Mysterious Revival

After Yang Jian broke the terrifying curse of Fushou Garden, he essentially found a way out for everyone.

With a way out now available, everyone's fear and unease were greatly reduced. Many had already made up their minds that as soon as they heard the knocking sound again, they would immediately find a tombstone to sit on, leaving the ground to avoid being killed by ghosts.

But that was not the end of it.

After surviving the terrifying incident of the ghost inscribing death onto people, Yang Jian, along with Sun Rui and Li Yang, were about to face their first task of delivering a letter.

Just wait a few more minutes, if everything is as usual, then dig up this grave, find old lady Liu and hand the red letter over to her.

At the same time, Yang Jian also had a little idea of his own.

To see if he could find that Coffin Nail...

If he could, then the risks and losses taken this time would be worthwhile.

Meanwhile.

Outside Fushou Garden.

This place had been completely sealed off by the members of the lingering forum.

The blockade had already reached a couple of streets away.

The sudden blockade had caused nearby traffic to come to a standstill, with many vehicles stuck on the roads, unable to move forward or back, which angered many drivers who were cursing on the streets.

"Now we're in big trouble, Fushou Garden has been sealed off, no one is allowed to enter or exit." At this very moment, on a pedestrian path, a sullen, thin man looked up towards the location of Fushou Garden, his face showing an anxious expression.

He was one of the mailmen of the Ghost Post Office.

Just like Yang Jian and the others, he was responsible for delivering this red letter.

However, since leaving the post office yesterday, he immediately took a flight to Dahai City, which could be described as relentless.

But he was still one step too late.

"Wan Xing, I thought you wouldn't come. I didn't expect you to come over out of fear," said a voice with a smile. It was Wang Shan who had previously appeared in the post office; he seemed to have just got off a taxi on the side of the road.

"But, you have offended Yang Jian. More than the failure of the letter delivery, I think the danger he poses is greater. If you want to save your life, it's best to avoid him because if he teams up with that Sun Rui and Li Yang, they're no ordinary people... Together, they can even force back the ghosts of the post office," Wang Shan said as he approached, revealing a piece of information.

Wan Xing knew that there were ghosts in the post office, but it was precisely because he knew that he felt scared.

He had not encountered the ghost in the post office himself and was not aware that Yang Jian and others actually had.

"How do you know?" Wan Xing stared intensely at Wang Shan.

He was not familiar with Wang Shan, more so with Qian Rong, but for this letter delivery task, Qian Rong seemed not to have come, not knowing whether it was out of fear or self-given up on.

Wang Shan pointed to himself and said, "Because I witnessed it with my own eyes. Hard to believe, right? There are people in this world who can compete against ghosts and even get the upper hand. Although they worked together, it was already terrifying. You must have guessed a bit when you shot at Yang Jian before."

"These kinds of people are extraordinary, possibly even more dangerous than the upstairs messengers."

Wan Xing fell silent.

Although he considered himself tough, he was simple compared to that group. Those people didn't seem human at all; they were cold, unfeeling, and whether it was Yang Jian or Sun Rui, when they took action, all he felt was deep fear.

"The blockade here is more likely than not related to those three people. Their purpose in coming to the Ghost Post Office wasn't to deliver letters, but to deal with the Ghost Post Office. If they succeed, we might be able to rid ourselves of the messenger's identity and become ordinary people again," Wang Shan remarked, then smiled, "So, it's better to honestly cling to their coattails."

"Although you have offended them, they seem to not take you seriously, too lazy even to kill you," he said.

"After all, we are not on the same level as them. This encounter is just a coincidence."

Wan Xing changed the subject and then said, "If we can't get into Fushou Garden, what if the letter delivery mission fails? I don't want to die."

"Can you even get in? With a blockade of this magnitude, not even drones can fly in. I've tried before and nearly got shot. And that's just the first line of the blockade. There are at least two more inside," said Wang Shan with a self-deprecating smile.

"Damn it," cursed Wan Xing.

Wang Shan continued, "However, the more it's like this, the more relieved I am because if Yang Jian and the others can still get in with this level of a blockade, it means that their status and capabilities are much stronger than what they have shown, and this blockade might very well be their doing."

