The hall is still as dark as before, with rotten floors and old stairs that creak when stepped on, making people wonder if the floors will break at any time.
The lights were dim and uncertain, and several figures walked quickly from the winding path. Footsteps sounded one after another, which seemed very abrupt in the hall.
Xia Hanxin walked into the hall holding the wine jar and looked at Zhao Yunyun and Liu San who had also arrived, as well as the other three strangers, a young man with glasses with a gloomy temperament who looked like a gentle scum, and a middle-aged man.
He looked a little bald, and there was a woman with a pale face.
The three young men with glasses also saw Xia Hanxin and the others, and their eyes were a little surprised:
"Are you three couriers who have just reached the third floor? It seems that you are very lucky. You have just reached the third floor to deliver a letter of this level. You are really three lucky guys."
The man with glasses looked at Xia Hanxin and the others and said, with a hint of meaning in his tone.
After hearing the glasses man's words, Xia Hanxin did not answer, but walked to Zhao Yunyun and asked in a low voice:
"The boss hasn't come yet? Doesn't he usually arrive when we arrive?"
Xia Hanxin quietly looked around and found no sign of the boss.
"I don't know. Mr. Lin must be delayed by something. He may arrive later." Zhao Yunyun looked at the man in glasses warily and said.
"These three people should be the messengers on the third floor. We have to be careful. I don't think they are very friendly."
After hearing Zhao Yunyun's words, Xia Hanxin subconsciously hugged the wine jar in her hand.
"There shouldn't be any problems. When the boss comes, I don't know if they can survive."
Zhao Yunyun:......
Liu San:......
For a moment, Zhao Yunyun and Liu San were speechless. They were both silent. Xia Hanxin was right. When Lin Qian arrived, it was unclear whether the three messengers on the third floor would survive. Everything depended on Lin Da.
Old mood.
If they are in a good mood, they may survive, but if they are in a bad mood, they may not even be able to keep their ashes. Mu Qin is the best example...
"Huh? You three seem to have a lot of temper. Did I ask too softly just now, or is it because your ears are not working well?"
"If it's the former, I'm sorry. If it's the latter, I'm even more sorry..."
The man with glasses pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, his eyes looked very cold, but his face was smiling and understanding.
Xia Hanxin, Zhao Yunyun and Liu San all frowned, the man with glasses looked a little weird.
Xia Hanxin stared at the man with glasses, and quietly looked around. After a moment of silence, she still chose to shut up and didn't say anything in response. She was too weak now, so she could just wait until Boss Lin came.
Seeing that Xia Hanxin had no intention of speaking, Zhao Yunyun and Liu San gave up the idea of tit-for-tat and also fell silent, ignoring the man with glasses.
The man with glasses narrowed his eyes with some surprise in his eyes. He and Xia Qing looked at each other, and they both had guesses in their minds.
It seems that these three people are not ordinary people. If nothing else, they should be ghost masters.
"Xia Qing, are you sure we can go up to the fourth floor after this delivery?"
The man with glasses looked at Xia Hanxin opposite and asked softly.
"Well, I'm sure. As long as the letter sent this time is a red letter, we will definitely go to the fourth floor after delivering it." Xia Qing replied firmly.
After hearing Xia Qing's words, the man with glasses was thoughtful, with a strange look in his eyes. He didn't know what he was thinking.
The dark hall became a little quiet for a moment, no one spoke, they just looked at each other.
At this moment, three winding yellow mud paths appeared in the hall. The man with glasses, Xia Qing, Xia Hanxin, and Zhao Yunyun all looked at them with doubts and surprise in their eyes.
I saw a woman, a big man, and a child of fifteen or sixteen years old walking towards here along the three yellow mud paths. The three of them all had a hint of fear and uneasiness in their expressions.
After they walked into the hall, the yellow mud path disappeared in an instant. The three of them were startled and looked around uneasily.
"W-where is this? Why am I here?"
The woman who spoke was the woman in her thirties, with pale makeup on her face, and a spatula in her hand. It looked like she was still cooking when she came over.
