Mysterious Revival - Chapter 934 - 901: The Red Balloon
Ten past six in the morning.
On the fourth floor of the Ghost Post Office, all the messengers gathered.
Yang Jian, Li Yang, Yang Xiaohua, the Eagle, Leuk Qingqing, Wang Feng… including the two named Qin Kai and Da Qiang, there were a total of nine people.
Quite a number.
However, if you set aside Yang Jian and the others who came up from the third floor, the fourth floor messengers themselves were pitifully few—only four, not even enough to fill the seven rooms.
This is because the rest of the fourth-floor messengers were all dead.
They had died, one by one, during the post office’s late-night hours, killed amidst the tasks of delivering letters.
At this moment.
Everyone stood in the corridor, staring at the red balloon floating above the atrium in the middle of the hallway. Their gazes were heavy, their thoughts unreadable.
Tied to the red balloon was a crimson envelope.
This was the mission to deliver letters this time.
But aside from the red envelope, many kept focusing their stares on the red balloon itself.
The fourth-floor messengers knew—this red balloon must be a haunted object, imbued with special powers. This was one of the hidden benefits of the Ghost Post Office. Many messengers had acquired strange artifacts either inside the post office or during delivery tasks.
Take for instance the large wardrobe from Room 404, Wang Feng’s bloodstained hammer, the Eagle’s vintage firearm, and Leuk Qingqing’s red cheongsam…
The red balloon before them was clearly another item imbued with supernatural powers.
Its exact function was unclear, but it didn’t stop everyone from coveting it.
However…
Many individuals turned their gaze toward one person.
Yang Jian, who held a cracked spear and carried a corpse.
Among the messengers on this floor, Yang Jian was the only one who acted irrationally, unrestrained and utterly fearless. His abilities were so powerful that he could face evil spirits head-on, without even worrying about being killed by them.
In this situation, who would have the nerve to challenge someone like him?
That would simply be tempting death.
“I’m taking this. Does anyone agree or disagree?” Yang Jian ignored the crowd’s stares and spoke directly.
His attitude was harsh, like a landlord asserting dominion, leaving no room for negotiation.
Wang Feng, the Eagle, and Leuk Qingqing shifted their gazes slightly but said nothing, clearly acquiescing to Yang Jian’s behavior. They had witnessed Yang Jian’s abilities earlier. Neither the envelope nor the balloon was something they dared to vie for.
“Hmm? Wang Feng and the Eagle, messengers of the fourth floor, not daring to fight a newcomer over a letter?” A young man in his early twenties, his gaze steady, immediately noticed something amiss.
Where there’s an oddity, there’s a ghost.
This Yang Jian was undoubtedly much more than ordinary.
It wasn’t that Wang Feng and the Eagle didn’t want to compete; rather, they didn’t dare.
Qin Kai and the middle-aged Da Qiang exchanged a glance, their silent understanding evident.
Neither of them had any intention of stepping forward to provoke Yang Jian over the letter, clearly worried about offending someone they shouldn’t.
But remaining silent wasn’t an option either.
If nobody spoke up, it was tantamount to relinquishing both the envelope and the red balloon. This would be detrimental to the messengers’ survival.
To survive, messengers had to seize every opportunity to ensure their survival.
Qin Kai couldn’t hold back any longer and spoke up: “The fourth-floor letter is yours, but what about the red balloon? Who does it belong to?”
“I’m taking them both. Do you have a problem with that?” Yang Jian replied indifferently.
“I don’t have an issue; I was just asking,” Qin Kai backed down, avoiding any conflict over the matter.
Da Qiang, standing across the hallway, saw this and chose to remain silent as well.
“The balloon is floating above the atrium; it’s out of reach. How do you plan to retrieve the letter and the balloon?” Qin Kai asked.
The fourth-floor letter seemed inherently difficult to claim.
Yang Jian didn’t respond but instead glanced at Li Yang.
Without hesitation, Li Yang sprang into action. He removed his jacket, revealing a white shirt beneath—a shirt now slowly staining with blood. The skin on his chest was tearing, blood seeping out, faintly outlining the shape of a door.
Supernatural power had manifested.
