Yang Jian has arranged the company's affairs in the past two days, formulated a duty schedule for Feng Quan and Tong Qian, and also strengthened the security force of Dachang City.
Being beaten at the door of your home must never happen again.
Liu Xiaoyu also quickly adapted to his work, and everything returned to its normal operating state.
period.
Yang Jian heard that Zhang Wei had established a new department in the company, called the Dachang City Information Department.
He found a group of spirited young men from nowhere, provided them with delicious food and drinks, and took them around Dachang City all day long. In his words, they collected suspicious information from every corner of the city and secretly guarded Dachang City.
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But he didn't pay too much attention to this matter. After all, it wasn't a bad thing and the company didn't care about the funds.
today.
Yang Jian drove home from get off work as usual.
Sitting in the car were Zhang Liqin and Liu Xiaoyu.
Liu Xiaoyu held her head, looked out of the car absently, and suddenly asked: "Yang Jian, why do you think Wang Shanshan's skin is so white and tender? How did she grow so long?"
"Why did you suddenly ask such a question?" Yang Jian didn't want to answer such a boring question.
"I'm just interested and asked casually," Liu Xiaoyu said.
Yang Jian thought for a while and said: "The supernatural power affected her body and changed her constitution. Didn't you notice that Wang Shanshan's body was very cold? Is her heartbeat very slow? This kind of body function is not available according to the standards of ordinary people.
There is no way to maintain normal survival needs, but she lives well."
"Under this situation, if there is no problem with the supernatural power, Wang Shanshan's state can maintain a physiological characteristic that is almost stagnant."
"What do you mean?" Liu Xiaoyu asked.
Yang Jandao: "It means that even if ten or twenty years pass, Wang Shanshan will still look like this. She will not age, and her life span will be longer than that of ordinary people."
"So magical?" Zhang Liqin on the side opened her eyes wide.
Saying this, I don’t know how many women I would envy.
"It comes with a price."
Yang Jian glanced at it: "Once the supernatural power is out of control or fails, Wang Shanshan will immediately turn into a dead corpse. Half of her life is maintained by the supernatural power and half by the body. The two achieve a subtle balance.
Balance, this balance point is in my hands."
Liu Xiaoyu nodded and said, "I know this. I have read the information on Ghost Slave. If something goes wrong with you, Wang Shanshan will definitely die."
"If this is the case, I am actually willing to pay such a price." Zhang Liqin suddenly said.
It is a good thing for her to stay young forever and still have her life connected to Yang Jian.
Anyway, for ordinary people, it is a dead end if there is no one to protect them when it comes to supernatural beings. Being able to be tied to Yang Jian's life is a great opportunity for many people.
Suddenly.
While chatting, Yang Jian suddenly turned the steering wheel and parked the car in the emergency lane, and his expression suddenly became serious.
"What's wrong?" Liu Xiaoyu was almost knocked down in the carriage.
Yang Jian opened the car door and got out: "Zhang Liqin, you drive Liu Xiaoyu back. I won't go back because I have something else to do. I may be away for a few days. Don't let the news get out. Just say I'm playing games at home."
"Okay, okay." Zhang Liqin was stunned for a moment, and she immediately moved over from the passenger seat.
"Let's drive away now." After Yang Jian finished speaking, he walked to a side alley without looking back.
Liu Xiaoyu said hurriedly: "Remember to let me know if anything happens."
Zhang Liqin didn't say much, she just glanced at Yang Jian and immediately stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
She understands Yang Jian's character. At this time, anyone who says another word or delays for one second is stupid, and what Yang Jian hates most is this kind of idiot who has no discernment.
Therefore, Zhang Liqin left decisively without any hesitation.
The car just left.
Yang Jian's cell phone rang, and Li Yang's voice came from it: "Captain, the road to the post office has appeared again, do you want to go?"
At this moment, Li Yang is still in Guanjiang Community.
Yang indirectly called and replied: "Go and bring two ghost candles."
This time he received a batch of important supplies from Shen Liang, including red ghost candles, which he planned to use this time.
