The strange Grave Soil can bury vengeful spirits, forcing them into slumber. Now that the Grave Soil has been dug up, it means that Feng Quan and Wei Jing are no longer constrained.

At this moment, there are only two possible outcomes for them: either they awaken successfully, or the vengeful spirits revive.

Yang Jian stood by, waiting for their stirrings, ready to act at any moment, especially toward Wei Jing, codenamed Ghost Envoy, who posed a significant threat. If there were any signs of awakening, he wouldn’t hesitate to nail him with the Coffin Nail, giving him no chance to cause chaos.

Sun Rui watched as well, curious about whether the two were alive or dead.

As time slowly passed.

Anomalies began to appear in the surroundings.

In the brightly lit hall, the light inexplicably dimmed, as if a layer of darkness was gradually taking form.

“It’s the Ghost Envoy’s Supernatural Power affecting the surroundings,” Yang Jian realized immediately.

He had dealt with the Ghost Envoy numerous times and was familiar with such supernatural forces.

And after speaking, the nearby light dimmed further, putting Yang Jian and Sun Rui as if into the night, relying only on the faint light from the lamps to see their surroundings.

“At this rate, the Ghost Domain of the Ghost Envoy will form soon. If Wei Jing’s vengeful spirit revives, it will be hard to detain him,” Sun Rui commented calmly, unfazed about his own safety as he was undying in the Ghost Post Office.

His concern was more about Dealing with the Ghost Envoy. If he escaped from the Ghost Post Office, that would be a big problem.

“Don’t worry, nothing will go wrong with me here,” Yang Jian said, his ghostly eye swiveling slowly.

The darkness around him didn’t affect him at all.

Sun Rui nodded without further comment, recognizing that if even Yang Jian couldn’t handle the Ghost Envoy in this era, then no one could.

Soon, more anomalies appeared.

In the darkness, a chill descended from all directions, a dense fog mixed with the darkness swiftly enveloped the entire hall. If not for Sun Rui sealing off the area, the fog would have spread throughout the Ghost Post Office.

“That’s Feng Quan’s Supernatural Power, the Ghost Fog. It seems not only Wei Jing’s supernatural is manifesting, but Feng Quan’s getting restless too. If they don’t awaken in three minutes, I’ll have to treat them as ghosts,” Yang Jian stated seriously.

The supernatural leaking was not a good sign.

If conscions, a living person would typically control their supernatural powers.

There’s also the chance that a ghost handler is not yet familiar with new supernatural forces.

As more time passed by.

The corpse of Wei Jing lying on the ground suddenly twitched, catching Yang Jian’s attention.

An abnormality in the corpse indicated a result was imminent.

After several more seconds.

Wei Jing did not exhibit signs of vengeful spirit revival; instead, he suddenly opened his eyes and woke up, his pupils completely black and emotionless, eerie to behold.

The next moment.

Awake, Wei Jing abruptly sat up, expressionless, appearing somewhat wooden, perhaps due to long slumber, gradually adapting to the surroundings.

“Awake now, Wei Jing?” Yang Jian inquired in a low voice, remaining vigilant.

Wei Jing’s stiff neck slowly turned towards the voice, his jet-black eyes moving slightly, mouth opening to emit a hoarse voice: “Yang Jian?”

“Looks like your consciousness is intact and not eroded by the supernatural. Earlier, I almost thought you’d succumbed to the vengeful spirit, nearly going to take you out. Do you still recall your past memories? Do you remember what happened before you fell asleep?” Yang Jian asked.

Wei Jing remained expressionless, yet plunged into contemplation.

After a while, he slowly replied: “My last memory was dealing with Zhang Xiangguang, where I suffered severe injuries, nearly dying… I don’t know what happened after that.”

“That’s good, your memories are intact.” Yang Jian nodded slightly, “You should know you’ve been asleep for over half a year, buried beneath the Grave Soil until I dug you up just now.”

“Asleep for over half a year? Has it been that long?” Wei Jing’s expressionless demeanor revealed a trace of astonishment.

