Mysterious Revival-Chapter 727 - 694: Strange Things

Messenger?

From this person’s words, Yang Jian gleaned a rather crucial piece of information.

However, just from the name "messenger," one could tell it was a profession that had been phased out.

It must have been a popular job twenty or thirty, or even thirty to forty years ago, but now with societal development, the role of messenger had evolved into courier and gradually vanished from sight.

"Regardless of whether I can read that letter or not, I’m interested in that thing, I need to take a look. If there’s nothing wrong, I’ll return it to you," Yang Jian said.

Li Yue shook his head; "Though I’m not sure if you are Yang Jian or not, we cannot afford to lose this letter, otherwise, we will die very miserably. I’ve already shown great sincerity by bringing it out for you temporarily. I hope you won’t make this difficult for us."

"You’ve been digging around suspiciously in the woods by my house, I haven’t made things difficult for you, which is already quite generous on my part. Just based on the fact that just now, the person beside you pointed a gun at me, I have every reason to kill all of you right here." Yang Jian’s face suddenly turned cold, his eyes indifferent and void of emotion.

At his words, the few people beside Li Yue immediately became alert. They watched Yang Jian intently, seemingly ready to counterattack at any moment.

Yang Jian glanced at them, "You’re not even ghost tamers, you wouldn’t survive a casual attack from me. Being nervous is pointless; you’d better change your attitude and think about how to prevent me from taking action rather than stupidly provoking me."

Is this guy really Yang Jian?

Li Yue’s eyes flickered slightly, and he began to grow more convinced in his heart that this man might indeed be Dachang City’s person in charge, Yang Jian.

The timing seemed to match. After all, with the New Year approaching, Yang Jian returning to his home village was conceivable, and more importantly, the attitude that this man expressed through his speech and demeanor.

He simply didn’t regard human life as anything, treating his few companions like mere ants that he could easily crush to death.

Life indifference? No, it should be said devoid of emotion.

This was a characteristic of ghost tamers.

"Heh, hehe."

Li Yue laughed, his expression turning sober as he scratched his head apologetically: "I’m really sorry, I didn’t know that the woods were your family’s. I was just following the address to deliver this letter, not trying to steal anything. As soon as this matter is done, we’ll restore everything here to the way it was, then leave quietly."

"We also don’t know what’s inside the box that was dug up."

"Give me the letter," Yang Jian reached out his hand, "This is the second time I’m saying it."

Li Yue showed a troubled expression; "Yang Jian, this letter is really of no use to you, on the contrary, if we lose it, something very unfortunate will happen, it’s not that we don’t want to give it to you, but that we don’t want to lose the letter and die."

"Lose the letter and something unfortunate will happen? Tell me about it," Yang Jian asked, "I’m a bit curious."

"A ghost will attack us," a man beside him said in a low voice. "Such an attack is almost certainly fatal. Of course, there are a few messengers who, after losing a letter or failing to deliver one, have successfully evaded an attack from a fierce ghost. But the next attack... the terror multiplies."

"Oh, it sounds like you’re under a curse from a fierce ghost, working for some strange things," Yang Jian became immediately serious.

He thought of a ghost.

The mastermind behind the Hungry Ghost incident in Dachang City, Zhao Kaiming, who was working for the ghost, had made a mess of things, nearly killing him, and had nearly caused the death of everyone in Dachang City.

Working for a ghost, no matter the process, the outcome was tremendously horrifying.

With this thought, Yang Jian immediately harbored a killing intent, rather than just trying to scare these people as he had before.

"You could say that. We don’t know exactly what thing we’re working for; we only know that when the letter arrives, we have to deliver it. The places we deliver to are very weird and dangerous, with a high death rate. But there’s no shortage of newcomers joining too. I’m afraid you don’t know that two months ago, I was also a completely uninformed newcomer," Li Yue said, and his mood didn’t seem to improve as he spoke of this matter.

