Forty or fifty years ago, when the Internet was not yet developed, and telephones were not yet popular, the only way to contact someone was to write letters.
So this profession came into being.
But with the development of modern society, messengers have gradually disappeared from sight, replaced by takeaway boys, couriers, etc.
However, Yang Jian completely ignored what Li Yue said.
"I can't read it anymore. That letter is none of your business, but I'm interested in it, so give it to me."
His tone was very cold, and he didn't seem very patient.
However, for these people, the letter is equivalent to their own lives. If the letter is given out, someone will definitely die.
And although these two guys claim to be Yang Jian and Su Yuan, who knows whether they are true or not. Just two names can't scare them.
Li Yue immediately shook his head.
"No, we can't lose this letter, otherwise we will die miserably. I can show you my sincerity by showing it to you. I hope you won't embarrass us."
When Yang Jian heard this, his face turned cold instantly.
Su Yuan shook his head and said: "Believe it or not, you may not die if you give me the letter, but if you don't give it, you will definitely die miserably later."
As soon as his words came out, several people around Li Yue immediately became alert. They stared at Yang Jian and Su Yuan, seemingly ready to counterattack.
Yang Jian said indifferently: "You're not even a ghost master, and you still want to do something in front of me? You don't know what to do."
Seeing the two people's confident looks, Li Yue's eyes flickered slightly, and he began to feel more and more convinced.
These two may be real.
After all, the attitudes revealed in their words and expressions showed that they simply did not take human life seriously. A few of them were like a few ants that could be easily crushed to death.
Indifference to life and no emotion is a typical characteristic of a ghost controller.
Li Yue looked embarrassed and said: "You two, it's not that we won't give it to you, and this letter is really of no use to you at all. And if we lose it, something very unfortunate will happen. We don't want to lose the letter and die."
Lose."
"Why did you die?"
"Because there will be ghosts coming to attack us."
A man next to him said in a low voice: "Anyone who has lost a letter will almost certainly die when faced with an attack by a ghost. Of course, even if you successfully escape a ghost attack, the next time you deliver a letter...
The level of terror will also be doubled.”
Hearing this, Yang Jian immediately became solemn.
Because this is tantamount to doing things for ghosts, and doing things for ghosts, no matter what the process is, the results are very terrible.
Because ghosts all have their own purposes! There are no consequences to consider.
Thinking of this, Yang Jian immediately had murderous intentions, instead of just scaring these people like before.
At this time, Su Yuan said slowly: "We don't need an explanation, we just need you to give me the letter, and the rest has nothing to do with you."
Su Yuan's performance was quite calm. After all, the messengers were indeed involuntarily. From their standpoint, they just wanted to survive.
But Yang Jian's attitude was even tougher: "I don't care if you have been cursed and forced, or if you have any unavoidable reasons, I only know that you are controlled by some ghosts now, and you must solve it!"
"what you up to?"
As if he heard the danger in Yang Jian's words, the man with the gun suddenly issued a warning.
"I don't want to do anything. I just want to take your letters and then kill you all, so as not to become a disaster in the future."
"I have met some people similar to you before. People like you dare to do anything in order to survive. To some extent, you are even crazier than me."
As Yang Jian spoke, he handed the body bag to Su Yuan and slowly took off the glove on his left hand.
A black, cold, stiff palm was revealed.
"Oh, you guys are playing, he is angry~"
Su Yuan gloated from the sidelines.
Obviously, not everyone can remain indifferent to this threat, especially this group of messengers. In a sense, they are also a group of desperadoes.
"That's unreasonable. You're too arrogant. Just kill us if you say you're going to kill us. Who do you think you are?"
The slightly thin man raised the gun in his hand, gritted his teeth again, and pointed it at Yang Jian ferociously.
As for Su Yuan, because his attitude was quite peaceful, he did not take immediate action.
"Today I will let you know that people like us are not easy to mess with. If we are pushed hard, we can bite two pieces of meat off of you!"
"boom!"
Under tremendous pressure, a gunshot rang out. The man holding the weapon gritted his teeth and took the first step.
He didn't dare to bet that Yang Jian would strike first, because if the other party was really a ghost master, he would definitely die miserably the moment he took action.
What's more surprising is that.
Yang Jian would not have been affected by this shot, but there was a strange hole in his chest.
The skin and flesh were torn apart.
A small section of pale white, bone-like material appeared in the wound.
What this gun fired was not a bullet at all, but a piece of human bone, a small finger bone to be exact.
Although the power of the firearm is not great, because it shoots finger bones, it seems to contain some supernatural power and can temporarily repel the evil ghost.
This is not a supernatural thing, but a very clever transformation method.
Use some weird things in every possible way to turn them into weapons.
Although it's rough, it does work.
"Is this how you fight against supernatural beings? A piece of dead man's bone?"
Yang Jian expressionlessly took out the finger bone and squeezed it hard.
The bones were shattered.
The remaining supernatural power is not enough to fight it.
"What?"
This scene seemed to have greatly shocked these people. They opened their eyes wide and felt an inexplicable horror.
The shot that could briefly repel the evil ghost did not cause any hindrance to Yang Jian. Although there was a slight wound, everyone could see that the wound was insignificant at all.
And the most terrifying thing is that, at a speed visible to the naked eye, the wound is rapidly recovering, and there is a cold black shadow stitching together the missing parts, like a ghost hiding under the chest, sewing up the wound.
As the saying goes, it's rude to come back without reciprocating. The next moment, a cold, black palm appeared on the shoulder of the person who fired the shot. It was cold and stiff, revealing a bone-chilling chill.
The man trembled all over and turned his head subconsciously.
But he heard the sound of broken bones in his neck echoing, and he died tragically on the spot.
Seeing this scene, Su Yuan sighed: "If you don't listen to good people, you will suffer a lot. Since we have already taken action, let's all die. Anyway, we can still get the letter by then."