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

He then realized that what he was standing on was not a boat at all, but icy river water, and a chill crept up his body.

This feeling was familiar to him, as if he had experienced it not long ago.

The original corpse gripped his hand tightly, pulling him down into the river.

No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from the corpse's grasp.

"Am I going to die? What should I do!" The anxiety in her heart brought her no solutions.

His body was still sinking. When the river water reached his chest, the sinking speed slowed down slightly, but this only reduced the speed at which he sank.

His entire body quickly disappeared into the river.

The surrounding river water rushed into his nose and mouth, but he spat it out again.

His body was sinking rapidly, and he didn't touch the bottom for a long time.

He struggled throughout the process, but to no avail; his body sank and his consciousness became blurred.

This situation continued for a long time until he was exhausted, his hands and feet gradually stopped struggling, and his face gradually turned bluish-black.

Is he dead?

seems like it.

However, he saw a glimmer of light before he died, but he didn't understand what it was.

……

The river calmed down, and a small boat reappeared. The old man was still salvaging something, while Li Maolin squatted on the boat, trembling.

This was his first time wading through water, and the icy cold river water made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Maolin, come help me pull it up; this time the current is a bit heavy," the old man said.

"Okay." Li Maolin walked towards the other end of the boat.

The small boat began to tilt to one side due to the change in weight, which was normal, and Li Maolin paid no attention to it.

The two men worked together to pull the body to the side of the boat, only to discover that the leather bag tied under the body's armpit was torn.

Li Maolin looked at the corpse's face, and it seemed somewhat familiar. However, due to the advanced state of decomposition, he couldn't tell who it was at all.

"Perhaps, it's someone I know?" Li Maolin muttered to himself.

"This time, one of the leather bags was torn; no wonder the body hasn't surfaced," the old man said.

"Grandpa, you seem to have said that before," Li Maolin asked curiously.

"What are you doing? Pull the body up here! And look at what you've tied up..." the old man glared at him and said.

Li Maolin stood there, stunned. He felt that he had experienced all of this, and he even knew the second half of what his grandfather wanted to say.

"...Didn't I teach you the rules of tying your hands with a slipknot and your waist with a knotted knot? Look at what you've tied!" Li Maolin muttered, while his grandfather was saying the same thing.

When Grandpa saw him trying to talk, he said somewhat angrily, "You brat, I'll deal with you when we get back. The weather isn't good; it might rain. Get up quickly."

"Okay." Li Maolin also felt strange, wondering why all of this felt like something he had experienced before.

He walked to the body, grabbed the rope binding him, and pulled hard. The body wasn't as heavy as he had imagined, and he easily dragged it onto the boat.

"This corpse, will it start talking any second?" Li Maolin muttered, looking at the somewhat swollen corpse. The corpse's face seemed to be rotting even more, and it was no longer recognizable as anyone else.

"That must have been my imagination. I've never seen this family that retrieved the body before," Li Maolin thought to himself.

The next moment, the silent corpse suddenly grabbed his hand.

"Help me."

……

The river water was icy cold. Li Maolin gave up struggling; he died again…

A small boat was floating on the river. Li Maolin squatted at one end, shivering. He was so cold; he hadn't felt this cold when he went into the water.

"Maolin, come help me pull it up; this time the current is a bit heavy," the old man said.

Here we go again, that familiar feeling again.

Li Maolin covered his head; his head hurt terribly, as if it were about to split open.

"What are you doing? Didn't you hear what I said?" Grandpa continued, his tone somewhat angry.

"No, I can't go, I'll die!" Li Maolin shook his head, feeling something in his head.

The environment suddenly changed the next moment.

He didn't know when he had pulled the body up.

The next moment, the corpse grabbed his hand...

He died again.

He squatted by the boat again, this time intending to do nothing.

And that familiar feeling seemed to be constantly chasing after him.

"What on earth is going on! If I do nothing, nothing will happen, right?!" Li Maolin said through gritted teeth.

But things weren't as simple as he thought.

In a flash, he realized he had already pulled the body up.

Ok.

He died again.

But he came back to life again and again, experiencing the same thing over and over again... ten times, twenty times... At first, he could still remember how many times he died, until he became numb and forgot how many times he died. This place was like a hell, making him keep going through the process of dying.

But before he died, he could see the fire growing ever brighter...

Once again crouching at the bow of the boat, Li Maolin's eyes were empty and numb. He wasn't dead, he was just numb.

The numbness of death had extinguished his fear of vengeful ghosts; now, all he wanted was to find the source of it all and say: "Fuck it!"

Before his grandfather could even speak, he leaped into the water.

Splash! Water splashed up, and the river returned to calm.

The river was icy cold, but it did not hinder his movements in the slightest. Countless deaths had made him accustomed to the cold. He wanted to find that fire, and he wanted to burn the corpse that had caused him to die countless times.

The water was murky, as if it had been used to soak countless corpses; there were even strands of hair and fingernails in it.

Visibility was poor, and he didn't know where he was swimming. Only his countless deaths had made him remember the direction of the fire.

As time passed, the icy river water gradually stiffened Li Maolin's body, and he knew he was going to die again.

Still can't do it?

The next moment, a corpse suddenly hugged him. He recognized it; it was the body he was trying to retrieve. It was still tied with rope. Even at this moment, the corpse hadn't forgotten to kill him.

He wasn't angry, he was just insane. He started grabbing the corpse and trying to tear it apart. He tore the corpse's hands apart, exposing the bones, but those hands still held him as he sank to the bottom of the river.

Li Maolin tore off his fingernail, and the flowing blood stained the murky river water crimson.

This time he made it to the bottom of the water alive.

He saw it just a second before he was about to lose consciousness.

Countless corpses stood at the bottom of the river, all surrounding a dark red flame that was burning normally underwater.

"Are these all versions of myself that have died?"

He died without ever touching the fire.

Beside the small boat.

Li Maolin's eyes were deep, as if he had forgotten something important.

The corpses he saw at the bottom of the river earlier had sallow complexions, as if they were terminally ill people. Were these people really him?

A flood of memories suddenly rushed into Li Maolin's mind, but in those memories, he wasn't called Li Maolin.

"Who am I?!" he roared in anguish.

The river surface rippled, as if someone had stirred up the entire river.

At this moment, corpses emerged from the water, standing upright as if walking in the water.

"Sun Rui... I'm Sun Rui!"

Looking at these familiar faces, he finally remembered who he was.

He is Sun Rui, the person in charge of Dahan City.

The next moment, a huge fire rose from the river, and wherever the flames passed, dark blue smoke rose.

The lower halves of all the corpses in the river were engulfed in flames, their intense color resembling dripping blood.

"I made it through!" Sun Rui said calmly.

At this moment, he sensed the evil spirit within him, no longer as quiet as before, as if it would kill him at any moment.