Mysterious Revival Chapter 1022 – 988: The Problematic Room - Novel Cool

Mysterious Revival Chapter 1022 – 988: The Problematic Room

Yang Jian and Li Yang smoothly arrived at the fifth floor of the post office.

The fifth floor was somewhat different from the previous first to fourth floors. Since it was the last floor, there was nothing else above it, just a roof without windows, under which was a hall. Surrounding the hall were seven rooms, identical to those on the lower floors.

501…502… and so on.

The hall was empty at the moment, dim and oppressive, with only faint yellow light glowing.

Fifth Floor Messengers rarely gathered together because their mail delivery tasks had long intervals of a year between letters, leading to most of the time the fifth floor being vacant, rarely seeing other Fifth Floor Messengers.

Yang Jian was not on a mail delivery task when he arrived on the fifth floor; he entered the fifth floor by burning letter paper, so he couldn't chance upon another Fifth Floor Messenger on task.

As for Leuk Qingqing, it's likely she won't enter the fifth floor temporarily unless her mail delivery task arises, then it's possible for her to appear on the fifth floor.

“Not a single person here, the Fifth Floor Messengers surely wouldn't linger for long on this floor. Moreover, due to the special nature of their identity, it's estimated that Fifth Floor Messengers would hide their identities and live outside. Catching a Fifth Floor Messenger to gain information from them would probably not be easy.”

Li Yang looked around and said.

No matter which floor of the post office one enters, gathering intelligence and information is the most crucial.

Yang Jian and Li Yang, coming to the post office's fifth floor for the first time, knew the best way to quickly obtain information was to target the Messengers.

In previous instances, whether on the third or fourth floor, they encountered Messengers, but this time they were unlucky not to meet a Fifth Floor Messenger.

“No hurry, let's look around.”

Yang Jian held a cracked long spear solemnly, grasped a glass bottle with one hand, then walked into the fifth-floor hall.

Li Yang also held the glass bottle containing the Dead Man's Head and followed.

They hadn't walked many steps when the old wooden door behind them suddenly slammed shut with a bang.

As soon as the door closed, Yang Jian immediately sensed that something was off.

The surrounding yellowish light flickered, an indescribable supernatural power interfered with everything around, and their perception became blurred for a moment.

Yet this influence vanished as quickly as it came.

As if it were all a hallucination, the next moment everything returned to normal, the surrounding lights stopped flickering, and the strong supernatural interference vanished.

Yang Jian frowned.

Despite the occurrence being brief, he could confirm he had indeed experienced some supernatural interference, which targeted not individuals but the surrounding environment.

At that moment, it seemed they entered a deeper supernatural space, not the actual fifth floor.

After all, the post office's fifth floor was merely a name. Here could be called the fifth floor, and a supernatural space could also be called the fifth floor. At that moment, Yang Jian even doubted if he was still inside the post office, wondering if the fifth floor could be another supernatural place with the post office staircase as a connection to supernatural places.

This thought briefly appeared in his mind before Yang Jian was distracted by something on the hall's walls.

Oil paintings.

The first floor hall of the post office had series of oil paintings, and the fifth floor hall's walls were also filled with oil paintings.

All the oil paintings seemed to originate from one individual's hand, sharing a common style — dark, oppressive. They were clearly normal landscape paintings yet emitted a sinister, eerie feel. However, landscape paintings were few here; most were portraits with varying degrees of newness and differences in attire, ornaments.

Some portraits' attire styles resembled the seventies to eighties, some had modern styles, and others seemed even older, wearing long gowns likely from the Republic of China Period.

Portraits included men, women, elderly, and youths, beautiful women, and vicious people, with varied appearances and expressions.

With such a multitude of portraits displaying varying quality and styles, they obviously couldn't have been painted out of thin air but created with live people as references.

Yang Jian approached one portrait, touched it, then sniffed it.

A familiar scent.

“The scent is the same as the one from the Ghost Cabinet, just like our previous assumptions — the Ghost Cabinet originates from the post office,” he thought, “and very likely is a lost painting from the fifth floor of the post office.”

He scanned these portraits.

Imagining if the Ghost Cabinet were here and hung among these, would it appear particularly incongruous?

The answer was clear.

Not at all incongruous; the artistic style and form of the Ghost Cabinet were identical to these paintings, and since the Ghost Cabinet was also a portrait, hanging it here would be akin to returning it to its rightful place.

“Captain, these paintings look quite unusual, giving off an uneasy feeling, as if they're connected to some supernatural powers.” Li Yang frowned, having also seen the Ghost Cabinet, his worry was amplified.

