On the fourth floor of the Ghost Post Office, three rooms suddenly opened, and three people with different expressions walked out of the rooms. The dim lights in the rooms reflected on the corridors.
"What kind of ghost is the post office today? How come the letters come so fast?"
A gloomy-looking woman stared at a letter on the counter on the fourth floor with an ugly expression.
"Who knows, the post office has been going crazy lately. One moment it can let the courier go out, and the next moment it's no longer needed. It's also a wintery night."
"There are always evil spirits walking up and down the aisles, which makes me panic a lot."
A middle-aged man with a pale face and a black cloth on his forehead said helplessly.
"You are doing well, but I am unlucky. If I hadn't felt something was wrong yesterday and moved to another room, you might not be able to see me today."
"Last night, the room opposite me was actually opened by a ghost. This really scared me. There was also a ghost knocking on the door in my room. The knocking lasted for an hour, which made me panic for an hour.
, I don’t know if you heard it.”
A young man with long hair spoke with fear on his face.
After hearing the young man's words, the expressions of both the woman and the middle-aged man changed:
"I didn't hear the knock on the door last night, what about you, Lao Wang?"
The woman looked at the middle-aged man with a black cloth on his forehead, and it was obvious that the Lao Wang in her sky was referring to him.
"Neither did I. I heard footsteps yesterday, but I didn't hear anything else." Lao Wang shook his head and said, looking a little strange.
"MD, this is weird. Isn't this ghost post office a little too outrageous? Why has it become more and more scary recently?"
The long-haired young man rubbed his messy hair and said with contentment.
"No, we have to go to the fifth floor quickly. I heard a messenger from the fifth floor said that there are some problems on the fifth floor. No letter has been sent for many years."
"We will only be safe if we go up there. The ghost post office has been going crazy lately, and the letters it delivers are becoming more and more dangerous each time. There are only seven couriers on the fourth floor, and now there are only three of us left."
"If we don't get to the fifth floor quickly, we might also die on the fourth floor." The long-haired young man said with a gloomy expression.
Hearing what the long-haired young man said, the gloomy woman and Lao Wang nodded:
"It's exactly what you said. The ghost post office has become more and more weird recently. Not only are the letters delivered more and more dangerous every time, but even the room is unsafe. If this continues, we will be finished sooner or later." Lao Wang said.
, his expression was also gloomy.
After hearing Lao Wang's words, the expression on the gloomy woman's face became even gloomier, she turned to stare at the letter on the counter and said
"Okay, let's take a look at the destination of this letter delivery. According to my calculations, we can reach the fifth floor after delivering letters three times at most. Including this time, there will be two more times."
"As long as we get through it, we will be free."
"I hope so." The long-haired young man and Lao Wang sighed.
The three of them walked towards the counter. There were footsteps in the dark corridor. The three of them came to the counter. The gloomy woman looked at the letter lying quietly on the counter. She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and picked it up.
But just as she stretched out her hand, the sound of footsteps came from the stairs downstairs. The gloomy woman, the long-haired young man, and an old man all changed their expressions, and turned to look at the stairs on the fourth floor.
Suddenly there was some surprise in their eyes:
"Is there another courier from the third floor going to the fourth floor? Why is there only one? Is there only one courier from the third floor?"
I saw a young man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a black trench coat walking up from the stairs. In his arms was a little girl holding a wine jar, taking a few sips from time to time, her little face flushed.
, I don’t know if it’s due to drinking or if it’s just natural.
"You came up from the third floor? Why are you alone?" the long-haired young man asked with some confusion.
Logically speaking, there shouldn't be only one person coming up. Even if you come up with two, you will end up alone. Of course, the little girl doesn't count.
Lao Wang and the gloomy woman stared at Lin Qian with doubts on their faces. After all, this kind of thing was a bit abnormal. There couldn't be just one messenger on the entire third floor. This was obviously impossible.
There were five or six of them when they went up to the fourth floor. There were three or four people who went up to the fourth floor some time ago. Why are they alone now? Is there something going on at the ghost post office?
