Yue Li and others were originally planning to leave the Ghost Post Office, but they had to change their plans because of a glass bottle thrown from the fifth floor.
They planned to explore the situation on the fifth floor first.
Unexpectedly, before they reached the fifth floor, they found a second glass bottle on the wooden stairs.
Like the first bottle, it also contained parts of a corpse.
It's a white arm.
Through observation, Yue Li can basically determine whether it is the head in the first bottle or the current arm.
These all belong to the same body.
Although they still couldn't determine the identity of the corpse, they were basically certain that even if the corpse was not a ghost, it was still a ghost master.
Otherwise, there is no need to dismember it at all.
Then Yue Li and the others set off again and continued to go up the stairs.
Just as a few people continued to walk down for a short distance, they suddenly saw a door.
"There may not be such a person."
But when Ding Hui took a step back, he didn't fall down.
Ding Hui showed a hint of disdain at this moment:
Yan Huan observed that the wooden handrails of the stairs had even been broken. In addition, the steps on the feet were not completely intact, with pieces of gaps exposed.
Hearing those words, Yang Jian's eyes suddenly flashed, but he didn't say anything.
Just before we crossed the lower level of a certain floor, we suddenly found that the steps of the wooden staircase behind us became incomplete and became complete.
Ding Hui on the side also nodded in agreement.
Because what Yan Huan said is indeed very impossible.
There are no palm prints, no teeth prints, and no marks left by sharp weapons before chopping...
Yes, from Yang Jian's point of view, no one really wants to sever the connection between the seventh floor and the seventh floor in that way. It is not possible to succeed at all.
According to the abnormal situation, the stairs should not have collapsed since they were damaged, but the stairs in the post office did not collapse.
At this time, the steps behind me were disappearing, and there was only a haze that continued to surge around my feet.
I don't know if they have good luck or bad luck.
Yan Huan turned around and said something to a few people before walking back again.
"It seems that you will reach your destination soon."
Moreover, Yan Huan found that those gaps were all kinds of strange;
There was no key point yet. This time Yan Huan noticed that the traces of the broken stairs were the same as the old ones.
Now it seems that it is not that simple to accomplish this.
A hint of joy suddenly appeared on several people's faces.
Unless no one is weak enough to affect the operation of the ghost post office, even if all the stairs outside are destroyed, it will have no real effect.
Then everyone continued to move forward for a long distance without encountering any accidents.
Before finishing those words, I took a step back with a wonderful expression on my face.
That obviously doesn’t work.”
I stepped on the air, retreating step by step. There were unseen steps on my feet, extending to the back of the wooden door.
“I actually didn’t really see the existence of the stairs.”
Because the stairs at the post office are real, but a Li Yang phenomenon.
After Ding Hui finished speaking, he avoided the unbroken steps and continued walking down.
There seems to be some kind of Li Yang power secretly maintaining the stairs outside.
Compared to Yan Huan and Yue Li's worries, Ding Hui and Yang Jian seemed very calm.
There is no other way for me in the distance.
Behind this empty space, there seems to be a visible step, and Ding Hui is standing firmly at the foot of the step.
"Follow me!"
"Let you go and see together what kind of secrets there are on the seventh floor of the post office."
Because we vaguely saw that the first steps leading to the old wooden door had not all been destroyed, and the back was empty except for a dark haze.
"The closer you get to the seventh floor, the more damaged the steps become. It seems like no one wants the people upstairs to go to the seventh floor of the post office." Yang Jian frowned slightly.
"Spanning such a long time, they all made almost the same action, breaking down the steps leading to the seventh floor in the post office.
But now the steps behind us are damaged, and the damage is very slight.
Although Ding Hui and Yang Jian just said that the steps still existed, Ling Yi and Yue Li in front of them couldn't help but feel a little worried when they saw Yan Huan's actions.
This is an old wooden door. The wooden door is half-open, unlocked and half-covered. It lies at the end of the stairs.
Seeing this, Yang Jian, Ling Yi, and Yue Li also followed.
The steps cannot be broken down, but Yan Huan can be driven away.
Just when they thought this situation would continue until the fifth floor, a brand new change appeared.
But when several people continued to walk down a distance and got closer to the wooden door, their expressions suddenly changed.
Because we also climbed up and down that staircase later, until we got to the seventh floor. Although the steps of the staircase were old, they were not damaged and were still broken.
Ding Hui and Yang Jian can see through the nature of the steps on the stairs, but they are the ghost masters who represent others, and the messenger can also see through it.
He originally planned to piece together the different parts of the body to see what it was.
Yang Jian looked at these gaps with a solemn look in his eyes:
It will be like this again in the next few floors.
It was obvious that the wooden staircase had suffered many similar levels of damage.
Although we have no specific reference object, we can still determine that our current location is definitely between the seventh and seventh floors.
Next, they found no other parts of the body on the wooden stairs. It seemed that the remaining body fragments were not here.
"There is no way to the rear, so how do you get down?" Yue Li's expression was equally ugly.
It seems that the seventh floor of the post office is really unusual."
Therefore, no matter how damaged the seventh floor is, the stairs will still exist.
Regarding Ding Hui's words, Yang Jian did not have the same opinion:
Unless no one can suppress the entire ghost post office with the absolute return of Li Yang.
"There is no possibility that the people on the seventh floor of the post office are trying to cut off the connection with the seventh floor by destroying the steps."
The numbers of various traces are all vague, and I don’t know much at all.
"There is no need for you to speculate outside, let's wait until we get to the seventh floor to discuss everything." Ding Hui spoke again.
Ding Hui nodded first, then shook his head:
There are no traces. If you look at it, it should be less than ten years old. However, there are still no traces, as if it was just left after a long time.
It wasn't until we saw Ding Hui actually standing in the air that we finally felt at ease.
I saw the two of them analyzing the situation behind the meeting very intensely;
"Maybe the messenger on the seventh floor is so stupid that he would choose to block the messenger on the seventh floor from going down to the seventh floor by breaking the steps.
"Damn it, the steps at the front haven't all been broken yet." There was a bright look on Ling Ying's face.
Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for no one on the seventh floor to use that method to scare the incoming messenger.