This is a rule within the Ghost Post Office, most likely set by the previous manager, Old Man Luo.
It's a pity that old man Luo died.
He died of old age abruptly, and then when he was dismembering his own body, he was attacked by Zhang Xianguang and died.
But in reality, Zhang Xianguang was not the culprit who killed him. The real cause of death was that like Mr. Qin, he died at the end of his longevity.
The only difference between the two is that Mr. Qin is watched by the headquarters, and no one dares to act recklessly in front of the headquarters.
Su Yuan looked at the time. It was now five-thirty, which was about half an hour before the lights went out at the post office.
"The last time we came here, there were evil ghosts wandering around and attacking people in the post office. As for the triggering conditions, we still don't know, so we must be careful."
Seeing Su Yuan's curious look, Yang Jian took the initiative to explain.
"But it shouldn't be a big problem for you."
Su Yuan glanced at Yang Jian. Even in this dim environment, his eyes still emitted a faint red light. It seemed that the last battle with Ye Zhen had a considerable impact on him.
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But I guess he should know it well. Thinking of this, Su Yuan said: "Then don't be stunned and go in."
Immediately, the two of them walked into the return post office.
Everything in the ghost post office seemed a bit novel to Su Yuan. The old wooden floor made a creaking sound when stepped on it. There was a cold, damp and moldy atmosphere in the air. In the dim environment
, a few dim lights barely illuminated the surroundings.
There are old portraits hanging on the walls on both sides.
The portraits include men and women, old people and young people, all different.
However, these portraits have an indescribable strange feeling in this environment.
It's as if the people in the portrait are secretly peering at you with some strange eyes.
It makes people feel uncomfortable, and they can't help but start to become suspicious.
"This is the first floor lobby of the post office..."
Su Yuan's eyes moved slightly and he looked at the oil paintings on the walls. In fact, these oil paintings were basically similar to ghost paintings. There was also a supernatural space inside. There was also a ghost post office in the oil paintings, and a group of former messengers.
Live in it.
But now is not the time to go inside.
The two stepped on the old wooden floor and walked deeper into the post office. In the dark depths, there was a huge staircase several meters wide.
"When I came here last time, this was a loop-shaped room with some messengers living in it, but now, the room has turned into a staircase."
Yang Jian looked at the stairs and said with some emotion: "Those post office messengers did not lie to me. As long as the conditions are met, the same stairs to the next floor will appear."
Su Yuan looked at the stairs. The stairs were also made of wood. The material was the same as the floor he walked on before, but the top was shrouded in a layer of darkness. The darkness became darker as he went up. In the end, it was impossible to see the stairs clearly.
What's at the end?
After pondering for a moment, he said: "Logically speaking, I did not have the identity of a messenger before, and now it is my first time to come to the post office. Shouldn't I start from the first floor?"
Hearing what Su Yuan said, Yang Jian couldn't help but frown.
Because what Su Yuan said makes sense.
But after thinking about it, I can't figure out where the problem lies.
"Maybe it's because you were with us when we delivered the letter last time, so the ghost post office defaulted to you as the messenger?"
This is probably the only guess that is barely acceptable.
"Maybe." After thinking for a moment, I couldn't think of a reason. Fortunately, I no longer struggled with this issue.
"Isn't Sun Rui here yet?"
"Maybe I was delayed by other things."
"Then ignore him, let's go up first."
Immediately, the two of them stepped onto the wooden stairs without hesitation and headed upstairs.
Walking on the wooden stairs gives you the feeling of walking on a winding path.
The sense of distance and space felt some kind of supernatural influence and became chaotic.
It looked like I just walked up a dozen stairs, but no one knew where I actually entered.
Su Yuan raised his head and looked ahead, but it was still dark.
The darkness condensed in the depths, turning into pitch black, blocking all sight, even when looking back. Even ghost eyes could not see through this weird darkness.
All that could be seen was a staircase in front of and behind the two of them.
"Crunch, crunch."
When you step on the stairs, the sound made by the wooden stairs seems to be louder. It can even make people feel that the stairs are shaking, and it feels like they are falling apart or collapsing, which is very unsafe.
But.
In a supernatural place, this feeling of seemingly collapse will never actually occur.
This staircase is not maintained by the wood itself, but is formed by erosion by some supernatural force.
Therefore, such a thing as collapse will never happen unless one day the ghost post office is destroyed by someone.
Suddenly, Su Yuan stopped.
Because on the stairs in front, there was a person lying there, showing a fallen posture.
But the man's clothes were very old, not in the style of this era, a bit like a Chinese tunic suit, and his body was stiff and motionless, and he seemed to have no breath.
Is it a ghost?
Or human?
In this environment, Su Yuan could not judge, and the supernatural aura everywhere here also affected the ghost's senses.
"There is a person lying in front of you, maybe a corpse. Yang Jian, what do you think?"
Yang Jian looked over and then said: "No matter what it is, just go over and take a look and you will know. Even if it is a ghost, the two of us can stop him."
If that's the case, there's nothing to hesitate about.
As the distance got closer, Su Yuan soon discovered that it was just a corpse.
Not a bad ghost.
If you look closer, you can see that the corpse's face is pale, there are bruises in some places, and its body is cold, as if it has been dead for several days.
But judging from his clothes, it seemed that he had died not just for a few days, but for a long, long time.
Perhaps due to supernatural influence, the body did not rot, and it was impossible to tell how many days this person had been dead.
But it is obvious that if it is just a corpse, it does not pose a threat.
"Don't pay attention, it's just a corpse, not a ghost."
Both of them ignored the corpse, crossed over, and continued to move forward.
Soon, Yang Jian and Su Yuan seemed to have passed through the dim fog shrouding the stairs, and under some supernatural influence, they arrived at an unknown place.
The second floor of the Ghost Post Office has arrived.
It is still a zigzag corridor.
It's old and dark, with a few yellowish lights barely illuminating the stairwell.
The wall next to it is mottled and dull, with many stains remaining on it, like blood smeared on it and dried. There are also some weird scratches, and even some weird black drawings. I don’t know who painted them with ink.