Hearing the long-haired young man's question, Lin Qian chuckled, ignored it, and turned his attention to the counter, where there was a letter.
"A black letter is very common. Let's see if it can be torn."
Lin Qian walked straight towards the counter, but before he could take a few steps, he was stopped by the long-haired young man with his hand.
The long-haired young man narrowed his eyes and looked gloomy:
"Boy, I asked you something, didn't you hear?"
Lin Qian frowned and stared at the young man who controlled a powerful ghost:
"Get out of the way, I'm in a good mood right now and I don't have time to talk to you."
As soon as Lin Qian said these words, the long-haired young man's face suddenly turned ugly. Not only him, but also the gloomy woman and Lao Wang's expressions became unkind.
"Boy, you are so crazy, you..."
But before the long-haired young man could finish speaking, Lin Qian grabbed his head. With a kacha sound, his head split open, and the long-haired young man's head was ripped off from his neck by Lin Qian.
Lin Qian expressionlessly picked up the long-haired young man's head, looked at the look of astonishment on his face, curled his lips, and threw his head to a starving ghost that suddenly appeared.
The starving ghost swallowed the head in one gulp, and also swallowed the body of the long-haired young man.
All this happened so fast that the gloomy woman and Lao Wang didn't even react, and it was already over.
When they reacted, the body of the long-haired young man was gone. The gloomy woman's vagina shrank, her body took a few steps back, and she hit the counter with a plop.
Lin Qian shook off the blood on his hand and looked very calm:
"You two, do you want to die or live?"
Hearing Lin Qian's murderous words, Lao Wang and the gloomy woman swallowed their saliva and subconsciously said:
"Want to live."
Lin Qian nodded, his eyes flashing red:
"Well, I also like to live, so you made the right choice."
After saying that, the gloomy woman and Lao Wang fell to the ground with a plop, their faces full of confusion and confusion.
Lin Qian did not look at their corpses and just let the starving ghosts eat them in one bite.
Everyone wants to live, but sometimes you can't live if you want to live. It depends on whether he agrees with you living...
Lin Qian walked to the counter, picked up the letter, and suddenly understood:
"It can still be torn. There was indeed a problem with the post office today. This is a good thing for me. It reduces the time I spend delivering letters and waiting for them."
Stab
Lin Qian tore the letter open, and at that moment, the door to the room on the fourth floor suddenly trembled, and with a bang, the door was knocked open by an unknown force.
Several people with coldness all over their bodies, numb expressions, and empty eyes walked out of the room and walked towards Lin Qian's position.
Lin Qian looked at all this and threw away the letter that was torn in half in his hand. Several hungry ghosts surrounded by blood appeared next to those fierce ghosts and swallowed them in one gulp without any pressure.
At this point, the coldness on the fourth floor faded away, and Lin Qian turned to look at the letter on the counter on the fourth floor. This had just appeared, without anyone noticing, and even Lin Qian only felt a little coldness.
"The red letter is the second one today. The ghost post office is really rude."
Picking up the red letter from the counter, Lin Qian frowned as a smell of blood appeared from the letter:
"We can't tear it up. This post office has a big problem. It seems like it doesn't have enough impact."
Looking at the address on the letter, Lin Qian's eyes were a little strange:
"Baishui Town, ghost shop, room 303."
"Time: Three days later, twelve o'clock at midnight."
Lin Qian narrowed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, his eyes flashing red:
"This is undoubtedly the work of Zhang Xianguang. You want me to go to Baishui Town? Haha, don't be kidding me. The last time I had a time restart confrontation with that old guy, I could clearly see that that place was a big pit."
"It's all bullshit about the resurrection of the dead. If I go to that place, I'll be 100% disappointed. Even if the bride is fake, I won't go there. If a real bride accidentally comes,
Haha... I will spend my honeymoon directly in Baishui Town."
Lin Qian put the letter away and looked down at the floor on the fourth floor. To be precise, he was not looking at the floor, but at the bodies buried on the first floor.
