Is it that simple? He killed two people directly and silently.
This unbelievable method can almost be said to have made the hairs of everyone present stand on end, and they broke out in cold sweat behind their backs.
Are you sure what the messenger from the first floor just said is true?
At this moment, no one dared to ignore what Wang Shan said just now. This kind of terrible and terrifying method was, in a sense, no different from the evil ghost, and it was not something they could fight against.
Everyone looked at Su Yuan in confusion and fear.
At this time, Yang Jian had already stretched out his palm and took away the red letter.
Immediately, a cold breeze blew.
On the wall in the corridor, black ink-like handwriting appeared, crooked and a little strange.
The letter task was triggered.
Dachuan City, Mingyue Community, Room 301, Building 7...
The handwriting came together, leaving an address.
However, things didn't end here.
Under Su Yuan's intimidation, the other messengers did not dare to act rashly and could only watch Yang Jian take away the letter.
But Yang Jian's behavior was beyond everyone's expectations. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he tore the red letter in front of him into pieces in front of everyone's eyes.
Although this is a supernatural letter, it is no different from an ordinary letter.
It tore into pieces very easily.
"don't want."
Immediately, someone nearby understood Yang Jian's intention and wanted to stop it, but it was already too late.
Because he acted very decisively and tore it apart very thoroughly, without giving these people a chance at all.
Of course, they couldn't stop Yang Jian from tearing up the letter.
"Oh my god, he tore up the letter!"
"It's over, we're all done!"
"Damn it, he wants to die himself, why does he drag us to die with him!"
"No, I don't want to die..."
Immediately, someone roared, the fear of death even suppressed the fear of Su Yuan, and roared loudly at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian's behavior was beyond their comprehension.
Because tearing up a letter is equivalent to directly completing a letter delivery task.
But this comes at a huge cost.
The messenger will be attacked by a fierce ghost, and such an attack will occur regardless of occasion, time, or place.
But ordinary people can't stop such an attack.
For them, there is still a lot of possibility to survive by delivering letters.
Tear the letter into pieces and you will surely die.
"You two lunatics, if you want to die, go and die on your own. Why do you want to drag us into trouble? Do you know that after tearing up the letter, it will attract evil ghosts to attack? In this way, none of us can survive!"
"Don't talk nonsense, we are here to help you!"
Su Yuan explained calmly: "Don't you think it's too slow to deliver a letter? It's better to take a shortcut. A red letter can let people on a whole floor go directly upstairs. You should ask for it."
Thanks to us!"
Then we really thank you!
Su Yuan's words made these messengers feel extremely aggrieved.
For them, the fewer letters they send, the safer they are. Being involved in a ghost post office does not mean that the faster the floor is raised, it is not a good thing.
Before you have the corresponding strength, the faster you climb, the faster you will die.
Because the higher the floor, the more difficult it is to send letters, and relatively speaking, the chance of death will also increase.
Once messengers like them on the second floor are forcibly promoted to the third floor and then go on to carry out tasks on the third floor, they will probably die without knowing how.
However, this kind of problem cannot be explained clearly to Su Yuan, a murderous person, which really makes people feel extremely frustrated.
But there are also some who are not afraid of death. They seem to have been stimulated and lost their minds. They shouted at the two of them: "Who wants your help? Did you ask for our permission? Now everyone is killed by you!"
"so what?"
Yang Jian looked calm: "For you, the result is the same. Delivering a letter means death, not delivering a letter means death. Isn't it the same wherever you die? You die on both sides, so why go out and cause trouble for others?
"
"Besides, are you going to deliver this red letter?"
Yang Jian's words left these people speechless, because based on the difficulty of the red letter, it is estimated that every messenger on the second floor will die, and it is impossible to complete it. In this way, the probability of surviving is estimated to be as much as tearing up the letter.
They're all pretty much the same.
But some people are still unhappy with this answer.
Because the interval between messenger delivery tasks on the second floor has been extended, only one letter needs to be delivered a month.
And downstairs it’s seven days.
The sufficient deadline is why there are more messengers on the second floor than on the first floor.
But this behavior of the two people is completely equivalent to putting them in direct danger.
It's just that neither Su Yuan nor Yang Jian cares about the life or death of these messengers.
No matter from the perspective of weighing the pros and cons, or from any aspect, it is better to kill all the messengers on the second floor than supernatural events happening outside.
At the same time, unusual situations also occurred.
The dim lights in the corridor flickered slightly.
A cold, dark atmosphere was spreading rapidly from downstairs at this moment.
However, at this moment, loud noises suddenly appeared.
The doors to the rooms on the second floor were all opened at this moment, and an invisible supernatural force began to disturb the surroundings.
The price for tearing up the letters appears, and the ghost will attack all the messengers on this floor today.
Suddenly, all the messengers became uneasy, except Su Yuan and Yang Jian who were still calm.
Su Yuan turned to look at the corridor and felt a cold wind blowing from nowhere. The red letter paper that was torn by Yang Jian and scattered on the ground was blown up and scattered all over the floor.
.
The pieces of red paper looked like ghosts clinging to them. All the messengers on the second floor felt like they were avoiding them, and they didn't even dare to touch them, for fear that they would be contaminated by some curse and die.
The lights in the corridor flickered, and a cold atmosphere enveloped the place. The surrounding area seemed to have become a little dark, and a black mist gradually eroded and covered this floor.
The evil ghost is coming, this is not a good sign.
ah!"
However, just when the atmosphere was solemn, a scream of horror suddenly sounded.
A man standing in the corridor suddenly felt as if his body was pulled by something. He flew backwards and crashed into the room with the open door behind him.
The room with the lights out was dim, even a little dark, and nothing could be seen.
But many people clearly felt that something seemed to appear in that room, and that there was some kind of incomprehensible terror entrenched in it.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the door to the room suddenly closed again, and the screams of the man who was dragged inside by something stopped abruptly.
It seems that the person has been killed by something, or the closed door has blocked out all sounds inside.