Even though there was something strange in Room 502, Yang Jian could not hold back and tried to split the door of this room.

The door cannot stop the attack of the hatchet.

This is a huge advantage for Yang Jian, which means that he can force himself to enter any room on the fifth floor of the post office.

soon.

The door of Room 502 was split open.

The wooden door was mostly cracked and could not even be closed. If nothing unexpected happens, this room will be considered to be abandoned in the future. Because there is no protection of the door, the room is easily invaded by supernatural beings in the post office.

But even though the door was damaged to such an extent, Yang Jian reached out to open the door, and the wooden door didn't move at all, as if it was stuck.

Something is still interfering.

It was a last resort.

Yang Jian could only completely destroy the door.

With one slash, the old wooden door became wood fragments all over the ground, and the shape of the door could no longer be seen.

The room was dim and the lights were not on.

This is very abnormal.

According to normal circumstances, there must be lights in the messenger's room, because ghosts will not appear under the lights.

The range of lights in the post office represents a safe area.

"There are ghosts in this room No. 502?" Yang Jian peeked at the ghostly eyes.

Although he ignored the darkness, the walls of the room blocked his view and could not see everything in the room clearly. However, he saw that the room was particularly humid and cold, and there was mold growing on the walls. It seemed to have been abandoned for several years, and it didn't look like someone was inhabited and taken care of.

The middle-aged man in his early fifties said that he had lived here for a long time.

Obviously, this is not in line.

The room is not like signs of people living for a long time. Instead, the previous room No. 501 was cleaner and tidy, with oil lamps on during the day, which is more in line with the conditions for living.

"I'll deal with that person first."

Although Yang Jian was observing, he did not hesitate much. Soon he walked into the room.

He wants to find that person and steal his memory.

The structure of the room is the same as that of other rooms, and there is not much difference. After Yang Jian walked in, the strange eyes in the hall behind him were immediately withdrawn, as if he would not be stared at by the eyes on the oil paintings as long as he entered the room.

I don't know if this is good news.

He came to the living room of this room.

The living room was damp, the old sofa was dirty and untreated. There were several faded pictorials on the walls, and there were still some unpacked foods on the dining table. The production dates of those foods were twenty years ago and it seemed that they had never been moved.

"Only living people need to eat, dead people and ghosts don't need to eat." Yang Jian held a long spear with a cracked hair, his ghost's eyes turned, and looked around.

He can be sure.

The middle-aged man in his early fifties just now was not a living person at all.

“In the bathroom.”

Suddenly.

Yang Jian moved suddenly. He noticed something and immediately walked straight towards the bathroom.

The bathroom door is half-closed, and other places are old, but the door handle is relatively clean. It seems that some people often open the door and enter and exit.

He opened the bathroom door.

immediately.

Yang Jian's face changed slightly. He saw a corpse that had basically rotten into dead bones. Your body was lying in the bathtub, with your mouth open, as if it was painful and unwilling to die before he died.

"It's the one before."

He could tell from the corpse's undecayed clothes that the dead bone was the man in his early fifties before.

I took a few steps closer and took a look again.

At this time, Yang Jian saw that the dry bone was holding a letter tightly in his hand.

It was the post office's letter style, but the color of the letter was something I had never seen before, and it turned out to be a black envelope.

"Black letter?" Yang Jian frowned.

He had seen yellow letters and very dangerous red letters, but he had never seen black letters.

The post office's letter paper is black.

"What does a black letter that has not been sent out or been torn? " Yang Jian felt confused.

Generally, there are only three results for messengers to deliver messages.

The letter failed and was destroyed.

The message was delivered successfully.

Tear the letter.

This is the fourth situation. If you don’t deliver a letter, you will die again. The key is that you will die in the post office. If you die outside, you will be the first situation. If you fail to deliver a letter, you will be killed by the group.

But the letter died before the post office messenger left, which was really incomprehensible.

If the messenger is unwilling to deliver the letter, he will tear the letter and not keep it in his hand.

"No matter what, this letter should not be simple, it must be a very special existence."

Just as Yang Jian was thinking.

"Ahem."

The extinguished light in the living room before suddenly flashed, and then a weak cough appeared. After this sound appeared, footsteps sounded in the living room, as if someone suddenly appeared.

Yang Jian did not look back immediately.

His ghost eyes had already seen the scene behind him.

In the abandoned and old room, the middle-aged man in his early fifties appeared again. He stood there like a dead body and looked at this side with a strange look.

"Bang!"

However, the next moment, a cracked spear appeared instantly with red light, giving almost no reaction time. The cracked spear had already penetrated into the ground in the living room and directly penetrated the man's body.

Yang Jian withdrew his palm and then turned around: "What the hell are you?"

The middle-aged man in his early fifties was still standing there, as if he was not affected by the supernatural weapon, like a residual image, which was not real at all.

"It seems that the messenger on the fourth floor has really emerged with an amazing existence."

His expression was calm and a little numb: "You are very special, unlike other messengers who are parasitized by evil spirits. You can master the supernatural power very skillfully and turn this supernatural power into your own power. I saw the attack just now. If it is an evil spirit, you have solved it now."

"This is the first time I have seen someone who controls supernatural powers like you and uses them, and then deal with evil spirits in turn."

"I thought you had known the existence of the ghost controller for a long time. Now it seems that you really can't get out of this room." Yang Jian said: "What's your name? What's your identity outside?"

The man appeared with the flashing lights in the room. He still stood there and said with a expressionless expression: "You are right in your analysis. I am just a resentful spirit trapped in this room. I exist by relying on supernatural powers and cannot die or be liberated. Haven't you found my body in the toilet?"

"As for my name and identity, it is not important, but the messengers in the past called me Lao Li."

Old Li?

Obviously he is someone who is unwilling to reveal his real name.

This is normal. Many people in the supernatural circle will simply call themselves a name, just like the eagle before.

It’s not intentional lying, but to reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble.

"But you haven't told me what your name is yet." The man who called himself Lao Li asked.

"Yang Jian."

Lao Li continued: "The surname is Yang? He is similar to the man in the oil painting. What was your relationship before?"

"You talk about that oil painting? It should be my long-dead father." Yang Jian said: "For you, a dead man, it doesn't seem to be of any use to knowing these."

"So that's it." Old Li said.

At this moment, the lights flashed, as if they were about to go out, and the man who claimed to be Lao Li seemed to be about to disappear, giving people a very unreal feeling.

Yang Jian understood.

This man used to be a messenger and had long been dead. The reason why he exists now is only because he relies on some supernatural phenomena. Once the supernatural disappears or a certain balance is broken, he will die completely, just like his father, relying on dreams.

This person also exists based on this room.

But Yang Jian didn't know how this person did it. He had died for so long, but he had not yet died.

"You are not the first to arrive in this room." Old Li suddenly said as if he was talking to himself.

“Many people died in this room and did not go out again.”

Yang Jian frowned, "So you want to kill me too?"

"If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't communicate so much with you. I hope there is someone who can enter this room and leave alive and end everything in the post office. It's a pity that the people I selected are not able to do it."
To be continued...