"Yeah, where the hell am I? I just opened a letter, why am I here?"
The big man among the three spoke, his voice loud and rough, which fit his figure perfectly.
The child didn't speak, but looked around uneasily, his eyes full of panic.
Hearing the voices of the woman and the big man, Xia Hanxin and the three glasses basically understood what was going on, and couldn't help but look at them with a trace of sympathy.
"This is a newcomer. You are so lucky. When you come in, you will deliver a letter from the third floor."
The man with glasses pushed up his glasses, with a smile on his face and looked very amiable.
After hearing what the man with glasses said, the big man looked at the man with glasses, frowned, and had a strange look on his face:
"Why does the skinny monkey here look so polite and scum? Hey, skinny monkey, do you know what this place is? If you know, just be stunned. If you don't know, forget it."
The bespectacled man's expression froze, and he pointed at himself:
"Huh? Are you talking to me?"
"Hey, why are you talking nonsense? You look like a polite scum here, but you are also so thin. If I am not talking to you, who are you talking to? With a ghost?" The big man looked at the man with glasses with an expression that looked like a fool.
Forehead……
The smile on the bespectacled man's face slowly disappeared, and his eyes were filled with gloom.
"Hey, I'm asking you something. Are your ears hard to use? Didn't you hear? If you know, just say it. If you don't know, forget it. What do you mean by not saying a word?"
The big man was immediately unhappy when he saw that the glasses were silent. This skinny monkey knew what he knew, and what he didn't know if he didn't know. Why didn't he say a word? Was he looking down on him?
The big man's voice was loud and resounded in the hall. Women and children subconsciously stayed away from this big man. After all, this big man looked vicious and did not look like a good person.
Xia Hanxin and the others looked at the big man with strange expressions as he walked towards the man with glasses and rolled up his sleeves. Judging from his posture, he clearly planned to fuck the man with glasses.
Xia Qing and the middle-aged man stared at the big man walking over with calm expressions. They didn't say anything or remind him. Instead, after looking at the big man for a while, they turned to look at the counter in the hall.
There is a rule in this ghost post office. I don’t know if it has always been there or just recently. When you come to the post office to pick up a letter, if a new person happens to enter, then the letter that was originally meant to be picked up upstairs will appear in the post office.
On the counter in the lobby.
The newcomers will follow them to participate in this letter delivery task. No matter which floor the letter is from, the newcomers will participate. They have already experienced this kind of thing once, so they are very familiar with it.
The big man walked towards the man with glasses menacingly. Although the surroundings were very strange, he couldn't control it now. Depressed places tend to arouse people's anger more easily. This was the case with the big man now.
"Newcomer, are you serious?" The man with glasses looked at the big man, his eyes flashing coldly.
"What newbie? Why do you say something so incomprehensible? I didn't ask you this. Please tell me quickly what the hell kind of place this is and why I came here!"
"If you don't explain clearly today, I will let you know what a fist as big as a sandbag is." The big man said with great displeasure.
"Haha, newcomer, want to know where this place is? Don't worry, you will know later."
The man with glasses suddenly said with a smile, a strange feeling filled the big man's heart, and the big man stopped subconsciously, his expression changing uncertainly.
Xia Qing and the middle-aged man didn't pay attention to this. They stared at the counter with their brows furrowed and somewhat displeased:
"Why hasn't the letter appeared yet? Is there someone else who hasn't arrived yet?"
According to the rules, the post office will deliver the letter only if all the couriers involved in delivering the letter have arrived at the post office, and this time it is very likely that they will send a red letter. If there are not many people, they will not be allowed to deliver the letter.
Thinking of this, Xia Qing's face became a little ugly. She looked up at Xia Hanxin and the others, and after a moment of silence, she said:
"Is there another teammate of yours who hasn't arrived? What has he been doing? I wonder if the post office's letter delivery mission has started?"
Her tone was very unkind and her voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear her clearly.
Hearing Xia Qing's words, Xia Hanxin and the other three looked a little strange and looked at each other with the same expression.
