Return to the Post Office

The experiment in Dajing City ended with great success, but Liang Xingyang, who was far away in Dachang City, did not know about this.

Three days had passed unknowingly since they returned from the island country.

The safe house project in the sales hall of Guanjiang Community has been completed. Liang Xingyang used ghost to move the small safe house in the villa to a specially reserved room in the sales hall.

All items in the small safe house were moved to the large safe room for storage.

A week has passed since the letter delivery mission in Fu Shou Yuan.

Yang Jian was summoned by the post office for a letter delivery mission and stepped onto the post office again, heading to the second floor.

However, Liang Xingyang had already asked Yang Jian in advance to take the letter from the second floor of the post office to the lobby on the first floor and let the clone No. 1 tear it up and become a messenger.

Yang Jian has already delivered a red letter once and brought all the couriers on the first floor of the post office to the second floor. Now there are no couriers on the first floor of the post office, and he has no way to help Clone No. 1 get the third letter.

After all, only by tearing up or delivering three letters on the first floor can the stairs on the second floor appear.

It took too long to wait for the three-letter mission, and Liang Xingyang didn't want to waste time here. So he asked Yang Jian for help, and brought the red letter from the second floor to the lobby, and let the clone No. 1 tear it up, thereby becoming a messenger.

In the room on the second floor of the sales hall.

Liang Xingyang looked calm, sat comfortably on the sofa, and said to the clone number 1 opposite: "If you don't want to be the manager of the post office, you have the right to refuse. After all, you have an independent will, and you don't need to use the name of the clone

Take care of yourself, marry a wife, have children, and live out your life.”

He directly told the clone No. 1 his back-up plan and let him choose whether to become a manager.

Clone No. 1 just lowered his head and was silent for a while, then raised his head and said resolutely: "I agree with your plan."

The ghost post office has existed for a long time and is of great value.

The ghost post office is often the first to notice the occurrence of supernatural events, and then sends out messengers in the name of delivering letters to contact the supernatural events, detect intelligence, and then convey information to certain people who need support.

Modern ghost controllers will classify S-level and A-level according to the degree of harm, while the ghost post office screens messengers according to different floors, which also differentiates the difficulty of delivering letters. The two are vaguely related.

Moreover, Luo Wensong, who controlled the ghost post office during his lifetime, is suspected to be a member of Qilaozhong responsible for collecting intelligence.

If the messenger encounters a supernatural incident that cannot be handled, he will send a letter to the members of the Seven Elders, pass information to each other, and ask them to go over and solve the supernatural incident, so as to achieve the purpose of ending the supernatural recovery of an era.

Therefore, the ghost post office is an important link. Even if the ghost controllers of this era cannot find a new path, they can still learn from the practices of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China in ending the era and leave the spark of hope to the next generation.

Liang Xingyang nodded silently. Although he had made a back-up plan, he still had to respect the decision of Clone No. 1.

Since Clone No. 1 agreed, the planned plan was also revealed.

"I will get involved in the ghost post office and let you replace Sun Rui as the manager of the ghost post office."

"Actually, we can learn from Sun Rui's path. But first you have to go to the first floor to tear up the red letter and become a messenger. By then, as long as you don't go to the third floor and stay in the lobby, you will be stuck in the post office's rules. It's not the second floor

The messenger is not the messenger on the third floor, and he avoids the task of delivering messages on the third floor."

"I will send you to the oil painting and ask Yang Xiao to take care of you. When we get the black letter on the fifth floor of the post office, we will give you the letter to tear up and make you the fourth manager of the ghost post office."

"no problem.

After Clone One thought carefully, he nodded in agreement.

He has the same memory as Liang Xingyang, and can not only understand the meaning of the words, but also analyze the feasibility of the plan.

Liang Xingyang nodded and found a ghost porcelain, a red ghost candle, a white ghost candle and a scapegoat in the safe house.

Clone No. 1 put away the red and white ghost candles and scapegoat dolls, and used ghost porcelain for supernatural protection.

He is just an ordinary person, and he may be in danger when facing evil spirits, so it is very necessary to prepare in advance.

Liang Xingyang used the ghost's supernatural power to rush to Dahan City with his clone No. 1.

An unfinished building.

Liang Xingyang's silvery reflective pupils illuminated the ghost post office hidden in the deep ghosts, and the white and fuzzy ghosts invaded the unfinished building.

The surrounding sky became white and misty, as if it became less real. The unfinished building seemed to be reflected in the mirror covered by water mist, becoming illusory and strange.

Ghosts invade and the hidden truth begins to emerge.

In the blink of an eye, the unfinished building turned into a building from the Republic of China period.

The plaque at the gate is surrounded by a circle of neon lights that flash continuously. The red and green lights reflect the three words on the plaque: Ghost Post Office.

This is a real building.

A blurry white meteor burst open the post office door, and Liang Xingyang and Clone No. 1 forced their way in.

Just went in.

The first floor lobby of the Ghost Post Office.

A sickly-looking man with a cane was sitting in front of the post office counter, staring at the visitor with strange eyes.

Sun Rui suddenly stood up, his eyes kept wandering, and he pondered: "Which one is this? Real or fake Sun Wukong? Liang Xingyang, Liang Xingyang, which one of you is the real one?"

Two identical people appeared in front of him, and Sun Rui couldn't tell who was the real Liang Xingyang.

Liang Xingyang had no choice but to explain when he saw this.

Sun Rui frowned and took some effort to understand the situation.

"Without the addition of couriers, the letter delivery mission on this floor will be terminated. And when all the couriers upstairs die, the ghost post office will become an empty building, and the crisis in Dahan City will be completely resolved."

Sun Rui is the person in charge of Dahan City, and everything he does is to maintain the safety of the city.

Liang Xingyang respects Sun Rui's choice, but this approach must be coordinated with Yang Jian, otherwise no one can survive in the post office hall where darkness falls.

"Sun Rui, the oil painting on the wall is a passage, which connects to the world of oil painting. If you can't hold on anymore, you can hide inside to avoid the danger in the dark."

Although Sun Rui would discover the secrets hidden in the oil paintings when he was desperate, Liang Xingyang decided to tell him this information in advance so that the responsible city leader would have more chances to survive.

"Is there such a thing?"

Sun Rui was surprised and uncertain. He limped up to an oil painting to explore the mystery of the oil painting. He tentatively stretched his hand towards the oil painting, but to his surprise, it actually went in. Then he said with an annoyed look on his face: "The oil painting is

The secret was not discovered under my nose, I am such a failure as a ghost controller."

"It's human nature and there is no need to blame yourself."

Doppelgänger No. 1 comforted him. According to the inertia of his thinking, oil paintings are for viewing. Who would touch the painting paper and ruin a beautiful oil painting when they are idle.

Sudden.

A few rays of scarlet light penetrated through the cracks in the door and invaded.

"crunch"

A door opened.

The door was pushed open, and red light spread in.

The darkness, haze, and depression in the post office were dispelled.

"Yang Jian is here."

Liang Xingyang's bright eyes moved slightly, ignoring the dazzling red light, and looked outside the door.

The mirror ghost first reflected five superimposed scarlet ghost eyes, and then seven figures walking towards the post office appeared.

The ghost eyes on Yang Jian's forehead were moving restlessly. He was holding a red envelope in his hand and leading six couriers on the second floor into the post office.
Chapter completed!