"You've worked really hard to get me off your back, but do you really think I will follow your ideas? Are you kidding me?"
Lin Qian narrowed his eyes and quickly recalled in his mind the location of the ghost's body buried in the ghost post office in the original novel.
Since tearing up letters will prevent them from being delivered, I let the previous manager's body be spliced together so that she could resist part of the ghost post office's rules.
It will not be impossible to tear up the letter by then.
Thinking of this, Lin Qian looked at a room on the fourth floor, walked straight over, kicked the door open, and the door opened with a bang.
Lin Qian walked directly in. The room was very dim, with the light bulbs flickering on and off. The interior was very simple, with a bed, a table, a cabinet, and a corpse lying under the bed.
Lin Qian looked at all this and didn't care about it. A starving ghost appeared next to Lin Qian, walked directly to the bed, stretched out his hand and pulled out the motionless ghost lying under the bed, and then swallowed it without any accident.
Down.
Looking at a corner in the room, Lin Qian walked over, squatted down, his eyes flashing scarlet, and thrust his hand into the ground. The ground was as soft as sand, unable to resist Lin Qian's hand.
The floor cracked, and Lin Qian pulled his hand out from under the floor, bringing out a large piece of black soil. Lin Qian shook the soil in his hand and narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the arm wrapped in black paper money.
"The level of horror is not low. This is Zhang Xianguang's previous manager? It's a pity that Zhang Xianguang chopped him into such a bad shape."
Lin Qian stood up, held the ghost hand, and walked out of the room. Next was the third floor, where there was a foot and a torso.
After walking out of the room, Lin Qian walked down the stairs to the third floor and walked to the last room. Lin Qian opened the door violently and kicked it open as usual.
The room opened instantly, but the moment the room opened, a cold feeling rushed towards his face, and a withered and purple hand grabbed Lin Qian's neck.
Lin Qian reached out and grabbed the hand with an expressionless face, and threw it outside the door. A starving ghost was waiting with its mouth wide open. Lin Qian's throwing skills were very good, and he accurately threw the ghost.
Thrown into the mouth of a starving man.
The hungry ghost swallowed it in one gulp, and then disappeared. Lin Qian walked into the room. The room layout was very normal, with a bed, table, and cabinets. The only difference was that there was no back wall in this room.
The place was shrouded in darkness, and just looking at it revealed the strangeness and danger. However, Lin Qian didn't care about it. He came directly to the darkness, stretched out his hand and pulled out a torso wrapped in black paper, as well as a dead body.
The fierce ghost holding this torso.
Lin Qian calmly let a starving ghost eat the fierce ghost, then threw the torso to a starving ghost and let it carry it. Lin Qian turned around and left the room.
Now the torso has been found, and one foot is on the third floor, buried under the counter. It has to be said that Zhang Xianguang was really ruthless, not only cutting the person into pieces, but also the burial was very safe.
Who would usually go to the post office as a courier? I believe no one would do this.
Coming out of the room, Lin Qian looked at the dim corridor, frowned, looked up at the hanging portrait that suddenly appeared, with thoughtful eyes, took out the red letter from his pocket, and already understood.
"It's working. The Ghost Post Office has begun to change. This is a competition for the authority of the administrator. Zhang Xianguang's true body is in the Ghost Post Office, but he is not supernatural enough to control the Ghost Post Office."
"So he only has so much authority."
Lin Qian looked at the letter in his hand for a while, put it away, and walked up to the counter on the third floor. The sound of footsteps seemed particularly eerie on the silent third floor.
Under the flickering light bulbs, Lin Qian came to the counter and stared at the old counter. Lin Qian hesitated for a while and did not remove it directly. Instead, he squatted down and inserted his hand into the ground under the counter.
His arms were groping under the floor, and the floor made a creaking sound. After groping for a while, Lin Qian came across something and stretched out his hand to pull it out from under the floor.
It was a leg wrapped in black paper. Looking at this thigh, Lin Qian frowned and looked up at the hanging portrait that had just appeared. It was a portrait of a woman. The woman on it was missing a head, a hand, and a hand.