Upon hearing this, Wan Xing grew even more silent, filled with even more regret.

It seemed he had offended a group of people he should not have offended.

While the two were conversing.

Suddenly.

For some reason, the originally bright sky quickly dimmed as if a thunderstorm was approaching and the clouds had obscured the sky, yet there were no clouds above, as if time had suddenly jumped from afternoon to evening.

The streetlights immediately lit up all around.

The sky darkened?

"What's happening?" Wang Shan looked up at the sky, frowning in confusion.

This sudden change in the heavens piqued the curiosity of many, with quite a few even taking out their phones to capture it.

Meanwhile.

In the heart of the city, atop the Mingzhu Building.

Inside an office.

Ye Zhen stood in front of the office's large floor-to-ceiling window, gazing into the distance with a slight frown, while behind him, the ending theme of an anime began to play on the large TV screen, and the cup of hot milk on the coffee table was already down to the last drop.

His afternoon tea time had come to an end.

"Such a nuisance, I only took a half-day break, and such an incident happens in the city. As expected, without the strongest me in charge, these underlings can't make it big. Well, in that case, let's go take a look," he said with a sigh, feeling indispensably important.

"Where is the manager?"

"President Ye." At that moment, the middle-aged manager hurried in.

"Go, put up the advertisements, I want the entire city's neon lights to flicker for me. Once I change clothes, I'll meet with Ghost Eye Xiao Yang and see what's going on in Fushou Garden," Ye Zhen instructed with a wave of his hand.

The manager's mouth twitched: "What's the catchphrase for this advertisement?"

Ye Zhen pondered for a moment and declared, "It needs to be powerful with substance. Okay, it's decided. The catchphrase is... 'The Strongest Strike'."

"..."

The manager gave him a strange look, remained silent for a while, and then said, "Alright, I'll make it happen."

With that, he turned and left.

Ye Zhen walked into the dressing room with a calm expression on his face.

Inside the dressing room, there weren't suits and shirts, but an assortment of bizarre costumes including magical-style armor, exclusive outfits of anime characters, custom-made capes, battle robes, and even swords and shurikens...

"I've run out of clothes to wear," Ye Zhen muttered to himself, unsure of what to wear.

In no time at all.

The buildings, billboards, and lights of the entire Dahai City suddenly all lit up, with all the neon lights twinkling; the billboards were all emblazoned with four bold characters.

"The Strongest Strike!"

Many were baffled, some even guessing which prodigal son had booked out the city's advertisements just to write these four somewhat perplexing words.

During this time, Ye Zhen had already changed his clothes.

He donned a black traditional outfit, a cloak, a hat, and a sword at his waist, looking like an ancient swordsman.

The only thing that didn't fit the picture was the double-character word on the back of his cloak.

"Justice"

"The Strongest Strike."

Ye Zhen shouted these four words in the office, then took a step and passed through the large floor-to-ceiling window, arriving in the high sky.

The chilly wind at the high altitude whipped around, making his cape flutter loudly.

"Actually, having such a boss sometimes feels pretty embarrassing." Inside the office, many who witnessed this scene couldn't help but turn their heads away.

They lamented internally.

What a top-notch spirit master, why does he have to be such a chuunibyou?

"This sky is so dark, bring some sunshine to light my way forward," Ye Zhen stretched out his finger and lightly waved at the sky.

A crack appeared in the gloomy sky.

Sunlight came pouring through that gap, exactly illuminating him.

From a distance, it looked like a winding path made of a band of sunlight, extending all the way from the top floor of the Mingzhu Building straight into the spooky and terrifying Fushou Garden.

"I walk with the sun under my feet..."

Ye Zhen nodded in satisfaction, and as he moved forward, it seemed as though the word "Justice" on his cloak shone even brighter.

"What an idiot," the manager in the office muttered under his breath, his mouth twitching hard. "So, Fang Shiming's assessment was correct. President Ye, with all his bizarre abilities, uses most of them to show off. If he spent less energy on these frivolous things, he might have already taken down Fang Shiming last time."