When the big man heard Xia Qing say that the post office's letter delivery mission had begun, he immediately became confused and stared at Xia Qing:
"Beautiful girl, do you know where this place is? Can you tell me what kind of place this is? This place doesn't really look like a place for people to live. I'm not saying that, but I'm sorry.
Eerie."
Hearing the big man's inquiry, Xia Qing ignored him, but stared straight at Xia Hanxin and the others, with danger flashing in his eyes:
"Are you three mutes? You were silent when I was talking to you just now. Now I am talking to you in a loud and angry manner, and you are still silent. What do you mean, do you really think we have no temper?"
"I didn't care about you before because I needed you to deliver the letter together, but now you still do, and we don't necessarily need you. It takes us much longer to go up to the third floor than you do. According to common sense, you don't even call us senior.
It’s too much.”
"Now that senior is asking you some questions in a low voice, is it inappropriate for you to pretend to be deaf and dumb? Or do you think the three of us are weak and not worthy of your speaking?"
Xia Qing's tone was very calm and her voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it.
Xia Hanxin, Zhao Yunyun, and Liu San looked a little ugly and looked at each other. They all had no idea. Tell me, it doesn't feel good. Don't tell me. These three people have opinions...
The atmosphere became a little strange for a moment, and the hall was quiet. Xia Qing and the other three stared directly at Xia Hanxin and the others, waiting for them to speak.
The big man, the woman and the child holding the spatula also stared at Xia Hanxin and the other three. Although they didn't know what was going on, their herd mentality made them follow suit.
Xia Hanxin, Zhao Yunyun and Liu San looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes. They were silent for a while, but they still didn't speak.
When Xia Qing saw that Xia Hanxin was still silent and acting like a mute, Xia Qing's face immediately turned cold. The middle-aged man standing next to Xia Qing was staring at the wine jar in Xia Hanxin's arms.
What are you thinking about.
"Xia Qing, do you see anything about the wine jar that the woman is holding?" The middle-aged man patted Xia Qing gently and whispered.
Hearing the middle-aged man talking about this, Xia Qing and the man with glasses subconsciously turned their attention to the wine jar in Xia Hanxin's arms. When they saw clearly the wine jar in Xia Hanxin's arms, the expressions on their faces
His expression suddenly became surprised.
"This seems to be a tribute to the grave. I have seen it before, in front of an old grave." The man with glasses pushed up his glasses, his eyes flashing.
"Well, it does look a bit like it. Even if it is not a tribute, it is undoubtedly a supernatural item. I just don't know what type of supernatural item it is. If it is a supernatural item that can resist evil ghosts, the effect will be a bit big." Xia Qing said.
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Seeing both Xia Qing and the man with glasses saying this, the middle-aged man's heart became active. He stared at the wine jar in Xia Han's arms and was silent for a while before speaking:
"I have used up all the life-saving things I have on me now. I almost died last time when I delivered a letter..."
Hearing this, Xia Qing and the man with glasses remained silent and did not speak. They knew what the middle-aged man meant, which was to tell them not to snatch this supernatural item from him.
Seeing that Xia Qing and Glasses were silent, the middle-aged man nodded, with a smile on his face, and looked up at Xia Hanxin with a gentle expression:
"Little girl, can you show me the wine jar in your hand? I am very interested in this kind of old object. If you are willing to give it to me, then forget about what happened just now. We will not pursue it. If you are not willing,
That’s okay, it’s not impossible for me to get it myself…”
The middle-aged man's smile was gentle, but his words were not so gentle.
When Xia Hanxin heard this, her expression suddenly changed, and her hands holding the wine jar couldn't help but tighten:
"No way, this jar of wine is not for you. If you dare to steal it, don't blame us for being rude."
Xia Hanxin's tone was very firm, with an attitude that was unquestionable. The middle-aged man, Xia Qing, and the man with glasses looked at each other, and their eyes suddenly realized that they were not mute.
"Oh, really? Not for me? Little girl, there are some things that are not your decision."