Just one foot...
Looking at this woman, Lin Qian narrowed her eyes, stood up from the ground, threw the thigh to the hungry ghost, and then turned and went downstairs.
The woman in this portrait, if nothing else, is the stump of a starving ghost.
"Has it started to recover? It's interesting."
The dark corridor was very quiet. As Lin Qian walked towards the second floor, the portrait hanging on the third floor disappeared, and something strange appeared.
Lin Qian didn't care about this. When he came to the second floor, Lin Qian looked at the room on the second floor. He began to think in his eyes and turned to look at the counter. To be precise, he looked at the wall behind the counter.
"It should be here, it seems to be written like this in the original work."
Lin Qian walked to the wall behind the counter, looked on the wall, and reached out to remove the portrait on the wall. The wall behind the portrait was pitch black, which was obviously different from other walls:
"This is it. Zhang Xianguang, the old man, hides it really well."
Looking at the dark wall, Lin Qian reached out and pulled out an arm wrapped in black paper. Feeling the coldness on it, Lin Qian threw it to the starving ghost.
He didn't pay attention to the sudden appearance of the portrait on the wall. The woman in the portrait now only lacked a head and a foot.
Walking down the second floor, a woman's head should be buried under a beam on the first floor. As for the feet, they are on the fifth floor. He can't go up now, but it's enough. It's just one missing leg, so there shouldn't be any big problem.
But there is a painting on the sixth floor of the Ghost Post Office. It is dark inside, with all the gray floating in the gray sky, and green and red intertwined in it.
A green building stands. On the old building, a signboard flashes with neon. The three characters "Ghost Post Office" are highlighted by the neon lights, and weirdness and fear spread on it.
Inside the Ghost Post Office, dozens of people were standing or sitting. Some were playing chess, while others were watching the game. The atmosphere was very lively and lively.
A young man in his early twenties was sitting on a stool, playing chess with a middle-aged man in his thirties.
Yang Xiao stared at Zhang Xianguang with a very calm expression. He picked up the chess pieces and ate one of his knights before saying:
"You seem uneasy?"
Upon hearing Yang Xiao's inquiry, Zhang Xianguang shook his head and said as calmly as possible:
"Yang Xiao, you are paranoid. What can make me uneasy? I am already like this, what else can make me uneasy?"
Yang Xiao stared at Zhang Xianguang, with some doubts in his eyes, and moved his chess to capture one of his rooks:
"Stop the car."
Zhang Xianguang confirmed slightly, looking down at the chessboard, the dead general...
"Lao Yang, this guy is not honest. Give him a nightmare and he will become honest." At this time, a messenger said with a smile.
"Yes, from the moment Zhang came in, I felt that he was not a good person. Yang Xiao made him have nightmares. After the nightmare, he became honest."
Yang Xiao listened to these people's ill-intentioned remarks and didn't care. Instead, he stared at Zhang Xianguang, his eyes flickering slightly:
"You seem to be worried about something. Do you want to tell me? Maybe I can help you."
Hearing Yang Xiao's words, Zhang Xianguang remained silent, lowering his head and staring at the chessboard with some disbelief in his eyes:
"The rules I modified are being restored. Has someone become the new manager?"
"But this shouldn't be the case. When I become the new manager, all my authority will disappear. Unless I leave the painting and go outside, I won't be able to control the ghost post office."
"The current situation is that my authority is still there, but part of it is missing, not all of it has disappeared, which means that no one can become the new manager."
"What the hell happened..."
Zhang Xianguang's eyes were full of doubts. He stared at the chess game in front of him, silent and thinking rapidly in his mind.
But suddenly he seemed to have thought of something, and his childish eyes shrank slightly:
"That woman, yes, this is the only explanation. Someone is replenishing that woman's body. Only in this way can I explain why my authority is missing."
"After all, only managers can control the ghost post office..."