Sun Rui approached, saying, “Yes, you’ve indeed been asleep for over half a year. Much has transpired, unfortunately, you’ve missed it. But it’s not too late now; this era needs you.”

Wei Jing slowly stood, collecting his supernatural forces.

The darkness swiftly receded in just two seconds, fully dissipating, and light restored.

Though light returned, fog still pervaded the surroundings.

Wei Jing also noticed the Ghost Fog, turning to see Feng Quan lying beside him.

At this moment, Feng Quan suddenly opened his eyes, awakening.

He hadn’t died either, and after over half a year of slumber, certain supernatural powers within had grown stronger.

“Wei Jing? Yang Jian?” Feng Quan’s expression showed some confusion. He, too, needed time to adjust to the new state; his consciousness muddled by the long slumber.

After all, not every ghost handler could be like Yang Jian, living within the Ghost Dream’s world, strolling dogs and jogging in leisure.

“Looks like I worried for nothing. Neither of you had issues; you’ve both come back, not succumbing to reviving vengeful spirits.” Yang Jian observed their states.

Through observation, he was certain Wei Jing and Feng Quan were in great condition, completely uncorrupted by the supernatural, as if all ghost activity within them had halted for those months.

“Take a good rest and adjust. There will be plenty you need to catch up on,” Sun Rui remarked.

After two hours of rest.

Feng Quan and Wei Jing finally recovered, gaining a basic understanding of the past half-year through Yang Jian and Sun Rui.

“So, during the encounter with the King Organization, a large group of captains perished? And due to the headquarters lacking captains, supernatural incidents spiraled out of control. We’re no longer in the era of vengeful spirit revival but have fully entered a supernatural era?” Wei Jing’s naturally dark visage grew grimmer upon hearing the news.

“I can’t believe it, Li Jun’s dead, Lin Bei’s dead, Lu Zhiwen’s dead, Wang Chaling as well… even Liu San has gone missing.” Feng Quan couldn’t quite fathom it.

All those powerful captains gone after a single awakening.

Yang Jian said, “In terms of overt captains, there’s only me, along with He Yuelian, the handler of the Ghost Painting, as well as He Yiner and Li Leping, merely four of us remain. This is insufficient to maintain stability. Without solutions, the situation degrades further.”

“Otherwise, I wouldn’t have anxiously dug you up from the Grave Soil, a risky move as any mishaps could have killed you both.”

Wei Jing quickly interjected, “Perhaps you should have dug me up before facing the King Organization; several captains could’ve been spared.”

He felt some remorse.

If he’d been involved, perhaps Li Jun wouldn’t have died, and more lives could’ve been saved.

“Yang Jian, with the situation worsening, how is Dachang City faring?” Feng Quan suddenly asked.

He worried about his family and friends there.

Yang Jian responded, “It’s dire, Huang Ziya, Wang Yong, Li Yang couldn’t hold on, almost reviving vengeful spirits. They finally had to seal themselves; only Tong Qian persevering there. That brat’s fine, having become an anomaly and won’t revive soon.”

“The situation is ominous,” Feng Quan’s heart skipped.

If Yang Jian couldn’t prevent Dachang City from descending into chaos, other places could be imagined.

“No time to idle here now, I need to leave,” Wei Jing promptly declared.

“Where are you going?” Sun Rui inquired.

Wei Jing replied, “I must report to headquarters, resume work. This era needs me, I can’t let it down.”

Without lingering in the Ghost Post Office, he decisively departed.

Sun Rui didn’t stop him.

“What should I do next?” Feng Quan paused before asking.

“Return to Dachang City, help Tong Qian ease the burden; perhaps this can extend management to other cities, protecting more civilians,” Yang Jian suggested.

“Alright,” Feng Quan promptly agreed.

Before he left, he asked, “Yang Jian, what about you? What’s your next move?”

“I don’t know, I’m still thinking,” Yang Jian replied.

“Then, whatever it is, it must be important, and I won’t burden you. Rest assured about Dachang City, nothing will go wrong once I’m there,” Feng Quan assured.

“That’s reassuring,” Yang Jian responded.

Soon, Feng Quan exited the Ghost Post Office as well.

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