This kind of supernatural method makes men unable to resist at all.
The opening of the deep ghost realm has the ability to suspend everything. Even for a second, for a ghost controller like Su Yuan, it is enough to reverse the situation.
"boom!"
The next moment, the rusty coffin nails flew out directly, penetrated the man's body, and nailed him to the stairs behind him. He could not resist or escape, he could only watch this result happen.
"What a joke!"
The man's eyes widened, and his expression was extremely horrified, as if he had never thought that he had no ability to resist in front of this sudden person.
But he did not die, because the coffin nails could only nail supernatural beings, but could not completely nail ordinary people. They could only cause a certain amount of sharp damage to living people, but the damage was not fatal. What's more, he was not the kind of person who would completely kill a living person.
An alien whose consciousness is bound to the evil ghost.
But his chest was bleeding after being stabbed by a coffin nail.
Even though he could move his hands and feet, he wanted to raise his hand to pull out the coffin nails that penetrated his chest, but found that he had no strength at all.
The supernatural power in the body was silent, as if it had completely disappeared and could not be used.
"who are you?"
The man screamed and blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth. Not even a real ghost could withstand such a terrifying supernatural attack method, let alone him. It was absolutely impossible for such a monster to appear on the fourth floor's messenger.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you shouldn't come."
Hearing the man's roar, Su Yuan said expressionlessly: "The messenger on the fifth floor came to me alone. You are brave enough. I originally thought you would gather together and then come to me again."
."
The man stared at Su Yuan and said nothing. In fact, he felt extremely regretful at this moment. If he had known this, he would never have come to the fifth floor of the post office alone at night, and
I waited until dawn to come with the others.
It's just that now, no matter what I say, it's too late.
The man's mouth was bleeding. At this moment, he had completely given up the struggle. He was the winner and the loser. Now he was the loser. No matter how much he said, it was useless, not to mention that the other party had no intention of letting him go.
But now he feels that he should still have a chance. After all, the supernatural weapon in his hand is still there. He only needs a chance. When Su Yuan gets closer, he is confident that he can pull Su Yuan to death together, or even turn defeat into victory.
Unfortunately, Su Yuan seemed to see through his intentions and thoughts, and had no intention of getting close. He just watched from a distance, hoping to wait for his blood to run out and then slowly die.
As time passed bit by bit, the two looked at each other like this, until finally, the man felt that he could no longer hold on. With too much blood loss, his whole body was weak and he was dying.
After all, the nail in the coffin blocked all his own supernatural powers. Now that he has lost his supernatural abilities, it can be said that he is weaker than ordinary people.
"I admit defeat. I lost at your hands. It's not unfair. With your ability, most of the messengers on the fifth floor are no match for you. But don't get too happy too early. There are also messengers on the fifth floor that you can't deal with."
The man laughed miserably, and then his palm dropped weakly, revealing something, which was a rusty iron hook that looked extremely cruel.
At this moment, the iron hook fell on the wooden steps, making a soft sound.
If Su Yuan doesn't get close and doesn't give the other party a chance to attack, then all this is meaningless.
This supernatural item does not have any supernatural power to attack people from a distance.
Su Yuan took a look, and the next moment, the iron hook that was supposed to fall appeared in his hand. He looked at it casually, and then looked at it with a look of realization.
"Oh. I remembered... So you are the one who came here, Li Feng? Chen Feng... Forget it, I can't remember."
There seemed to be such a number one character in the original plot, but he was just a sidekick. He didn't survive even three chapters. The only thing that impressed Su Yuan was the supernatural weapon in his hand.
"It's Zhao Feng!"
After hearing that Su Yuan made up several names for himself out of thin air, Zhao Feng's face turned dark and he retorted weakly.
Su Yuan waved his hand and said: "Don't worry about these details. Anyway, you can go with peace of mind. I will take care of your wife."
After saying that, the ghost shadow directly covered it, completely ending the life of the messenger on the fifth floor.