The middle-aged man looked at Xia Hanxin with a smile, his eyes narrowed and flashing with danger.
"You, what do you want to do?" Xia Han looked at the middle-aged man warily.
"I don't want to do anything. I just want to get back the wine jar I lost a few days ago from you. Other than that, I don't have any other meaning."
The middle-aged man walked towards Xia Hanxin with a smile, and the man with glasses and Xia Qing followed suit.
When Xia Hanxin saw this posture, her face turned pale and she subconsciously stepped back, completely forgetting that she was still an international ghost master.
When the middle-aged man saw Xia Hanxin's appearance, he immediately understood that he was just an ordinary person. He probably relied on the wine jar to get to the third floor.
According to his idea, if the ghost controller would not be as cowardly as Xia Hanxin, he would have started fighting with them, so this also strengthened their determination to grab the wine jar. This kind of good thing should be taken by those in need.
It's the best use, to give it to an ordinary person, haha, it's overkill, it's a waste...
Xia Hanxin, Zhao Yunyun, and Liu San all swallowed their saliva and stepped back involuntarily when they saw the three men approaching fiercely.
The three newcomers watched all this and stopped to watch. Even the big man who danced the most powerfully just now was silent. It was obvious that he could not get involved in this situation.
He hasn't figured out the situation here yet. He thinks it's better to play it safe and wait until he understands where this place is. Moreover, looking at the three men with glasses, there is obviously something wrong. If ordinary people see him acting like that.
I have been scared for a long time. Even if there is no expression on his face, he is still feeling it in his heart. However, looking at the man with glasses, he does not look scared at all. Instead, he looks confident. It is obvious that he is not afraid of him at all.
The hall became quiet for a while, and the atmosphere was surprisingly weird. The middle-aged man walked towards Xia Hanxin and the others step by step. Xia Hanxin and the others subconsciously stepped back, with panicked expressions on their faces.
The lights were very dim, the portraits hanging on the walls were very calm, and a young man on the old stairs looked at everything with a smile. In the young man's arms was a sleeping little girl.
"Tsk, tsk, three ghost masters, one of whom is an Interpol, are actually afraid of an ordinary person and two ghost masters who are quick to revive ghosts. Xia Hanxin, you are really embarrassing me."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the hall was stunned. The middle-aged man's expression changed instantly, and he turned to look at the young man walking down the stairs.
Then he looked at Xia Hanxin and the others, his eyes filled with disbelief, Interpol, are you kidding me? How could such a person be an Interpol?
Three ghost masters, these three are all ghost masters, damn, the three ghost masters are so coward...
And where did this young man come from? How could he come down from upstairs?
When Xia Hanxin heard this familiar voice, she quickly turned her head and looked over. Her eyes suddenly became cold. But after hearing Lin Qian's words, her face felt a little embarrassed. Not only her, but also Zhao Yunyun and Liu San.
He looked embarrassed and lowered his head silently, not daring to look.
Lin Qian walked down the stairs with a smile, her shoes squeaking on the stairs.
Walking to the lobby, Lin Qian looked at the red letter that suddenly appeared on the counter, her eyes flashing red.
"The messenger on the third floor? Looks very weak. Why is such a weak person so rampant?"
Lin Qian picked up the red letter, narrowed his eyes slightly, and turned to look at Xia Qing and the others.
The expressions of the bespectacled man, Xia Qing and the middle-aged man all changed. Among them, the bespectacled man and Xia Qing had deep fear in their eyes, not because of Lin Qian's words, but because just now, all the evil spirits in them had been lost.
Control is directly suppressed to the point where it cannot be felt.
This situation occurred only because of the appearance of this young man, that's all.
"Boss, this is the wine that Brother Fang asked me to bring to Coco. He said to let Coco drink it first, and when you get back, let Coco go and get it from the old man."
Xia Han was so clever that he quickly lifted the wine jar in his arms, ran directly to Lin Qian, and handed the wine jar over.
