers on the fourth floor indeed harbor ghost masters.” Yang Jian refrained from a full-force attack, merely testing their limits.

If it came to a serious fight, these individuals would stand no chance against him.

Considering the number of malicious ghosts on this floor tonight, Yang Jian preferred not to add more revived ghosts to the mix.

However, Wang Feng misunderstood Yang Jian’s restraint, mistaking it for a fully unleashed attack, believing them to be evenly matched adversaries.

“Fighting each other here is pointless. You already have the knife; must you covet my item as well? Let’s stop this. Surviving tonight is uncertain—infighting is truly foolish.”

He ignored his bleeding arm, warily guarding against Yang Jian’s potential next move, though inwardly he was terrified. “What kind of man is this? Taking a strike from my bloodstained wooden mallet and acting as if nothing happened? Furthermore, he utilizes multiple ghost powers—could newcomers from the third floor really be this formidable?”

A monster?

Somehow, Wang Feng felt this unsettling idea solidify in his mind.

“Who would ever think they have too many tools at hand?” Yang Jian flexed his numbed arm.

This sensation likely stemmed from the suppressive force of the supernatural item.

The single strike from the mallet could neutralize a ghost’s ability temporarily, putting it into a near-slumber-like state.

Though dangerous, it wasn’t lethal.

Provided one didn’t get struck repeatedly, which might lead to compounded effects and even a state of unconsciousness.

“Need a hand?” asked Eagle, ready to support Yang Jian.

“Not necessary,” Yang Jian replied. “I want to test the capabilities of fourth-floor messengers.”

He then added, “It’s quite simple to make me stop. Show sufficient strength, or hand over the mallet.”

He gripped his cracked spear tightly and strode forward once more.

“This madman,” Wang Feng murmured, his face darkening.

He had a strong premonition: if the conflict continued, this man might not die at all—only their group of three would.

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