"Okay, then, captain, I'll meet you at the post office." After Li Yang finished speaking, he also hung up the phone.
Yang Jian put down his cell phone and stared coldly at the alley in front of him.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this is just an insignificant alley, but in his eyes, it is a winding path leading into the distance. At the end of the road is an old building from the Republic of China period, and the gate of that building There are also signs hanging on it and colorful neon lights flashing around it.
The atmosphere is depressing and strange.
Ghost post office!
"It came really fast. Not long after I completed my last letter delivery mission, how many days have I been resting before and after, and this new letter delivery mission has appeared?"
Yang Jian thinks this is very unusual. According to his opinion, the ghost post office's letter delivery task will not appear until at least one or two months.
But it was just over a week apart.
Of course, there is another possibility, that is, he is unlucky and always goes upstairs at the time of the letter delivery task.
Striding forward, Yang Jian walked onto this path with no turning back, and he grabbed it out of thin air with his palm.
A strange golden spear with cracks appeared out of nowhere and suddenly appeared in his palm.
Holding this supernatural weapon and relying on his now alien existence, Yang Jian is confident that he can completely solve the supernatural place called the Ghost Post Office.
Keep going.
His figure gradually blurred, and the buildings in Dachang City behind him gradually disappeared, as if they were swallowed up by the surrounding darkness.
The building of the ghost post office became clearer and clearer in front of me.
The light of the neon lights is also particularly bright.
Unknowingly, Yang Jian had left Dachang City along this supernatural path and arrived at an unknown place. This place was incomprehensible. There was only one building, the Ghost Post Office, and the rest of the place was pitch black and could not be set foot in. If forced, If you wander around, you may get lost.
Naturally, he would not be curious to investigate other places at this juncture.
"team leader."
Yang Jian came to the door and found that a vague figure gradually appeared not far behind him. After getting closer, he was sure that it was Li Yang who had arrived.
The roads to the post office lead to different places, but the point is the same.
"Relax, I've been through the Wang family's ancient house in Dadong City, this ghost post office is nothing." Yang Jian's words were calm, making Li Yang less nervous.
It can be seen that although Li Yang has grown a lot, he is still very afraid of this ghost post office.
Perhaps this has something to do with the ghost he controls. He can always feel the presence of evil ghosts in the ghost post office.
Li Yang nodded and didn't say much.
Push the door open and enter.
"Ahem." A cough sounded like a serious illness.
"You shouldn't be here." The voice was very familiar. It was Sun Rui, the person in charge of Dahan City.
Code name, sick ghost.
Yang Jian's expression moved slightly. He remembered that Sun Rui was still on the first floor of the ghost post office. It had been at least half a month.
Being able to stay alive in this place for half a month is not just about ability, but also a strong enough will.
"It's me, Sun Rui." Yang Jian pushed the door open, stepped on the old wooden floor, smelled the damp and dark air around him, and returned to the first floor lobby of the Ghost Post Office.
There is an old counter in the hall, and a man with a sickly look, like a corpse, is sitting there with his eyes closed and holding a golden cane, his body upright and stiff.
Beside the counter, an old oil lamp swayed slightly, emitting this dim light.
The lamp oil seemed strange. During the burning process, it released a lingering stench, like the smell of a rotting corpse.
In addition, there was a gun on the counter, but it seemed to be out of ammunition because the gun was not loaded.
Hearing Yang Jian's voice, Sun Rui suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were numb, tired, dull, and covered with turbid bloodshot eyes.
"Captain Yang, you are back as expected. I thought you had died while delivering the message." Sun Rui looked very surprised when he saw Yang Jian, and he felt a surge of joy.
Yang Jian said: "Why do you ask this?"
"The post office seems to be out of control. It's already quite scary here. The couriers upstairs are dying," Sun Rui said.
The upstairs he was referring to was the messengers on the third and fourth floors.
Because since Yang Jian entered the ghost post office, all the couriers on the first and second floors have died. There are still some couriers on the third floor who did not participate in the last letter delivery mission in Room 301, so they are still alive.