Lin Qian looked at the resurrecting wine in Xia Hanxin's hand, the red light in her eyes faded a little, and she gave up the idea of killing Xia Hanxin now. This woman was still of some use.
"Haha, Xia Hanxin is an Interpol police officer, how could he be so cowardly? The two of them controlled a ghost's garbage, and both of them are about to resurrect as ghosts. The three of you are afraid of being like this."
Lin Qian took the wine jar from Xia Hanxin's hand, with some disappointment in her eyes:
"Forget it this time, if you do this next time, the ghost in you will belong to me."
Hearing Lin Qian's words, Xia Hanxin swallowed, with horror in her eyes:
"Boss, boss, I understand, there will be no next time, I promise!"
Xia Hanxin's tone was a little weak. To be honest, she was very afraid of Lin Qian. She was afraid of death...
Lin Qian smiled, ignored Xia Hanxin, and pinched Keke's cheek:
"Keke, don't sleep, get up."
"Dad, is it dawn yet?" Coco rubbed her eyes in confusion, with a confused look on her face.
Lin Qian's lips twitched and he placed the resurrecting wine in Coco's arms:
"Your grandpa Fang gave this to you. Drink it first to wake up from your drowsiness."
Keke was holding the wine jar, and was originally lost in the lake. But when she saw the wine in her arms, her eyes suddenly lit up. She held the wine jar, opened the mud seal, and took a big sip.
As the wine entered her throat, Coco's little face suddenly turned red and her eyes narrowed into small crescents. It was obvious that she was in a good mood at the moment. After all, she had something to eat when she woke up, and everyone was in a good mood.
Lin Qian shook his head helplessly. He was such a snack. He didn't care about Coco. Lin Qian stared at the red letter in his hand with some surprise in his eyes:
"This letter can actually be torn. Did the post office make a mistake?"
"You, who are you?"
And at this moment, the man with glasses couldn't help it anymore. After all, what Lin Qian was holding in his hand was the hope for the three of them to go to the fourth floor. If this young man's brain suddenly twitched, he tore up the letter or did something else.
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They weren't sure if they could survive, after all, this was a red letter.
Hearing the glasses man speak, Lin Qian turned his head and looked over, with a smile on his face:
"Oh, who am I? Does it matter? Shouldn't you fear for your own lives?"
"You are very brave to threaten an Interpol police officer, and he is one of my men."
Hearing Lin Qian's words, the bespectacled man's face darkened, as did Xia Qing and the middle-aged man. Listening to Lin Qian's words, it seemed that he didn't intend to let them go.
"This is actually a misunderstanding. We were just joking. We didn't really want to do anything to them. After all, we still have to deliver the message together. One more person is better than one less person, and the success rate is higher, isn't it?"
The young man spoke.
Lin Qian narrowed his eyes. This man is interesting. Even now, he is still threatening him:
"Actually, I don't need you to deliver the letter together. It's just a red letter. It's no big deal."
Hearing these words, the middle-aged man's face turned ugly and his eyes were full of gloom:
"From what you say, you must be unwilling to give in. We were just joking, and nothing irreparable has really happened. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"If we really want to fight, it won't be a good thing for you. I think it's better for us to bury the hatchet. I believe you also know what the red letter means."
The bespectacled man and Xia Qing looked a little strange when they heard the middle-aged man's words. The middle-aged man was not a ghost controller. He didn't know what happened. If he knew what the situation was now, he might not have said that.
This young man's terror is not what it seems...
Xia Hanxin, Zhao Yunyun and Liu San looked at the middle-aged man with sympathy. This guy is quite powerful.
Lin Qian looked at the middle-aged man and suddenly felt that what he said made sense. It would not be good for him to fight. After all, he was not in a good mood right now.
"Well, what you said makes sense, so I'll just follow what you said and I won't kill you."
As soon as the middle-aged man heard this, his expression softened a lot. He was about to say something like, being kind makes you rich or something, but he heard Lin Qian's next words.
"However, we'll talk about this after you survive first."
Stab
Then the middle-aged man watched Lin Qian casually tear open the red letter.