“At least there won't be any danger for now; the time hasn't reached six yet, the post office hasn't turned off the lights, and even if there were a ghost, it wouldn't be active yet.” Yang Jian checked the time.

It's now five-thirty.

Half an hour left till six. Before then, just staying in a room would suffice since the post office rooms are safe.

They continued to observe.

Suddenly.

Li Yang called, “Captain, come and take a look at this painting, doesn't it resemble you?”

“What?”

Yang Jian quickly redirected his gaze, heading toward Li Yang.

Li Yang, staring at a painting on the wall, appeared somewhat baffled, pointing at it.

Indeed, it was shocking because the portrait depicted a man in an old suit standing on a road, with a barely visible village behind him, and the man's appearance had an uncanny resemblance to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's expression instantly turned grim as he recognized the painting.

“This is not me.”

“If it's not you, then who is it…” Li Yang asked in surprise.

Yang Jian replied, “It's my father; it's a portrait of my father. I recognize the road in the painting, it's the road leading into my hometown, and the village in the background is my hometown. Though painted ambiguously, I can still identify it.”

He furrowed his brow.

Why did his father's portrait appear here? Had his father entered the post office's fifth floor before?

“It seems it's not just my father's portrait here.”

Suddenly, Yang Jian noticed another portrait beside his father's. It was of a young woman in a blue floral dress, with a braid, appearing very youthful, likely under twenty. Her background was architecture from the Republic of China Period, indicating she also belonged to that era.

He recognized the woman as his father's cousin, her appearance unmistakable, because this woman still lived in his hometown.

“Now this gets interesting; the woman in the portrait is from the Republic of China Period, Yang Yuanyuan in the archives is from the eighties and drowned, and there's still a woman identical to her alive.”

“Republic of China Period, forty years ago, now — three periods, three identities, one appearance; she's like someone who's lived three lives. I now understand why my father left such a unique person in our hometown; she evidently harbors great secrets, entangled with many things.”

Yang Jian pondered.

He felt his father had significant connections with this woman during his life, but all these old stories were buried with his father's death.

Yet now was not the time to dwell on these matters.

Though Yang Jian found his father's portrait here, it held no real significance beyond speculating his father may have visited the fifth floor in the past, nothing more.

“Let's find a room to rest. After tonight, we'll continue investigating the conditions of the post office's fifth floor.” Yang Jian suggested, ceasing his study of the portraits.

Though aware of the portraits' eeriness, his primary objective was the post office itself, not these unrelated portraits.

Li Yang nodded.

The two decided to first find a room to stay for the night, arriving at Room 501.

The door was locked, unable to be opened.

“Captain, the door won't open.” Li Yang lowered his voice and said, “I'll try the other doors.”

He sensed something was wrong and quickly headed to room 502, but the result was obvious, the second room's door wouldn't open either.

Then he tried room 503 and 504, but ultimately every room was locked and couldn't be opened.

“All the rooms are locked. Is this place so unfriendly to messengers?” Yang Jian said, “Did you use supernatural power?”

“It didn't work either.” Li Yang tried using the Ghost Door Blocker power to interfere with the entire room.

But soon, the door in front of him shook violently twice, directly bouncing Li Yang away. A stronger supernatural power blocked his influence.

The Ghost Door Blocker failed.

“Using supernatural power couldn't open any of the doors. What's going on with the fifth floor? Or are all the rooms occupied, with doors locked from inside?” Yang Jian squinted his eyes and raised the cracked spear in his hand.

He had a vague suspicion.

Immediately.

He swung the Firewood Knife at the door of room 501 without hesitation.

The Firewood Knife was usually dull, but when it touched the supernatural, it became exceptionally sharp, easily dismembering spirits and fierce ghosts. Previously, he had smashed the Ghost Cabinet with the Firewood Knife.

The next moment.

The door was instantly split open with a cut.

The lights were still on, but the room should have been pitch black. However, once the cut was made, a light emerged from inside. It wasn't from a light bulb but a candle. No, accurately, it was from an oil lamp, faint and wobbly, indistinct, making it hard to tell if there was anyone inside or not.

“It seems it wasn't a matter of being unable to open; it was a matter of not having the right means.” Yang Jian said.

His methods were somewhat violent, and he intended to lift the Firewood Knife to split the door open again, but at the next moment, a slight cough came from inside.

“Cough, cough, a new messenger?”

A voice came from the room, weak and seemingly unhealthy, but Yang Jian didn't see anyone inside through the doorway crack.

“You just arrived on this floor, and you're trying to destroy the doors? Do you want to get everyone killed? Didn't the experiences from the first to the fourth floor teach you the rules here?” Though weak, the voice revealed a hint of dissatisfaction.

