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Chapter 1032 Obtain the Memories of the Messenger on the Fifth Floor

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    Yang Jian and Zhao Feng, the old messenger on the fifth floor, met on the stairs.

    The gloomy phosphorous sparks floated in mid-air, seemingly few in number, but they actually dispelled the surrounding darkness and completely illuminated the surrounding area. It was a bit similar to Li Jun's will-o'-the-wisps, but this phosphorous fire was obviously a one-off  A supernatural item, because the source of this phosphorus fire is the white rib in Zhao Feng's hand.

    And there are not many white ribs left, it seems that every time it is used, a part will be consumed.

    "This newcomer is not simple. He has traces of being corrupted by ghosts, and he is holding a weird spear in his hand. It should be a supernatural item he got It's just that the traces of handcrafting are heavy, like  Modern handicraft, but this guy dares to wander alone at night, he is either crazy or a fierce person."

    "If he can take the black letter from Room 502, obviously the latter is very likely. To deal with such a newcomer seems to rely on me alone."

    Zhao Feng was observing Yang Jian and analyzing the situation while the phosphorous fire was burning.

    And judging from the results of the analysis, it seems that the situation is not good.

    He felt that he seemed to have underestimated the newcomer who went up to the fifth floor this time. Before he came, he felt that this newcomer was the same as the previous newcomers, with limited abilities. Perhaps it was a bit of luck to take away the black letter. After all, he  I don't believe that anyone can really compete with so many ghosts in Room 502.

    But this time the newcomer seems to be a special existence.

    "My name is Yang Jian."

    Yang Jian glanced at the strange phosphorus fire floating in the midair, and then said: "Don't look at me anymore, this should be the first time you and I have met, and we have never seen each other before."

    "That's true, we haven't seen it before, sorry, I'm just a little curious, because I haven't met new people for a long time, I heard that something happened on the fourth floor, a ghost got into the messenger on the fourth floor, the post office is in  I issued a special delivery mission to clean up the couriers on the fourth floor, but I didn¡¯t expect someone to successfully go upstairs under such circumstances.¡±

    Zhao Feng said, and then tested Yang Jian's reaction.

    Although he seldom comes to the post office, he still pays attention to the changes and situation of the post office, and he is not completely ignorant of the ghost post office.

    Yang Jian ignored him, but said to himself: "I didn't see other fifth-floor couriers on the fifth floor of the post office, and I don't know much about the situation on the fifth floor.  You must know more about the situation than I do, how about this, you cooperate a little bit, give me the memory, let me avoid some detours, what do you think?"

    "What, what?" Zhao Feng showed a look of surprise on his fat face.

    He wondered if he had heard wrong.

    The newcomer named Yang Jian in front of him actually wants his own memory?

    "You can actually do something like stealing other people's memories?" But then, Zhao Feng calmed down, and he became more serious because he read another meaning.

    "Yes, it is not difficult for me to steal the memory of a living person." Yang Jian admitted cooperatively.

    Zhao Feng showed a sneer: "This kind of secret is leaked out at will, do you think I'm sure?"

    "Don't say that, you can resist, but I don't think your resistance is useful." Yang Jian said.

    He didn't know what Zhao Feng's purpose of coming to the fifth floor was, because he simply wanted to steal a copy of the memory of the messenger on the fifth floor. In addition, the person whose memory was stolen by him would not die. If he cooperated, even himself  I don't even know that my memory has been stolen.

    Therefore, Yang Jian didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did.

    At most, he acted a little domineering.

    But how could Zhao Feng cooperate with Yang Jian and let him steal his memory? Once Yang Jian knew about him, his identity, purpose, and some secrets would all be exposed.

    So this is absolutely impossible to promise.

    "You don't look like a newcomer at all. I regret coming to the post office alone now. If you wait for a few old friends to join you, you will definitely not survive tonight. It's a pity that I have to work overtime at night, so I can't miss work for too long.  Otherwise, fifty yuan will be deducted."

    Zhao Feng understands that this newcomer has the ability to steal the memories of living people, and now he has become his prey.

    But he is still not afraid.

    The battle between messengers is not unheard of, and this is not the first time.

    "I'm not interested in your nonsense, and I don't want to ask you anythingIn your hands, no injustice, with your ability, most of the messengers on the fifth floor are not your opponents, but don't be too happy, there are messengers on the fifth floor that you can't deal with.  "Zhao Feng smiled miserably, let go of his palm, and swung it aside.

    Trying to throw away the rusty iron hook.

    If the memory theft is true, then his supernatural item cannot be concealed.

    Everything is meaningless.

    Yang Jian glanced at the ghost, and the next moment, the iron hook that should have fallen appeared in his hand: "You want to throw it away? It's a pity, if this thing is used well, I might really die  In the hands of this thing, it is a pity that the person you met was me, and you have no chance to use the supernatural item in your hands."

    "And I also know the purpose of your coming here, you want to kill me and take the black letter from my hand."

    "If that's the case, then I can't let you live."

    Yang Jian stole more and more memories, and even knew Zhao Feng's purpose.

    The messenger on the fifth floor seems to be moving to kill himself?  Restore the balance of the fifth floor.

    Good info.

    Yang Jian quickly completed the memory theft, and then he looked at Zhao Feng, and directly erased all his memories.

    Zhao Feng hasn't died yet, but his eyes are gradually losing focus, becoming hollow, and then lose their energy, like a vegetable.

    "It's a pity that Captain Silver does not exist in his memory, that is to say, he has never had contact with Captain Silver, but I believe that he should be able to obtain information from other messengers."

    Yang Jian then walked over, pulled out his spear, and dragged Zhao Feng's body back to the fifth floor.

    No need to hang around the post office anymore.

    At six o'clock tomorrow, the post office will be very lively.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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