The middle-aged man's eyes were full of disbelief and horror:
"You, you, you madman, do you know what you are doing!"
The expressions of Xia Qing and the man with glasses completely changed, turning pale, with deep fear in their eyes.
"What are you doing! Do you know what will happen if you tear up the red letter? You madman! You will kill everyone!"
The bespectacled man and Xia Qing roared at Lin Qian, with endless fear in their voices.
Lin Qian was very calm about this, Xia Hanxin, Zhao Yunyun, and Liu San were also very calm. This kind of thing didn't happen once or twice, so it was nothing to make a fuss about.
Only the three ordinary people didn't know what was going on, but when they saw the appearance of the three men with glasses, they knew something was wrong:
"Young man, what on earth did you do? Why did you tear up that letter? Is there something you can't talk about?" This is what the woman holding the spatula said, looking a little uneasy.
The big man also noticed that something was wrong. The lights in the hall went out immediately, a chill appeared, and the portrait hanging on the wall trembled slightly.
The surroundings became quiet, and there were more than a dozen winding yellow mud paths. On each path, there was a figure in the shape of a lake walking towards the hall.
The sound of footsteps sounded, and the faces of the three men with glasses changed drastically:
"Damn it, I knew it."
The man with glasses quickly took out a scalpel wrapped in gold from his pocket and quickly tore off the gold paper. A coldness appeared on the scalpel and spread to the body of the man with glasses in an instant.
Xia Qing directly took out a white spiritual tablet, and without saying a word, he knelt on the ground holding the spiritual tablet. The bespectacled man and the middle-aged man plopped down and knelt behind Xia Qing. The three of them lowered their heads, feeling extremely frightened.
The big man looked at the figures walking quickly, his eyes trembled violently, and he looked like he had seen a ghost. He turned around and ran towards Xia Qing, the man with glasses.
He is not a fool. Everyone can see that something is wrong in this situation. The figures walking towards the hall are obviously not human.
Who can still walk with only half of their head? And he walks so fast. He is clearly not a human, but a ghost!
As for why he ran towards Xia Qing instead of Lin Qian, this is very simple, because these three people seem to be the most reliable.
And looking at the postures Xia Qing and the others put up, and looking at Lin Qian and the others who didn't do anything, it was easy to tell who was the most reliable by comparing the two.
The other women and children were slumped on the ground at this moment, their eyes full of fear, their mouths open, and the boss looked like he was frightened.
Lin Qian looked at all this with a smile in his eyes, rubbed Coco's head, and was in a good mood:
"I didn't expect that tearing up the red letter would attract so many evil spirits."
Lin Qian is in a good mood now. The depression of encountering the ghost in Huaihuang Village in his living memory has been wiped away.
Xia Hanxin, Zhao Yunyun, and Liu San hid behind Lin Qian in a tacit understanding, as if they were trash and asking for protection.
Lin Qian didn't care, and turned to look at Xia Qing and the others, with some interest in his eyes. They saw a white spiritual tablet and a rusty scalpel, which looked very good.
Lin Qian's eyes flickered, and she walked to Xia Qing's side, lowered her head and looked at the spirit tablet she was holding, with a little surprise in her eyes:
"There seems to be something about this thing, um, it's pretty good and it belongs to me."
Lin Qian stretched out his hand and pulled the spirit tablet in Xia Qing's arms. He casually pulled the scalpel out of the bespectacled man's hand and looked at the two supernatural objects in his hands.
Lin Qian narrowed her eyes and looked up at the old clinic that suddenly appeared and the doctor in a blood-stained coat:
"This scalpel turns out to be his..."
Lin Qian thought for a while, put away the memorial tablet and scalpel, and looked down at the three people who were stunned:
"I have already said that we will talk about other things when you survive. Now that you have done something like this, isn't this a slap in my face? I don't want you to survive."
Hearing Lin Qian's words, Xia Qing's face turned ferocious:
"What are you going to do? We are just joking. Are you going to kill us?"
