For them, there are still many possibilities to survive by sending letters.

If you tear the letters apart, you will surely die.

"Tell me the truth to you. I don't plan to send this letter at all. I'm going to the third floor, but I think it's too slow to deliver the letter, so I plan to get closer." Yang Jian scattered the paper scraps in his hand on the ground and said slowly.

"The red letter can bring the messenger on the first floor to the next floor. I have sent a red letter on the first floor before."

"You crazy man, you want to die and die by yourself. Don't pull us into the water. Do you know that the letter will lead to attacks from the evil spirits?" The man named Liu Mingxin said with a pale face, angry and panic.

According to Yang Jian's statement.

This red letter is the mission of all messengers on this floor. Now he tore the letter, which means that all messengers on this floor will be attacked by evil spirits.

This is totally harmful.

Yang Jian said calmly: "I know, but so what? The result is the same for you. Delivering a letter is death, and not delivering it is death. Both the left and right are death. Why go outside and cause trouble for others? Isn't it great to die in this post office and be quiet?"

"Wang Shan, what do you think?"

After saying that, he looked at Wang Shan standing in the corridor opposite.

A cold sweat broke out on Wang Shan's forehead, and he felt it.

Yang Jian's attitude towards the Ghost Post Office has changed.

The investigation was cautious before, but now it is much more radical.

If you guessed correctly, it should be that the matter in Dahai City had some impact on him.

"You, you are right. Red letters are very difficult and can easily have a huge impact on the outside world. They bring supernatural powers into the real world. If you can survive this time, all the messengers on the second floor will go to the third floor. This is an opportunity."

He trembled a little and forced an explanation.

It won't work without explanation.

Even if Yang Jian doesn’t tear the letter, who dares to complete the red letter task?

Only he is qualified to complete it. Even if the messenger on the second floor is definitely going to die, it is probably the same as the probability of surviving by tearing apart letters.

"Don't let your mother goofy fart."

The tall and strong man cursed: "I can live for at least one month when I send a letter. Now that I do this, I might really die here today. I don't want to go upstairs to be a messenger. I just pass the deadline to deliver the letters, just to get more safety time."

The interval between messenger delivery tasks on the second floor has been extended.

One letter a month.

It's seven days downstairs.

The sufficient deadline has led to more messengers on the second floor than on the first floor.

"It's really abominable. Today's plan was completely disrupted by this newcomer. If I had known this, I would have broken your legs just now."

"What to do? What to do now? There has never been an example of anyone tearing a letter directly in the post office, and it is also tearing a red letter that I have never encountered before."

"The supernatural will not invade the post office, right?"

These people were talking about it, some were scolding, some were terrified, and some were worried.

Yang Jian had no expression on his face. He ignored the various gazes of these people. He was just doing what he should do.

He did not allow it, and another supernatural incident at the level of Fushouyuan appeared outside.

There is Ye Zhen in Dahai City, and there is a supernatural forum forcing it to be suppressed.

There is no Okawa City.

Therefore, it is safest to measure the pros and cons and tear the letters apart.

If you want to die, you will just die all the messengers on this second floor. It is better than dying hundreds, even thousands, or tens of thousands outside.

not to mention.

This is indeed the fastest way to get upstairs.

"Bang!"

However, at this moment, a loud noise suddenly appeared.

The doors of the room from 21 to 27 were all opened at this moment, and an invisible supernatural power began to interfere with the surroundings.

The dim lights in the aisle were flashing slightly.

A cold and dim aura was spreading rapidly from downstairs at this moment.

An uneasy immediately arose from everyone's heart.

"Here, it's really here." Liu Mingxin opened his eyes wide and his heart was trembling.

No need to argue now.

The price after tearing the letters apart appeared, and the ghost will attack all messengers on this floor today.

Yang Jian was still calm. After tearing the letter apart, he turned around and walked back: "Li Yang, prepare to go back to the room and survive this attack. We will see you on the third floor. If you can't stand it, you will die together."

Li Yang at the door of Room 21 nodded solemnly: "There should be no problem, after all, this time the preparations are relatively sufficient."

"I hope so." Although Yang Jian was well prepared, he was in poor condition now.
Chapter completed!