Zhang Xianguang narrowed his eyes slightly and had a bad feeling in his heart:
"I just asked the ghost post office to deliver a letter to Baishui Town, but now someone is filling in the body of the previous manager."
"This guy is really rude. He is so powerful in not going to Baishui Town. How does he know this?"
Zhang Xianguang is a little curious. Many people know about the situation in Baishui Town. The old guy inside has died long ago. It is very dangerous inside. Lin Qian is curious whether he knows or not.
But why did Lin Qian know that there was the body of the previous manager in the ghost post office? He probably hadn't gone to the sixth floor yet. He hadn't read the book. How did he know?
Zhang Xianguang couldn't understand and frowned. Yang Xiao stared at Zhang Xianguang and his eyes began to twinkle:
"It seems that you have fallen into a new doubt."
Hearing Yang Xiao's words, Zhang Xianguang's hand froze slightly, but soon returned to normal, and reached out to reset the chess:
"On the next set."
Yang Xiao smiled, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and stretched out his hand to play chess.
Several people watching around scratched their faces and were confused as to what riddle the two men were playing.
The chess pieces were quickly set up, with the red chess moving first, Zhang Xianguang moving the rook, and Yang Xiao firing the cannon calmly:
"Zhang Xianguang, those of us who are dead should not get involved in the affairs of the younger generation. Your idea is too shocking. Some things are better left to the younger generation to handle."
Zhang Xianguang's hand that picked up the chess pieces froze slightly, and he raised his head and looked at Yang Xiao, his eyes dim and unclear:
"What do you know?"
Yang Xiao's expression remained unchanged:
"It's nothing, it's just that you heard some sleep talking while you were sleeping."
Zhang Xianguang's expression slowly became calmer, the chess piece in his hand fell, and the car went out, unimpeded.
Yang Xiao brought up the black cannon, the cannon in front of the troops, and the chariot.
Dadong City
The Wang family's old residence.
Zhang Xianguang held a blood-stained broadsword, looked at the broken limbs on the ground expressionlessly, and turned to look at Chen Qiaoyang:
"Is it okay for you to delay the Cunning Bride?"
Chen Qiaoyang looked at the people on the ground who had been chopped into seven or eight pieces by Zhang Xianguang. He was silent for a while, nodded and said:
"That's no problem, but you should know that the tricky bride is not easy to mess with now. The most I can do is let her follow me around, and it won't take too long. Your arrangements over there must be fast, otherwise I won't be able to delay it for too long."
"Don't worry about this. If everything goes well on our side, it can be completed in three minutes at most. That means you only need to delay it for three minutes." Nie Yingping said calmly.
"Is that so? That's no problem. As long as the Cunning Bride isn't accompanied by a few S-level ghosts, I can definitely delay it for three minutes." Chen Qiaoyang said confidently.
Hearing this, Zhang Xianguang nodded, reached out and took out a piece of red paper, read the contents on it, and frowned. After reading for a while, he put the red paper away.
"Let's go. I still have one thing I haven't finished yet. Nie Yingping also has to go to the grocery store. I'll go back and keep an eye on mine."
Zhang Xianguang glanced at the corpses of Pei Dong and his group, turned around and left, heading towards an old taxi.
Chen Qiaoyang followed, opened the driver's seat and got in. Nie Yingping sat in the back seat and Zhang Xianguang sat in the passenger seat.
The taxi roared, and a coldness filled the air. Chen Qiaoyang's eyes flickered, and the coldness in the car disappeared instantly. Didi, the taxi horn sounded, and a faint green light shone out.
The taxi drove directly towards a building at an extremely exaggerated speed. In an instant, it was already in front of the building and was about to hit it, but something unexpected happened.
The taxi passed directly through the building, sped away, and disappeared among the buildings without a trace.
Under the sky, heavy snow was flying, and a beautiful snow scene appeared in Dadong City. Corpses were everywhere in the Wang family's old house, and the smell of blood hit our faces.
I don't know how long it took, but a bell rang, a strange wave appeared, and the bodies in the Wang family's old house disappeared in an instant.