The man with glasses was also extremely desperate at this moment, because those evil spirits had entered the hall. This young man obviously wanted everyone to die together, otherwise he would not have done such a thing.
The middle-aged man looked ugly. He was an ordinary person and had only delivered a few letters with the help of supernatural items. Now in this situation, he didn't even have a chance to resist.
He also understood this time that they had met a madman, a madman who didn't care about life or death. Just because they wanted to steal his wine, he actually tore up the letter and attracted so many evil ghosts.
Now he has directly taken away their life-saving items by force. This is obviously because he wants them to die! This guy is too greedy and will take revenge.
Lin Qian looked at Xia Qing, shook his head with an easy-going look, and walked towards the counter:
"There is actually no need to kill you. It's just that I'm not in a good mood right now. I just want to see if you can survive under so many evil ghosts. That's all."
Lin Qian sat down on the counter, looking very casual. Xia Hanxin and the others followed Lin Qian.
Hearing Lin Qian's casual tone, Xia Qing, the man with glasses, the middle-aged man, and the big man all turned extremely pale.
"you you you……"
Xia Qing pointed at Lin Qian and was so angry that she couldn't speak. Looking at Lin Qian's indifferent expression, she gritted her teeth and stood up, forcing a smile:
"We know we were wrong. We were wrong just now. Can you give us back our things? We can't live without these things."
In the dark hall, Xia Qing's voice was particularly abrupt among the footsteps. Lin Qian looked very calm. He took out a white plum from the painting and handed it to Coco, paying no attention to Xia Qing's intention.
At this moment, all the evil ghosts have entered the hall, and more than a dozen winding paths have disappeared. With the disappearance of the paths, the evil ghosts seem to have released their suppression.
All kinds of sounds suddenly appeared in the hall, including teeth grinding, crying, whispering, knocking on wooden boards, etc. There were many and it was very messy.
At the moment when these sounds appeared, the woman holding the spatula fell to the ground with a plop, her whole body stiffened, and body spots grew rapidly, and a putrid smell filled the entire hall.
"Ah, dead, dead!"
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old child's face was full of fear, and his body kept retreating. But whether it was because of his actions, a ghost walking towards Lin Qian paused slightly.
Immediately afterwards, the expression on the child's face suddenly stiffened and turned lifeless, and the skin and flesh on his face fell off piece by piece. However, in less than a while, only the blackened skull could be seen on his face.
Xia Qing, the man with glasses, shrank violently, and they knew that this was the evil ghost who was starting to kill people.
plop, plop
Two sounds of falling to the ground were heard, and Xia Qing was suddenly startled. He saw the middle-aged man and the big man falling to the ground with frightened expressions, and their bodies turned black and blue in an instant.
"How could the pattern of when to be triggered be so fast!"
The bespectacled man and Xia Qing looked at the two dead people in horror, with despair on their faces.
The hall was strange and cold, with more than a dozen evil ghosts gathering towards Lin Qian. Lin Qian watched all this calmly, not caring about the death of ordinary people who would die if they entered the post office, especially when he planned to clean up the post office.
, there is no difference between dying early and dying later.
Xia Qing and the man with glasses looked pale, and their bodies were filled with coldness. The man with glasses had cracks all over his body, and hands the size of thumbs kept crawling out of the cracks.
Lin Qian stared at the man with glasses, a little surprised in his eyes. He was attacked by seven or eight ghosts, but he was still alive. The ghosts in this guy were quite terrifying.
But judging from the appearance of the man with glasses, it's obvious that he won't be able to hold on for much longer.
thump
Xia Qing fell to the ground with a dejected expression and empty eyes. The man with glasses looked at Xia Qing on the ground with uncontrollable fear in his heart.
Not long after Xia Qing fell to the ground, her body stood up strangely, with a numb and strange expression on her face, and stiffly reached out to grab the man with glasses.
When the man with glasses saw this scene, his penis trembled violently. This was the resurgence of the evil ghost.
The bespectacled man looked up at his surroundings. More than a dozen fierce ghosts were walking towards them. The footsteps were very strange in the hall. He was completely desperate and turned to stare at Lin Qian, his eyes full of resentment.
