Yang Jian was sitting on a black Taishi chair, and there was a chair opposite him.

Through this method, they trapped the recipient between the two chairs, leaving him unable to leave. After waiting for a period of time, the strange and mysterious recipient finally emerged.

It was a blurry figure, but it could still be judged that the figure was sitting opposite Yang Jian at the moment, with an upright figure.

Only he could see this blurry figure, and no one else could see it at all, because they didn't have the black Taishi chair as a medium, and the blurry figure was getting clearer and clearer, as if it had penetrated through the chair from an unknown supernatural place.

Likewise, it seems that Yang Jian himself was also affected.

Maybe it's not the recipient who appears, but to the recipient, the person who appears is Yang Jian.

People who do not exist in reality seem to intersect at this moment.

Yang Jian stared at the person in front of him.

The blurry figure became more real, and at the same time, the person's appearance and facial features were gradually revealed.

Before it was fully revealed, Yang Jian was certain that the recipient of the letter was not a ghost.

Because the appearance of that face was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. He was reminiscing, digging into past memory fragments, and seemed to want to recall this small detail.

Where have I seen this person before?

No.

It should be said that I have seen this slightly familiar face somewhere.

"Is it the person on one of the tombstones in the five old tombs in the old forest behind?" Yang Jian thought, but quickly rejected it.

Although there are indeed a few unfamiliar faces on the photos on the tombstone, they are all different from the people in front of me. To put it more directly, none of the photos on the tombstone have as perfect appearance as the person in front of me.

Yes.

Perfect.

To put it better, he is handsome.

This is a very handsome man, but his face is pale, as if there is no blood, and his eyes reveal an inexplicable numbness. This numbness is not the kind of emptiness without emotion, but a kind of suffering after suffering.

Numb, it seems that the recipient of the letter has experienced great torture.

"By the way, I remembered."

Yang Jian stared at this person who was getting clearer and clearer in front of him, and he remembered more and more things in his mind. Finally, an idea flashed in his mind, and a memory fragment was confirmed.

He has never seen this person, but he has seen his portrait.

This man's portrait once appeared on the wall of the living room in Room 31, Dachuan City.

It was a portrait oil painting of a character, and it looked like a photo from the Republic of China period. The person in the painting was a handsome young man, well-dressed.

"That person should be dead, why is he here?" Yang Jian had doubts and confusion in his mind.

The figure of the man who emerged is now close to the real state, but it seems to have been interfered with and hindered by something. The figure appears incomplete, and some parts of the body cannot be fully shown, and the incomplete parts are still blurred.

"There is no such man among the old tombs, so this man is the seventh person in this ancient house?"

"Then what's his relationship with the old woman in Room 31?"

A mystery emerges.

There seems to be some involvement in this. This ancient house, Room 301, and the ghost post office are all related, which leads to some stories about ghost masters in the Republic of China.

But as soon as this idea appeared in Yang Jian's mind, he immediately suppressed it.

There is no point in thinking about this.

Without hesitation, Yang Jian immediately took out the red letter and stretched it out, trying to put it in the hands of the recipient.

As long as the letter is sent successfully, the task will be completed, and the rest will be simple.

However, the recipient's numb eyes moved slightly, staring at the red letter in Yang Jian's hand. He did not reach out to pick it up. The hands never raised. Instead, after being calm for a while, he let out a soft sigh.

, this sigh seems to be full of loss and helplessness, as well as a kind of relief.

"He can see my letter."

"But he didn't want to take the letter."

"He is sighing, which shows that the content of the letter is not important. The red letter is more like a signal, a communication signal for ghost controllers during the Republic of China."

"When the signal appears, he already understands everything."

Yang Jian stared at the changes in expression on the face in front of him. A sigh and a look could tell a lot.

Obviously, this messenger mission is just for them to send a signal.

The purpose of the ghost post office has been achieved the moment the red letter appears in front of the recipient.

Yang Jian doesn't care about so many things. He wants this letter whether he wants it or not.

He immediately thrust the red letter into the hands of the man in front of him.

As soon as the letter left my hand.

The letter delivery mission of the ghost post office is completed.

"The red letter disappeared."

However, in the eyes of others, the red letter in Yang Jian's hand disappeared strangely after leaving his hand.

It seems to have been taken away by an invisible person.

"Success, the letter delivery mission is completed." Liu Qingqing said.

"It's great that there was no danger." Yang Xiaohua breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this. She felt that she could survive this letter delivery mission.

It's unbelievable that an ordinary person like me can reach the fifth floor of the post office.

"Is this the end?" Zhou Deng looked at it and felt that Tou Qi was too disappointed. He thought something unexpected would happen.

It turned out to be safer than the previous days, and there was no danger at all in the process of delivering the letter.

But when the letter arrived in the hands of the person opposite Yang Jian.

An unexpected and terrifying scene appeared.

The man in front of him began to undergo strange changes. His body was aging, as if time was passing quickly on him. The skin began to wrinkle, corpse spots began to appear on the skin, and the hair on his head began to fall...

..What was originally a handsome and mysterious man now looks like an old, rotting corpse.

And that face also underwent an unimaginable change.

That face no longer looked young, but looked like an old man. This old man made Yang Jian feel horrified.

Because this old man is exactly the same old man he buried yesterday.

Two people are the same person.

One looks like when he was young, and the other looks like when he dies in old age.

But for some unknown reason, the old man died, and the young man became the recipient of the letter and wandered around this ancient house, existing in an incredible state.

soon.

The young man completely disappeared, leaving only this decayed old man on the Grand Master's chair opposite.

The smell of corpses was permeating the air, and a cold air was overflowing.

The dead body of an old man suddenly appeared. The dead body was still holding the red letter in its hand, but now the red letter seemed to have been sealed in dust for many years. Even the envelope of the red letter was

A little faded with age.

Not so bright.

"Yang Jian, what's going on?" Zhou Deng was startled at this moment and backed away repeatedly.

He also saw the body on the black Taishi chair.

That was clearly the old man's body in the coffin.

Why.

Why did the old man's body suddenly appear in front of us? Could it be that it was the recipient of the letter just now?

"Didn't I already bury this body before? Why did it come here?"

Liu Qingqing and Yang Xiaohua also opened their eyes, looking very frightened. They subconsciously took several steps back, not daring to get close to the old man's body.

They cannot understand this situation.

Just as Zhou Deng said, they carried the coffin together to bury the old man yesterday. The burial was very deep, and the old man in the coffin was very honest and did not move.

Why did you run out today?

Or rather, as soon as I walked away with my front legs, the old man on the back legs had already revived, climbed out of the coffin, and now returned to the ancient house.

Is this what the first seven soul nights are referring to?

They were not the only ones shocked.

Yang Jian witnessed all these changes with his own eyes and was very shocked. He felt that his letter seemed to have revealed a signal and had a great impact. Otherwise, how could a handsome, mysterious man suddenly change with just a letter?

It turned into a wrinkled, lifeless corpse of an old man.
To be continued...