Mysterious Resurrection: Becoming a God Starting from a Ghost Post Office

"I must find a way to control the second ghost within this month!" Sun Rui put the photo and note into the golden briefcase. He was not comfortable keeping the things the ghost cabinet had given him close to him all the time.

After leaving the old house, Sun Rui hailed a taxi on the roadside. He hadn't opened the letter yet. If he went directly into the post office, he would end up on the second floor of the old house, which would be disadvantageous for his actions.

But as soon as he got into the car, he saw a person in the taxi's rearview mirror. That person was wearing the uniform of the International Ghost Riders organization.

Zhao Kaiming!

Sun Rui had been reviewing the Ghost Tamer files at headquarters these past few days, and Zhao Kaiming's photo was on them; he recognized him immediately.

However, at this time, Zhao Kaiming was not yet using crutches, and his legs were intact, so it seems that Yang Jian had not yet left Huanggang Village.

As the car drove further and further away, Zhao Kaiming remained still, simply watching it disappear into the distance.

"Is he treating me as a potential troublemaker?" Sun Rui pondered the reason why Zhao Kaiming had come here.

A terrible crisis is brewing in Dachang City. If a ghost tamer like him, who only controls one ghost, gets involved, he won't even make a ripple.

Around 5 p.m., Sun Rui reappeared downstairs at the Donghan Building. After returning to his office and putting his briefcase away, there was a knock on the office door.

"Please come in."

His assistant, Wang Guohai, walked in, holding a report in his hand. He was a middle-aged man in his early thirties, with a face full of shrewdness and competence.

"Mr. Sun, this is the report from the police station today. There have been people going missing recently, and we suspect it might be a paranormal event," Wang Guohai said, placing the report on his desk.

He didn't ask where Sun Rui had gone; as an assistant, all he needed to do was his job.

"I understand," Sun Rui said coldly, glancing at him briefly.

There is no pattern to the disappearances of people. Some people reappear after disappearing, while others have intermittent contact with their families and can appear all over the country. This must be the Ghost Post Office selecting messengers.

Wang Guohai then reported to Sun Rui on the situation in Dahan City today, noting that no other events suspected to be caused by supernatural phenomena had occurred.

After Wang Guohai left, Sun Rui calmly took out the yellow letter, then casually tore it open. There was nothing inside. He knew that this letter was just a token for becoming a messenger of the Ghost Post Office.

A short while later, a winding path appeared in his office. At the end of the path was a five- or six-story building with an old exterior, covered in moss, giving it a cold and gloomy feel.

The neon lights around the signboard at the entrance were flashing, illuminating three large characters: Ghost Post Office.

Looking at the Republican-era building in front of him, Sun Rui put everything he needed to take into the gold body bag and walked onto the path without hesitation.

Upon arriving at the Ghost Post Office, Sun Rui glanced around. There were seven rooms on the first floor, numbered from 11 to 17. The wooden doors looked somewhat old, as if the owner of the place was out of touch with the times.

Looking up, you see a structure similar to a courtyard, indicating that the Ghost Post Office has five floors, but there are no stairs inside.

To go upstairs, you can only complete mail delivery tasks. You can go up one floor after delivering three mails. Of course, you can also steal someone else's third mail. After completing the task, you can go upstairs directly.

However, Sun Rui had no such plan. He was not in good condition, and it would be very difficult for him to directly undertake the third delivery mission.

Just as he was observing the surroundings, the door to room number 13 opened, and a man and a woman walked out.

The man looked to be in his early thirties, with heavy dark circles under his eyes and a stubble beard. The woman was wearing a flight attendant uniform, which accentuated her curves, and her hair was somewhat messy.

"Oh, a new face? Another short-lived ghost." The man sneered when he noticed the newcomer, who was naturally referring to Sun Rui.

"Brother Lin, I want more!" the woman beside him said, nestled in the man's arms.

Sun Rui stared blankly at the two people in front of him. He didn't really want to pay them any attention. The post office would soon turn off its lights, and if he didn't go into the room after the lights went out, he would be killed by the wandering ghosts.

"Brother Lin is talking to you, didn't you hear me?" the woman said.

"Kid, what are you holding in your hand? Let me see, and I might consider explaining the rules here to you. Otherwise, you probably won't survive the night!" said the man surnamed Lin.

"Okay." Sun Rui's lips curled up slightly; he was just worried about not being able to find a safe room.

Sun Rui pointed the specially made gold pistol directly at his head.

"Want more?" He gave a dangerous smile.

"Tch, you think a toy gun can scare me? Go ahead and shoot." The man clearly didn't believe him; he had bought an identical one for his child before.

Making things difficult for Sun Rui was just an attempt to squeeze some money out of this newcomer. Who knows if he'll even survive the next mission? As for the rules, that's up to the newcomer's whims.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, and a bloody hole appeared on the man's forehead. The woman screamed in terror at the sight.

"Murder! Murder!"

"I have the right to kill someone who threatens the city's leader," Sun Rui said calmly, seemingly without any remorse for killing him.

This shot immediately disrupted the previously peaceful post office.

People came out of rooms 11, 12, 15, and 17 to see what had happened.

"Friend, you shouldn't do this. We're all in the same boat," said the man in room 12.

Sun Rui ignored him and went forward to search the man's body.

"I didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain," Sun Rui muttered, holding three pieces of black paper in his hand. These pieces, once lit, could be used to return to the Ghost Post Office at any time.

"You!" The man in room 12 was furious when he saw that Sun Rui was completely ignoring him.

"If I'm not mistaken, you were eavesdropping on our conversation from the very beginning. Why didn't you come out and stop us?" Sun Rui sneered.

Such people always stand on a moral high ground to criticize others, but in reality, their own character is shockingly low. If it were Sun Rui who had died, this person would probably come out and try to get a share of the blame.

Ignoring the strange looks from others, I figured these people wouldn't survive more than a few delivery missions anyway.

Sun Rui chose room number 13. The other two rooms were not within his selection range, as no one living there meant there was a risk.

After closing the door, Sun Rui inspected the room's furnishings. They were all from the Republican era, and there was always a faint smell of decay in the room.

Although it was very faint, Sun Rui still managed to smell it.

"Phew! Now I just have to wait for my first delivery mission tomorrow." Sun Rui let out a breath.

Now that we're inside the Ghost Post Office, the resurgence of the illness within me seems to have been suppressed a little, though not much, but better than nothing.

It was six o'clock, and the faint sounds outside completely disappeared.

……

The next morning at six o'clock.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The satellite phone's timer went off, and Sun Rui, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them. He had only slept for three hours. As soon as he fell asleep, the illness inside him began to stir, and he could only rest intermittently.

Sun Rui looked at the bedside table next to him; there were no letters on it.

"A group delivery mission?" Upon seeing this, he immediately understood. If the letter wasn't inside the room, it was on the counter outside, which meant that all the messengers on the first floor would be delivering it.

Sun Rui went outside and saw everyone gathered around the counter, on which was a yellow letter.

Hearing the commotion, everyone looked at him, after all, they had witnessed Sun Rui's methods yesterday.

"What should we do? It seems this is a group delivery mission," the man in room 12 said, completely ignoring Sun Rui and offering no explanation.

Sun Rui ignored him and went straight up to pick up the letter. No one stopped him. Judging from Sun Rui's behavior yesterday, he didn't seem like a newcomer. Of course, the main reason was that he had a gun.

After Sun Rui picked up the yellow letter, bloody writing appeared on the surface of the cabinet:

[Delivered to Liu Family Funeral Hall in Shuanggui Village, suburbs of Dachang City, within two days]