If he hadn't been unable to speak now, he might have started scolding directly.
Yin and coldness appeared on the man with glasses, and Xia Qing's hand also grabbed the man with glasses. The boy's eyes shrank to the smallest size, and then his look quickly disappeared.
The ghost hands tore his skin apart and crawled out of his flesh. The ghost hands were like maggots squirming on the bespectacled man's body.
When Lin Qian saw this scene, the corners of his mouth twitched and he felt a little disgusted. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and starving ghosts with red lights appeared in the hall.
More than a dozen evil ghosts were swallowed by the starving ghost in an instant, including the man with glasses and the evil ghost who revived after Xia Qing died.
The darkness in the hall quickly disappeared, the lights flickered a few times and turned on again, and the cold atmosphere dissipated.
Lin Qian looked at the four corpses, waved his hand, and the corpses instantly turned into ashes and disappeared.
Lin Qian got down from the counter and looked up at the disappearing portraits on the wall. He looked thoughtfully in his eyes, looked around and found that there was no problem.
He set his sights on the stairs on the first floor. If nothing else happened, he would have to deliver a letter. It was on the fourth floor, but he didn't know if he could tear it up.
After thinking about it, Lin Qian took back all the hungry ghosts. This time he made some money. There were more than a dozen fierce ghosts, and the increase in supernatural power after eating them was quite considerable.
After all, the number of ghosts eaten by the starving ghosts in succession is almost hundreds. According to the current situation, apart from being unable to defeat the Cunning Bride and the grocery store owner, the ghost controllers left over from the Republic of China will die one by one.
Of course, don't come together, otherwise he won't be able to do it...
"It's time to control the ghost painting. According to the current level of terror of the starving ghost, if you enter the ghost painting, you should be able to ignore the source of the ghost painting."
"As soon as Xiaoyue's painting hangs in the post office, I will control the ghost painting perfectly. If everything goes well, it won't take long for me to successfully control the ghost painting. After mastering the ghost painting, Zhang Xianguang's plan will be completely ruined."
Lin Qian looked at the stairs on the first floor, was silent for a while, and walked towards the stairs. If nothing unexpected happens today, the letters on the fourth floor can still be torn. There were some problems with the post office today. Someone changed the rules of the ghost post office, otherwise
There will also be no red letters that can be torn.
I just don’t know if it’s Zhang Xianguang or the corpse...
If it is the former, then it is very likely that Zhang Xianguang is about to start his plan...
If it was the latter, it should mean that her body still had a hint of consciousness. As he continued to tear up the letters, the ghost post office's suppression of her declined.
Walking up the stairs, Lin Qian ignored Xia Hanxin and the others and disappeared up the stairs on the first floor.
Xia Hanxin, Zhao Yunyun and Liu San looked at each other with joy in their eyes:
"Fortunately, we are from Da Lao's side, otherwise we might have been eaten too." Zhao Yunyun said with a clear heart.
Recalling the scene just now, Xia Hanxin and Liu San nodded silently, agreeing with Zhao Yunyun's point of view.
"Well, what should I do now? The boss has gone up. There should be some letters to deliver. Should we wait here or go up too?" Liu San asked, looking at the stairs.
Hearing this, Xia Hanxin and Zhao Yunyun were silent for a while, looking up at the light bulb with evasive eyes:
"Well, let's wait for the boss here. Anyway, the boss is just going up. He might come down in a while, so we won't bother him."
Xia Hanxin was silent for a while before she spoke. It was obvious that she didn't want to watch Lin Qian kill someone. The scene was simply too cruel. Killing people, eating ghosts, and raising ashes. It was a one-stop service.
Zhao Yunyun and Liu San nodded, as if the idea was a good one...
Lin Qian walked towards the fourth floor, and Coco huddled in Lin Qian's arms, drinking wine and gnawing plums, very happy.
The old stairs creaked under the feet, and the dim lights reflected the ominous atmosphere.