Pei Dong looked around with confusion, feeling that there was nothing wrong. The same was true for the others, and nothing unusual happened.
Until they saw the empty yard, their expressions suddenly changed:
"Holy crap, where is our taxi? Where is such a big and valuable taxi?"
Pei Dong and others ran into the yard with gloomy faces. The taxi that was originally parked here disappeared:
"Nima, people are stealing even ghost rentals these days, so they're still not human."
"Can this thing be stolen? Are you not afraid of being killed?"
Several ghost masters started to curse, while Pei Dong had a gloomy face and lowered his head as if he was thinking about something.
"No, this shouldn't be the case. We are all in the old house. If someone steals a car, we should find out immediately. How could the car be driven away without us knowing?"
"This is obviously impossible, unless, unless..." The ghost controller stammered, as if he had thought of something, and his face suddenly turned pale.
"Unless the person who drove the taxi killed us all, it would be impossible for him to drive away without us knowing."
Pei Dong said with a gloomy expression, his eyes full of fear.
As Pei Dong's words came to light, the expressions of everyone present changed, with deep disbelief in their eyes.
The air seemed to be still, everyone was silent, and their expressions were a little strange. They were more or less unwilling to believe that what Pei Dong said was true. After all, this kind of thing was too unbelievable.
They, a group of ghost masters, were killed in a taxi and then drove away. This is more or less...
"How is this possible? At this time, who can kill us all in one go? We all control one or two ghosts anyway, how could this happen?" A middle-aged man said with some doubt.
Pei Dong just glanced at the person who spoke, shook his head without saying anything, and turned around and walked into the old house.
The rest of the people looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Looking at Pei Dong leaving, everyone had no choice but to follow him into the old house.
Pei Dong's face didn't look very good, and he thought to himself:
"MD, where did this Dragon Crossing the River come from? How could it be so strong? If it hadn't been possible to restart it in the old house, we might have explained it here today."
"It's been eight lifetimes of bad luck. Not only was he killed once, but the taxi was gone, damn it!" Pei Dong secretly cursed his mother.
On a building not far away from the Wang family's old house, Wang Chaling looked at all this with a solemn expression:
"What a powerful being. One person could cut Pei Dong and his gang to pieces like this. If it weren't for the big pendulum clock in the ancestral house, Pei Dong might not have died here today."
"Where does this guy come from? He looks like he is in his thirties. Why haven't I heard of such a person now?"
Wang Chaling was thinking in her eyes, turned around and left, not caring about Pei Dong and his group. It was not the time yet. What she was looking for hadn't been found yet, so there was no rush to deal with them.
A flashing Wang Chaling disappeared on top of the building, and he didn’t know where he went.
Ghost post office.
In the lobby on the first floor, Xia Hanxin was bored and chatting with Zhao Yunyun and the others.
"Hey, you said that we want two people to join the International Ghost Controller Headquarters. Can you tell the boss that the headquarters' assessment requirements for us will be slightly, just a little bit reduced." Zhao Yunyun stretched out his hand to make a sign.
said.
"Yes, yes, I used to think it was okay not to join the headquarters, but now it seems that I must have been kicked in the head by a donkey, otherwise I wouldn't have thought that way."
"Now I want to join the headquarters, but the headquarters actually looks down on us. After all, we are also people who have controlled a fierce ghost. Why does the headquarters look down on us? Xia Hanxin, can you help us think of a way? We also want to embrace
Thighs, it’s too dangerous outside, I think we need Mr. Lin’s thighs to protect us from the wind and rain.”
Liu San said in a serious tone, with a very serious and solemn expression.
Xia Hanxin felt a little embarrassed when she heard their request. She hesitated for a while before speaking:
"Well, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I can't help you. I can't speak in front of the boss, and I can't help you at the headquarters, so I'm sorry."
Hearing Xia Hanxin's words, Zhao Yunyun and Liu San were both a little disappointed. Well, their expectations of holding on to each other were in vain.