The red balloon, which had been floating motionlessly above the atrium, swiftly moved toward Li Yang.
Soon enough.
The red balloon, along with the crimson envelope tied below, had arrived at the hallway.
Yang Jian reached out, grabbed it, and removed the envelope.
But then, something unexpected occurred. After he removed the envelope, the thread attached to the balloon’s end stuck to his arm as though fused together. The thread grew directly into his skin.
Suddenly.
The red balloon began to ascend, pulling Yang Jian’s feet off the ground as he floated upward.
It defied logic.
No ordinary balloon could possibly lift the weight of a grown man.
But this red balloon wasn’t ordinary—it was a haunted object, imbued with supernatural power. Logic couldn’t explain it.
“This balloon is peculiar,” Li Yang commented, reaching out to intervene.
“Don’t act; let me observe the situation,” Yang Jian replied.
He understood that the red balloon was a haunted item. This event was merely a manifestation of its uncontrollable power. If he could uncover the correct method of operation, he could regain control over it.
This was why he didn’t immediately resist the balloon but instead chose to analyze.
He discovered that not only was the balloon lifting him off the ground, but even the Ghost Shadow beneath his feet rose along with him.
The red balloon seemed intent on carrying away the ghost tethered to the thread.
And as his altitude increased, Yang Jian began to feel a suffocating pressure unlike anything he had ever known.
“This balloon can suppress ghosts. If you attach its thread to a ghost, the balloon can lift it into the air, suspending it. The higher it ascends, the stronger the suppression,” Yang Jian deduced, uncovering the supernatural power of the red balloon.
It was a powerful haunted artifact.
If used properly, it could neutralize a terrifying ghost by sending it into the sky.
“I wonder if it would affect ordinary humans not linked to supernatural powers?”
With that thought, Yang Jian raised his cracked spear and swung the Firewood Knife to sever the balloon’s thread.
The tether snapped.
The restraint lifted.
Yang Jian returned to the ground.
Simultaneously, the red balloon descended slowly, coming to a stop near head height.
“Yang Xiaohua, you try it,” Yang Jian ordered.
Yang Xiaohua’s face shifted slightly as she realized the inherent danger in the balloon.
She couldn’t understand why Yang Jian wanted her to test it.
“Alright,” Yang Xiaohua nodded lightly.
She didn’t have the luxury of refusal. This was her opportunity to prove her worth. Otherwise, she might only face death when delivering the letter.
Cautiously, Yang Xiaohua reached for the thread of the red balloon.
Nothing happened.
The red balloon didn’t attack, remaining unnervingly calm without any anomalies.
“Walk a few steps,” Yang Jian instructed.
Yang Xiaohua began walking while holding the balloon. She was able to move freely with it.
“I see. Ordinary humans unconnected to supernatural powers won’t be attacked by the balloon. But ghost tamers will immediately get targeted and taken away. Captain, this artifact can counter ghosts,” Li Yang analyzed the details.
“Exactly. It’s capable of suppressing ghosts. The higher it flies, the stronger the suppression. If used wisely, it can turn the tide in critical situations,” Yang Jian agreed.
Without a doubt, this artifact had functionality similar to a weaker Coffin Nail.
However, the balloon had notable limitations. Its usage wasn’t convenient and required tying its thread to a ghost—a daunting challenge for messengers.
“Hold on to this for now,” Yang Jian fixed his gaze on Yang Xiaohua. “If you lose it, you know the consequences.”
Yang Xiaohua’s body trembled slightly. “Got it. I’ll keep it safe for now.”
Qin Kai and Da Qiang watched with regret.
Such an invaluable object, capable of trading one ghost for another, considerably enhancing survival odds.
But in Yang Jian’s hands, there was no hope for them.
At that moment.
The walls of the fourth-floor hallway began to change. Chunks of plaster peeled away one after another, revealing lines of decayed writing, seemingly written years or decades ago.
The writing was unnatural, distorted, unlike what a sane person would scribe.
“The delivery mission hints have appeared,” the Eagle announced.
Everyone looked.
They saw peeling plaster across the corridor walls, revealing four sets of mission hints.
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