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A house wall collapsed, and corpses were scattered all over the ground.
These corpses are not ordinary corpses, but the messengers who died in this room before. The corpses were more or less controlled by ghosts before they were alive. Anyone who is not stupid will know what the consequences will be if they are released now. Know.
It can be seen that the real danger is emerging.
The exit from here has disappeared, the ghosts are recovering, and various supernatural phenomena emerge in endlessly. The current situation is a dead end for any ghost master or messenger.
With the ability of the messenger on the fifth floor, one counts as one, and it is impossible to leave here alive.
But it's a pity.
Yang Jian cannot be regarded as a normal messenger. He did not enter the post office as an ordinary person. He entered here as a captain to deal with the existence of the ghost post office.
"You can't let these ghosts revive first. No matter what, you have to suppress these corpses for a while, otherwise there are too many ghosts in the room, and even I may be in danger."
At this moment.
Yang Jian made the first move without hesitation. He held a splintered spear in his hand. He didn't need to trigger the medium of the hatchet. He strode over and slashed at the scattered corpses.
He is very strong, and the hatchet is too sharp to touch Lingyi's corpse.
One after another corpses are being dismembered by him.
There was a corpse that seemed to have just died. The moment Yang Jian used the hatchet, his gray eyes rolled and stared fixedly at him. The stiff palm firmly grasped the cracked spear.
"Can you catch my supernatural weapon?" Yang Jian's eyes turned cold.
next moment.
The fresh corpse suddenly let out a shrill scream, and then it began to rot rapidly, and the arm holding the split spear also hung down weakly.
Because the corpse lost its balance, it triggered the death curse on the supernatural item.
Even Yang Jian dare not touch this kind of curse, even if a ghost touches it, he will be attacked. Although the ghost will not die, the supernatural power will be suppressed.
Once the spiritual power is suppressed, the fresh corpse will naturally rot quickly.
Seems weird, but in fact everything is very reasonable.
With the hatchet not blocking the situation, Yang Jian directly chopped off the corpse's head, and all the strange dead corpses had been torn to pieces by him before the ghost recovered.
However, after being dismembered, there is no way for a ghost to recover in a short time.
Later.
The curse of the hatchet broke out.
On Yang Jian's body, and even on the ghost behind him, there were hideous gashs. The gashes were scattered all over the place, as if they were going to cut him into countless pieces. If the curse was allowed to erupt, his ghost would be To become fragmented, without the slightest ability to act.
But immediately after, the scarlet light on his body enveloped his whole body, and the openings that had just been opened healed up in an incredible way.
Just less than a second.
The curse seemed to have been erased, without leaving a single scar on Yang Jian's body.
"You can't be stingy, it's still necessary to restart, and it's a good deal to get these corpses dismembered in exchange for a restart." Yang Jian thought to himself.
The danger from the corpses all over the ground was easily resolved by him.
Although it seems simple, Yang Jian actually used the most powerful supernatural power he could control so far.
"The source of the ghost should not come from the toilet, but from the bedroom. I have observed the living room before. There is no special place, only the bedroom has not been there, but now the whole room has been affected by the ghost. Is the bedroom It's still the bedroom before, so I can't be sure."
Even so, Yang Jian still had to determine the source of the supernatural in a short time.
Otherwise, when the time is up, the corpse on the ground will revive again, and if he can't get out at that time, he will be consumed to death here alive, or trapped in this room.
Just when Yang Jian was trapped in the room.
Another room on the fifth floor of the post office, room 507.
Li Yang stayed in this room and was responsible for watching the door. He didn't dare to be careless, and kept an eye on the situation outside. If Yang Jian appeared, he would open the door immediately to ensure his safe withdrawal.
theIn the room, he didn't die, but he didn't deal with the ghost in room 502 either.
Everything seemed to be at a stalemate.
But outside the post office.
In an ordinary residential building in another small city, a family lived in it.
This is a family of three, a couple with an eleven or twelve-year-old child.
It's seven o'clock in the evening, and they just finished eating and are sitting on the sofa watching TV, discussing some news and gossip.
However, at this moment.
The lights in the living room flickered a few times, as if the connection was bad, and then the man in his forties on the sofa realized something and looked out the window suddenly.
Outside the window is the scene of the city, but in his eyes, he vaguely sees a building of the Republic of China with flashing neon lights in the distance.
The building does not exist in reality, it is like an illusion, and only he can see it.
"The balance on the fifth floor is being broken No one can really bring out that black letter, right?" The man stood up with an extremely ugly expression on his face.
Later, the man hurriedly picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"I already know that there is another situation on the fifth floor of the post office, and this time it is more serious than last time." A gloomy voice came from the phone, also a man.
"what to do?"
"The black letter cannot appear, otherwise our couriers on the fifth floor will be liquidated. Recently, a newcomer must have gone to the fifth floor, and that newcomer is not simple. There is nothing else to say. Just like before, join hands to kill him and continue to maintain The previous layout."
"It's nighttime, and the post office lights are off."
There was silence on the other end of the phone: "Then at six o'clock tomorrow morning, kill the newcomer before he knows the function of the black letter. At worst, grab the letter."
In a hotel in another city.
A graceful and beautiful woman in a red cheongsam was looking up at the flickering lights in the room, and then she also saw a faint road leading to the post office appeared outside the glass window of the room, but this road disappeared soon after. unstable.
"Is the mission of the post office about to start?" Liu Qingqing fell silent.
She is most worried, and the most disturbing thing will happen after all.
I thought it was not so fast, but now it seems that this luck does not exist. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com