At this moment, Yang Jian was already stepping closer; "I don’t care whether you are cursed and being coerced, or if there’s some other compelling reason for your actions, I know you’re being controlled by some ghostly thing, and what you’re doing is likely to cause inconceivable danger outside."

"What do you want to do?" the man who had previously carried the gun suddenly warned.

"I don’t want to do anything, just simply wish to take a look at your letter, and by the way, slaughter all of you, so you don’t become a future scourge. I’ve encountered some people similar to you before. To survive, you people dare to do anything, to some extent, even crazier than me," Yang Jian said coldly, as he slowly removed his left glove.

A blackish, icy-cold, rigid palm was revealed.

"What a joke, who said anything about slaughtering us just like that? I’ve put up with you for a long time, don’t be too arrogant. Who knows if you’re really Yang Jian, even if you are, we are not entirely without means to fight back against your kind, and in desperation, we could still take a bite out of you," the somewhat gaunt man raised the gun in his hand, again gritting his teeth, his expression vicious as he aimed it at Yang Jian.

"You talk too much, so I might as well get rid of you first," Yang Jian said expressionlessly as he walked straight toward the man.

He completely ignored the threat of the gun pointed at him.

To him now, such a thing was already useless.

"This is bad," Li Yue’s face changed dramatically in an instant.

He never expected Yang Jian to be so decisive, coming up to kill his people without leaving any room for discussion or negotiation, overpowering to the point of suffocation.

But he didn’t even have time to try to talk things out.

The conflict erupted.

"Bang!"

Under immense pressure, a gunshot rang out. The man holding the weapon clenched his teeth and made the first move—he didn’t dare gamble on Yang Jian making the first move because if Yang Jian really was the leader of Dachang City, the moment he took action, he would definitely die horribly.

Surprisingly,

this shot should not have affected Yang Jian at all, but his chest bizarrely sported a fresh wound.

The skin and flesh were torn apart.

A ghastly pale section, like a piece of bone, appeared within the wound.

The gun didn’t fire bullets, but rather a segment of human bone, more precisely, a small piece of finger bone.

Although the power of the firearm wasn’t significant, the fact that it fired a finger bone—seemingly carrying a sort of supernatural power—allowed it to momentarily repel malevolent spirits.

This wasn’t a paranormal object but rather an ingenious modification technique.

Somehow making use of bizarre items, turning them into weapons.

It was crude, but it was indeed effective.

"Is this your means of combating supernatural forces? Just a small piece of a dead person’s bone?" Yang Jian said, still expressionless, as he pulled out the piece of finger bone and crushed it with force.

The bone shattered.

The lingering supernatural power wasn’t enough to contend with him.

Moreover, the wound on Yang Jian’s chest was healing rapidly; a cold, dark shadow was stitching up the damaged area as if a ghastly spirit lurked under his ribcage, mending his wound for him.

"What?"

This scene seemed to shock the group of people immensely; they widened their eyes, feeling an indescribable horror.

The shot that could momentarily repel malevolent spirits seemed to pose no obstacle to Yang Jian. Though a wound appeared, everyone could see it was inconsequential.

The person who fired the shot was also momentarily stunned.

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He even doubted whether he had actually hit Yang Jian.

But his brief hesitation had already started to bring about the consequences of taking the initiative to attack.

An icy, darkened hand appeared on his shoulder as if someone reached out from behind to pat him.

His body shuddered, and he turned his head instinctively,

only to hear the sound of a snapping neck reverberating; the gunman’s eyes popped wide open as he died on the spot.

"A bit of a trick, but it’s not much use. Against a real ghost, you’d still die without putting up any fight. The curse you’re under hasn’t protected your safety after all. Seems like this messenger role isn’t all that great," Yang Jian said coldly.

Killing one was just a test.

To see if they had any other tricks that they hadn’t used, but it seemed there weren’t any. The only thing this man had that could save his life was that old-fashioned pistol.

The gun that could use finger bones as bullets.

However, it seemed the number of bullets was not ample. Such special, odd items definitely couldn’t be mass-produced; they could only create one or two pieces on a small scale.