After all, no one would be pleased if their door was smashed while they were peacefully staying here.

“I thought there were no messengers on the fifth floor, but it turns out there actually are. That's good news.” Hearing this, Yang Jian was not apprehensive; instead, he seemed delighted.

Without a word, he intended to rush in and pull out the messenger.

However, the next moment.

Creaaaak!

The door of the neighboring room 502 suddenly opened, and a man in his fifties, appearing somewhat aged, quickly walked out, with a grim expression, saying, “Don't enter room 501, open your eyes wide and see clearly if there's really someone in that room.”

Yang Jian's expression tightened, and he halted his steps to look at the man who suddenly appeared, “Are you also a messenger on the fifth floor?”

“I don't want to see young people like you dying needlessly on the fifth floor, and I noticed you stopped in front of that portrait just now. Unexpectedly, you look almost identical to him in the portrait. If it weren't for this reason, I wouldn't have opened this door.”

Yang Jian frowned and scrutinized the man.

“It's normal to be suspicious of me, but I have to tell you one fact: there's no one in room 501. It's a deadly room, and once you enter, it's unlikely you'll come out alive.” The man in his fifties said cautiously.

Yang Jian glanced at room 501.

He peered through the crack with his ghostly eyes.

Inside, the oil lamp still flickered, but no one could be seen, yet the voice continued, “Get out of here, don't disturb me further, or I won't let you go.”

It seemed someone truly resented Yang Jian, issuing a warning.

But in reality, there was no one inside, making the situation extremely bizarre.

Yang Jian almost got lured in by the voice, nearly rushing in.

“The other rooms probably won't open their doors for you. Stay in my room for the night. Anyway, I have some things to ask you. I've been here too long, and I've lost clarity on many things.”

The man in his fifties waved his hand, signaling Yang Jian to enter, then turned and walked back into the room alone.

Li Yang looked at Yang Jian, “Captain, what should we do now?”

Yang Jian's expression shifted slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he said, “Let's stay in room 502 for now. We can try to gather some information from that person about this place. This room does seem a bit sketchy, so let's avoid it for now.”

Li Yang nodded in agreement.

The two turned and headed towards room 502.

But just as they were about to enter the room, the weak voice from room 501 suddenly arose again, “Oh, interesting, you barely reached the fifth floor, and your alertness is this low? Room 502 has always been vacant, and you're actually entering it? It's said there was a fierce ghost locked up there. I just heard the door open; the ghost likely got out.”

“However, the fifth floor of the post office is unique. The ghost is confined in the room, unable to leave the door, so it can only lure people inside.”

Yang Jian shuddered upon hearing this, stopping abruptly as he looked at room 502 ahead.

It was pitch black.

The man in his fifties was walking forward with his back to Yang Jian and Li Yang, seemingly with no intention of turning back.

Li Yang was also startled into a cold sweat.

Because the voice from room 501 was right, the person from room 502 indeed hadn't stepped out of the room, only greeting them from the doorway.

So was the person from room 502 really a fierce ghost confined in the room?

The man in his fifties then turned around in the dark room and said, “Don't believe the voice from room 501. That ghost thing talks nonsense every day. No one knows where the voice originates from. Some speculate it's a supernatural item, others think the room itself haunts the fierce ghost, and some suspect a former messenger didn't die but was trapped inside for some reason.”

“Time is short, the lights will go out soon. If you don't want to die outside, get inside quickly. I won't keep the door open for you forever. If you doubt me, I'll immediately shut the door and won't care about your life or death anymore.”

“Captain, who should we trust? Both sides seem a bit odd.” Li Yang couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Is the situation on the fifth floor of the post office really so perilous?

They had just arrived and had already encountered a fierce ghost.

And the ghost was right inside the room.

“Although I don't know the rules of the fifth floor, I believe it's unlikely that each room could be so different. Some rooms can house people while others house ghosts. However, there's also the possibility that some rooms are invaded by supernatural forces…”

Yang Jian furrowed his brow deeply.

The two rooms had people accusing the other of having problems.

The voice from room 501 accused the person in room 502 of being a ghost.

The person in room 502 said the voice from room 501 was a supernatural occurrence, that the room had long been empty and entering would likely mean not coming out.

In any case, the only certain thing is, one of the rooms definitely has a problem.

If there weren't a problem, they wouldn't be accusing each other of it.

Of course, there's also the possibility that both rooms have issues.

“Don't enter either room, find a third option.” Yang Jian hesitated, not wanting to take this gamble.

Avoiding the gamble means not losing.

At this moment, Wang Chaling's advice proved right.

Yang Jian and Li Yang turned around, trying to open doors to other rooms.

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