Xia Hanxin saw that the two of them were a little disappointed. Just as she was about to say something, footsteps were heard on the stairs. Xia Hanxin, Zhao Yunyun and Liu San all looked over subconsciously.
I saw Lin Qian walking down holding Coco who was eating peaches. Behind him, there was a scarlet starving ghost. In his hand, the starving ghost was holding several pieces of things wrapped in black paper.
It looks like human hands, feet and torso.
Lin Qian glanced at Xia Hanxin and the others, ignored them, and turned his attention to a pillar on the westernmost side of the hall, where the head was buried.
Lin Qian walked straight towards the pillar. Xia Hanxin and the others looked at Lin Qian's appearance and wisely shut up and did not speak.
Lin Qian didn't pay attention to them. He squatted down in front of the pillar and looked at the ground under the pillar. His eyes flickered for a moment. Without hesitation, he reached out and inserted his hand into the ground. The yellow soil exuded a cold feeling, and a smell of earth came into his nose.
Lin Qian pulled his hand back expressionlessly and picked up a human head wrapped in black paper from the soil.
Looking at the head, Lin Qian raised the corners of his mouth slightly and tore open the black paper wrapped on it. A lifelike and well-preserved woman's head appeared in Lin Qian's eyes.
His head was filled with coldness, his eyes were tightly shut, and his face was very pale. Lin Qian put his head on the ground, reached out and took the hands, feet, and torso handed over by the starving ghost, and tore open the wrapping paper one by one.
Splice it together.
After a short while, a lifelike corpse with fair skin appeared in the hall, and a biting chill spread from the corpse.
Lin Qian stood up and looked at the female corpse with one missing leg calmly. He didn't care about anything coldly. He took out the red letter from his pocket and felt the breath on it.
After just feeling it for a moment, Lin Qian's face showed a hint of joy:
"Sure enough, I can tear up this letter now. Although I won't be allowed to go to the fifth floor, it's enough."
Looking down at the slowly disappearing female corpse, Lin Qian narrowed her eyes slightly, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and tore up the letter.
There was a stabbing sound.
Suddenly the post office seemed to quiet down, the lights in the hall began to flicker, and a coldness filled the air. A footstep sounded from the stairs. Lin Qian turned his head and looked over, frowning.
There was nothing anywhere, but suddenly, Lin Qian realized something and turned back to look at the ground.
The female corpse that was lying here just now has completely disappeared:
"Oh, have you started free activities?"
Listening to the creaking stairs, Lin Qian's eyes began to think, and she turned around and walked towards the stairs. This time, she got out unexpectedly smoothly. She tore up the letter and it was still red, and no evil ghost appeared.
Although it's a pity, this is already the best choice, it's just a ghost, and he doesn't lack the dozen or so ghosts.
When passing by Xia Hanxin and the others, Lin Qian hesitated for a while and stopped:
"From now on, if you hear footsteps when you go up the stairs, leave the stairs quickly. There is a scary ghost wandering around the ghost post office. If you die accidentally, don't blame me for not warning you."
After saying that, Lin Qian left directly and walked towards the fourth floor. Looking at Lin Qian's back, Xia Han and the others opened their mouths with confusion on their faces.
Recalling what Lin Qian did just now, they basically understood what the ghost Lin Qian was talking about.
"Did Mr. Lin personally bring out a ghost to kill us?" Zhao Yunyun was silent for a while before holding back his words.
Xia Hanxin:......
Liu San:......
Lin Qian:……
Lin Qian turned slightly to look at Zhao Yunyun, grinned, said nothing, turned around and continued upstairs.
Zhao Yunyun swallowed his saliva and hid behind Xia Hanxin. Xia Hanxin looked at Zhao Yunyun speechlessly, thinking that this guy is too arrogant. They haven't even gone upstairs yet. He can't wait for others to complain.
Are you complaining after leaving?
It’s embarrassing now, people have heard it...
Lin Qian walked up the stairs and soon reached the fourth floor. It was just a small episode before. He was not such a crazy person and would not kill Zhao Yunyun just because of a complaint. He was very kind at first and never killed anyone...