Killing a messenger was nothing to Su Yuan, but what made him feel strange was that the two of them were confronting each other on the stairs, but Yang Jian did not move at all, as if he had completely disappeared from the fifth floor of the post office.
Same.
Where did that guy go?
After collecting Zhao Feng's body and the restrained ghost in his hands, Su Yuan did not continue to the fourth floor, but chose to return to the fifth floor, intending to see what Yang Jian was doing.
However, after walking around the fifth floor, Yang Jian seemed to have evaporated from the post office, and no trace of him could be found.
If he didn't know something about Yang Jian and had a clear understanding of his strength, Su Yuan would almost wonder if he had been captured by a ghost.
"Strange, where did that guy go? Did he leave the post office? Or..."
Suddenly, Su Yuan thought, as if he remembered something, and then quickly went to the hall on the fifth floor, where many oil paintings were hung.
"Could it be that you have entered the ghost post office in the oil painting? Or have you left the post office?"
Su Yuan returned to the lobby on the fifth floor of the post office again.
The pairs of eyes in the oil painting were staring at him again. Some eyes still exuded malice, while others looked at him with strange gazes... The people in these oil paintings had successfully escaped from the post office.
The presence.
He is the ultimate messenger.
If the person in the oil painting is still alive, he must be an incredible ghost master.
Su Yuan stared at the portrait of Yang Jian's father. The man in the painting moved his eyes and seemed to be looking at Su Yuan. The person in the painting looked similar to Yang Jian's.
It is enough to prove that the relationship between them is extraordinary.
"Could that guy have entered the painting to look for his father?"
With this thought, Su Yuan tentatively stretched out his hand and touched the surface of the oil painting. Something strange happened. His hand disappeared, and at the same time a palm appeared on the oil painting, touching Yang Jian's father.
go.
However, the latter didn't seem to want to contact Su Yuan, so he turned around and walked away. His back became smaller and smaller in the oil painting, and seemed to be gradually moving away.
"You don't even touch me, you're so stingy."
Su Yuan curled his lips at the sight, and then retracted his palm.
The characters in the oil painting cannot be separated, but the world of oil paintings is common. The characters in the painting can leave temporarily, but in the end they will still return to the original oil painting.
Since he couldn't find Yang Jian, Su Yuan wasn't too worried. After all, he was relatively reassured about Yang Jian's character.
Next, he no longer had the intention to continue exploring the post office, but found a room to rest.
However, until dawn, Yang Jian still did not appear, as if he had truly disappeared.
"Are you really trapped?"
With this thought, Su Yuan stood up and left the room. However, as soon as he walked out of the room, he found a group of people on the fifth floor of the post office.
There were men and women in this group. The number was not too large, about seven or eight people, but everyone's face was very solemn. It was obvious that they had returned to the post office after many years, and everything in the post office once again gave them a huge impression.
pressure.
The moment Su Yuan came out, a group of people's eyes fell on him.
Su Yuan was also stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "You guys came so early, last night must have been very difficult! You came to the post office so early, you probably didn't come here for the task of delivering letters."
Looking at Su Yuan standing at the door of the room, these people looked solemn.
Su Yuan's unscrupulous look makes people really confused, and the messengers who can reach the fifth floor are not simple people. There are only a few people like Zhao Feng, and the other party is unlucky.
When encountering a person like Su Yuan, if it were anyone else, it would still be unknown who would win and who would lose.
"What? You can't wait to restore balance to the post office?"
As he spoke, Su Yuan shook his hand, and a black letter appeared, which immediately caused a commotion among the messengers.
"It's indeed in his hands."
"Kill him and get the letter back!"
"Newcomer, you are so brave, you are really not afraid of death."
"..."
Some people sang red faces, and some sang bad faces. They seemed to want to use this method to make Su Yuan retreat. At this time, a person stood up among the messengers, stared at Su Yuan and said.
