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117 The Taboo of Turning Out the Lights

Sun Ruidao:

"There are only three of you in the whole building? I don't believe it. What's going on upstairs?"

Wanxing replied:

"There is also a messenger upstairs. After delivering the letter three times, you will appear on the second floor next time and become the messenger on the second floor. In the same way, the messenger on the second floor will go to the third floor after delivering the letter three times, and so on."

His eyes flickered and he said:

"I've also heard other people say this. As for whether it's true, I'm not sure."

He didn't dare to speak so harshly, lest he think he was deceiving them and be killed in a daze.

Cao Ya raised his head and looked upstairs at this moment.

In his perception, those floors were illusions, and only the first floor and the lobby were real.

And vaguely, several levels of space fluctuations seemed to be absent.

Obviously, the second, third, fourth, and fifth floors are all located in other supernatural spaces.

Layers are superimposed, interlaced and twisted.

It's like a ghost realm within a ghost realm.

It's a pity that I only have sense now and can't break the space barrier yet... If it was a three-star star, I could probably break the space by force and break into a higher floor, right?

Cao Ya smiled bitterly, three-star, how could it be so easy to break through?

Yang Jian was also peeping, and he also discovered this.

Cao Ya asked:

"Can we rely on the ghost realm to invade by force?"

Yang Jian looked a little solemn, shook his head and said:

"No! There are many ghost realms in this place. I don't dare to invade casually, because the person who invades may not be on the second or third floor, but may be directly lost in the ghost realm. The safest way is to go on your own.

He was pulled to the second floor."

Cao Ya whispered:

"The people who built this ghost post office are really not simple. They have blocked all the loopholes. I guess that the selection mechanism of this messenger must have some purpose. Is it just to revive the ghost? It's not that simple! This place is obvious

It was built by humans, so they shouldn't be so crazy."

He raised his eyes and looked at the illusion on the fifth floor:

"All the secrets are probably on the fifth floor."

Yang Jian also looked at the highest floor.

There is no doubt that the messenger on that floor is the person closest to the secret of this ghost post office.

He also thought that old man Luo, the knocker ghost, fell to his death from the fifth floor before he was alive. Does this mean that the knocker ghost was a messenger from the fifth floor before he was alive?

"We have to find a way to go to the fifth floor to take a look." Yang Jian said softly.

"We can't use the ghost domain to invade, so do we have to deliver a letter? It takes seven days to deliver a letter, and it takes three times before you can go up to the next floor, and the interval will be even longer, so when will it be delivered?" Sun Rui frowned.

They are all in charge, so how can they spend so much time here?

Besides, they don’t want to be workers at a ghost post office.

Cao Ya chuckled and said:

"Then just tear up the letter. With our strength, we have withstood several ghost attacks, so there is no big problem."

He touched his chin and muttered:

"After all, the Ghost Post Office is just a supernatural place. Even if it can accommodate many ghosts, it is not unlimited. If you deal with it in advance, the pressure will be less after reaching the fifth floor."

Sun Rui's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Cao Ya and then at Yang Jian. Seeing that the two captains had calm expressions, it was obvious that they had reached an agreement.

Yes, the two captains are here, as well as me and Li Yang... This is already a very powerful team. If we can't deal with a few fierce ghosts...

Sun Rui laughed dumbly, nodded and said:

"That's it."

He tapped the top of the golden staff with his fingers, wondering:

"Not a single letter showed up, and I couldn't tear it up even if I wanted to."

Beside them, the expressions of the two couriers, Wan Xing and Qian Rong, changed slightly. They didn't care who tore up the letters to attract evil spirits.

Relevant messengers will be attacked by evil spirits.

But if they want to refute, they don't have the courage.

These guys are not afraid of ghosts in their speech. Judging from their attitude, it seems that they are here specifically to deal with the ghost post office.

If you block their way, you may not get any good results.

"come out."

Suddenly, Cao Ya looked towards room 17.

"City person in charge? It seems that this damn place has attracted the attention of the outside world. Do you want to go to the fifth floor? I have a way to go to the fifth floor quickly without following the post office's rules, but I have to bear a considerable burden.

The risk is that I don’t know if the responsible persons dare to do it?”

The door of Room 17 opened, and a young man in his twenties, who looked one or two years younger than Yang Jian, stood at the door and looked here with a calm expression.

Yang Jian was still a high school student. After becoming a ghost controller, he dropped out of school.

He turned his head:

"Are you the messenger from Room 7 that Wan Xing mentioned? What's your name?"

The young man said:

"My name is Wang Shan. I was a student before coming here. I was still in high school. Because of some people, I entered the supernatural circle and learned about some things. I knew about the existence of the headquarters and the person in charge, but I didn't know much about it. Later, I was unlucky to be killed by someone.

The letter was brought into this hellish place and became a messenger."

Pointing at Wan Xing and Qian Rong, he said:

"I came a while before them, and I only delivered two letters. I still have the last letter to go to the second floor."

Cao Ya nodded and said:

"Don't waste time, tell me your solution."

Wang Shan did not tell the solution, but reminded:

"Six o'clock is coming soon. After six o'clock in the evening, the post office will turn off the lights. If you stay in the post office at that time and do not return to your room, you will be targeted by the evil spirits wandering in the post office."

"A ghost wandering in the post office?" Yang Jian frowned.

Wang Shan explained:

"I guess there is. This ghost has always existed in the post office. It will only be active after the lights are turned off, and it will last until six o'clock in the morning the next day."

"The only safe place is the room, which can basically avoid evil spirits."

Sun Rui asked:

"You know so clearly?"

Wang Shan replied:

"I have contacted the messenger upstairs, so I know this. There are still ten minutes left. I think some things should wait until tomorrow."

As if to confirm what he said.

In the old post office, the originally yellow lights began to flicker at this time, and the lights became darker and darker, and gradually tended to go out.

In addition, originally standing here and looking up, one could see the fourth and fifth floors. Although it was an illusion, those places were now shrouded in darkness and could not be seen clearly at all.

It was close to six o'clock, and the illusion was no longer bothered to maintain.

Cao Ya pondered for a moment. Since he couldn't go directly to the fifth floor, he should first enter the room and take a closer look at the ghost post office.

After all, I had learned about it from words before, so Cao Ya couldn't tell what would actually change.

Apart from this, Cao Ya also wanted to take a look at the evil ghosts in the Ghost Post Office. If he could imprison them all, he would imprison them all.

He doesn't believe that there are unlimited ghosts in the ghost post office!

Imprisoned one level at a time, in the end, the number of evil ghosts you will face will definitely be greatly reduced.

"It shouldn't capsize in the gutter, right?"


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