Arriving on the fourth floor, Lin Qian looked at the female corpse standing at the stairs on the fifth floor and raised his eyebrows. The stairs on the fifth floor were illusory and he couldn't go up.
At this moment, the female corpse has completed the remaining leg. I don't know if she dug it out by herself. Staring at the corpse, Lin Qian looked calm and didn't care too much. As long as it didn't attack her, it wouldn't.
Something will happen.
Looking away from the female corpse, Lin Qian looked at a letter on the counter on the fourth floor, which was still red. She walked to the counter and picked up the letter.
Picking up the letter, a red light flashed in Lin Qian's eyes. Staring at the address and time on the letter, Lin Qian felt a little surprised:
"Tianshui Town, the old house on the west side."
"Time: five days later, twelve o'clock at midnight."
"This letter cannot be torn. There are some things. You can go up to the fifth floor after sending this letter."
"Tianshui Town, what kind of place is this? It sounds like a pretty good place."
Lin Qian was thinking about this, put the letter away, and looked up at the female corpse and the portrait on the wall on the fourth floor.
Lin Qian chuckled, turned around and left the fourth floor. From today on, the ghost post office will be very dangerous, but there is no big problem. There is no courier in the ghost post office now, and there may not be any in the future. When he goes to the fifth floor, the fifth floor
How long a messenger can survive depends on his mood.
In the dim corridor, only the sound of Lin Qian's footsteps coming downstairs could be heard. The female corpse standing on the stairs on the fifth floor looked closely at Lin Qian, her body filled with coldness. I don't know how long it had passed, but the female corpse walked towards the stairs.
As I walked up, footsteps sounded.
After walking down the fourth floor, Lin Qian came to the first floor. He didn't pay attention to Xia Hanxin and the others, and left the ghost post office directly. He had to go back to Dajiang City now, stay in Dajiang City for a day, and go to Tianshui Town immediately.
It is very possible that an old guy is about to die there. Go check it out in advance. If you are lucky, you may get a very scary ghost.
Of course, not only for the sake of the ghost, but also to get to the fifth floor as quickly as possible. Xiaoyue's hanging portrait must be hung in the ghost post office as soon as possible, otherwise when he starts to control the ghost painting, Xiaoyue will have no chance of resurrection.
Now Xiaoyue is relying on the supernatural support of the ghost painting, and he will definitely take back all the supernatural power by controlling the ghost painting. By then, he will no longer be controlling Xiaoyue's painting.
It's the source of the ghost paintings that controls Xiaoyue's paintings. Once this happens, Xiaoyue's paintings will lose their supernatural power and become ordinary paintings. The only way is to hang Xiaoyue's paintings in the ghost post office and use the ghost paintings.
Only the supernatural power of the post office and the dye in the ghost post office can save Xiaoyue.
This is why he must come to the Ghost Post Office. This is not only the easiest way to resurrect Xiaoyue, but also the safest.
It is not impossible for Guigui to come up with a way to resurrect Xiaoyue, but the price is too terrible and not worth the risk. As for the human skin paper, haha, even if this ghost is afraid of himself, there will be no less holes to bury.
, bury as much as you can.
After walking out of the ghost post office, Lin Qian looked at the sun in the sky and narrowed her eyes slightly. The winter sun will make people feel very comfortable and give hope to people who are about to freeze to death.
This may be the meaning of the sun in winter. Lin Qian turned his head and looked at the unfinished building behind him, his eyes a little cold:
"Everything is about to begin, Zhang Xianguang's plan, and the beginning of my control of the ghost paintings. These will all start after I climb to the fifth floor. I don't know whether I will start to control the ghost paintings first, or Zhang Xianguang has laid out his plan in advance."
"Haha, who knows, Zhang Xianguang, let's see who lives and who dies next. I will most likely not die, what about you?"
Lin Qian laughed, and a flash of green and red flashed across the sky of Dahan City. An extremely brilliant blue mark streaked across the sky, unwilling to leave for a long time.