"Send this letter back to room 502. We can avoid conflicts. The curse of the messenger should not continue. You should leave the post office and return to freedom like us. If you continue to deliver letters, you will die miserably."
It seemed that he was planning to persuade Su Yuan to change his stance.
As long as the positions change, there will be no grievances or grudges between each other and misunderstandings can be resolved.
Unfortunately, their plan was doomed to fail.
I saw Su Yuan put the black letter into his pocket and said casually: "Why? I don't, what can you do to me?"
Hearing these words, the man's face darkened: "You'd better think carefully before answering. The black letter is related to the balance of the fifth floor of the post office. Once the letter leaves the post office, the fifth floor of the post office will continue to be assigned to deliver the letter.
The mission is over. All our couriers on the fifth floor will be controlled by the post office and lose their freedom. You are also the courier coming up from downstairs. You should understand the dangers in the process of delivering letters."
"Danger is only for the weak, and you are too weak."
Su Yuan was unmoved: "Although it is a bit shameless to say this, it is undeniable that this is the truth. The weak have no right to speak. What I said is the truth."
This is completely unscrupulous ridicule, and this confrontational attitude clearly expresses Su Yuan's position. There is no possibility of reconciliation between the two parties. The different positions doomed the conflict to be irresolvable.
"Actually, I'm not alone, it's just that the other guy ran away somewhere, so you see only me now. This is your misfortune, because I'm not as easy to talk to as him."
Looking around at these people, a cold smile flashed across Su Yuan's face: "So I will only give you one chance. If you are willing to cooperate with me, I am willing to lead you to completely deal with the ghost post office. Even if it doesn't work,
At least we can control the ghost post office and get rid of the fate of delivering letters. But if we don’t want to, then everyone will die.”
The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, but no one dared to believe what Su Yuan said easily. After all, this was a stranger, and the post office had existed for at least several decades, so it was really that easy to solve.
, it has been solved long ago, and it is still running to this day.
No one dared to believe it easily, and these words could not break the more than ten years of tacit understanding between the messengers on the fifth floor.
After all, there is a price to pay for breaking the tacit understanding.
Once you take the wrong team, you will definitely be liquidated afterwards.
And the most important thing.
It's now six against one. No matter how you look at it, your side has a greater chance of winning.
Also, it’s unclear whether these words may be a conspiracy to divide everyone and make everyone fall into disarray.
The man who stood up flashed his eyes for a moment, and then said: "What you said is very exciting, but we can't believe you. How about this? You first send the black letter back to Room 502, and then we make an appointment.
Let’s discuss the location outside the post office.”
The man opened his mouth and said what he thought was a way to get the best of both worlds.
The others nodded after hearing this without saying anything, acquiescing to his approach.
After all, having more choices is a good thing.
It would be a bit reckless to make a decision now, and since this strange man is so confident, he must have someone to rely on. If he really wants to take action, someone will definitely die. It is best not to take action if he can.
But at this time, Su Yuan lost his patience: "I think you have made a mistake. Do you think I am bargaining with you? I am not begging you, but giving you a chance. Since you don't grasp it, then all
go to hell!"
"Young man, you are so loud. You are the only one who wants to deal with us? It's understandable that you have a temper, but can't you think about yourself when you say this? The water on the fifth floor is very deep. It's not like you who came up from the fourth floor.
The newcomers can understand that you'd better be more respectful to us seniors, otherwise you will die..."
The person who spoke was the middle-aged woman. Although she seemed to be sincere, she was actually very strong and gave people an aggressive feeling.
But before she finished speaking, she stopped, her expression gradually turned pale and frightened, her eyes widened, as if she had seen a ghost.
Not just her, but others too.
Because... they really saw a ghost, and it was not just one ghost, but a group of ghosts...
In every corner of the fifth floor, a group of terrifying figures slowly appeared, some in blue robes, some in white... In terms of number, it was even more disappointing.