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The fifth floor of the post office.

In room 502.

Yang Jian's eyes showed a little fatigue. He had used too much supernatural power. Even with supernatural weapons, the situation was not optimistic.

But the result is pretty good.

He successfully entered the bedroom in Room 502 and found the source of the supernatural in this room.

There is something similar to a god in the room. There are two small red lights on the left and right sides. The scarlet color is weird, but in the middle is a small figure sitting on his knees. The figure is wearing clothes and has his eyes closed.

It's like falling asleep.

"Where have you seen such an arrangement before?"

Yang Jian held the spear in his hand tightly: "By the way, I remembered it. It was in the room where the supernatural incident occurred in Room 301 of Dachuan City. There was a god in that room, but it was empty.

There are no idols to worship.”

"So, is this the thing on the divine throne?"

When the villain took a closer look, he discovered that it was not a clay statue or a wood carving, but a skinny and shriveled corpse that had been specially treated.

It's as if an unfinished ghost baby was made into such a statue by some supernatural means.

As for the purpose of this thing, Yang Jian didn't know, but he was sure that it was this ghost thing that affected the entire room.

He approached again with a vigilant look.

At this time, he found some clues. There was a photo underneath the kneeling figure. The photo was badly faded and had been for some time, but it was vaguely identifiable. The content of the photo seemed to be Room 502.

Moreover, the architectural layout in the photos is distorting and changing, like a movie screen, the picture is moving.

"This is not an accidental supernatural phenomenon, but a man-made supernatural place. Someone uses this thing to affect the entire room, creating a sinister room that can only be entered but not exited. The messenger who enters the room is also

Trapped, it also trapped the evil spirit in this room."

Yang Jian peered with ghostly eyes and roughly understood all this in his heart.

He came closer.

The scenery in front of him was distorting and changing rapidly. It seemed that no one was allowed to approach the statue. Walls appeared on the originally empty wall, and the surrounding ground changed again. Yang Jian, who was originally in the room, actually appeared in the room again.

In the living room.

Yang Jian didn't move, but the whole room moved.

No matter how he uses his supernatural power, it will forcefully knock him back to where he started.

There were mutilated corpses on the floor of the living room. There was a dull sound from the direction of the bathroom, and blood seeped out from the cracks in the bathroom door.

"I already roughly know how to deal with this situation. The supernatural has affected the entire room, so the most important thing to do is to interfere with the supernatural. As long as the supernatural is disturbed, there will be flaws in the room, and even the affected areas can be restored.

How it was before."

"Ghosts that can affect reality are not at a low level of terror. If you want to interfere with them, ordinary ghost control is impossible."

"But unfortunately, I am not an ordinary ghost controller."

The ghost shadow behind Yang Jian shook, and then a dark shadow spread out in all directions along his feet, quickly covering the ground, then the walls, and then the ceiling.

Every building in this room is covered with his ghostly shadow.

"Now, I want to see how you can affect reality and change everything." Yang Jian had no expression on his face and walked toward the bedroom again.

At this time, the walls twisted, the ceiling shook violently, and the whole room seemed like an earthquake had occurred.

Yang Jian didn't waste time, he quickly came to the room.

The god is still there.

The skinny little man on the throne is still kneeling in a photo, exactly the same as before.

The closer Yang Jian got, the more violently the nearby buildings shook.

The ghost felt the presence of Yang Jian and tried to change the surrounding environment, but this change was interfered with because the walls and the ground were covered by ghost shadows. Although this influence was very powerful, Yang Jian's ghost

You don't need to resist completely, you just need to hold on for more than ten seconds.

This little time is enough for Yang Jian to take action.

He quickly walked to the altar and reached out to grab it.

Instead of taking the corpse of the weird little man kneeling on the throne, he took away the photo underneath the corpse of the little man.

Photos are the medium, which is the key to influencing the entire room.

As the photo was pulled away.

next moment.

The shaking room immediately returned to calm, and the supernatural power no longer interfered with Room 502.

Then, the lights in the living room flickered.

The yellow light came on again.

The man who claimed to be Lao Li appeared again. He was still standing in the living room with an expressionless face, like a cold corpse. He looked at the door that appeared again, and at this moment he understood what was happening in this room.

The supernatural arrangement was broken.

"Yang Jian. You really did it."

Yang Jian tore up the old photo at this moment.

The throne was still there, but the little man kneeling on it did not move, and he did not take the initiative to contact it, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

"You showed up again?" Yang Jian glanced at him: "You have something to hide from me. This room is not a haunted room in the simple sense, but a supernatural place artificially arranged. The purpose is to trap you here.

No, to be precise, I should leave this black letter here."

"What does this mean? I think you should know."

Lao Li said: "If you can do this, it doesn't matter if you know many things. If you can't survive today, then it's useless to know. You are right, this house price was carefully arranged by the previous messenger

One bureau, because black letters appeared in the post office, they had to come up with such a method."

"A simple way to avoid being cursed by the post office without tearing up the letter is to leave this black letter in the hands of a fifth-floor courier forever."

"Ordinary messengers will be killed by the curse of the letter if they don't deliver the letter."

Yang Jian squinted his eyes and said: "So they need to artificially create an alien, that is, an existence like you, who is a messenger, a dead person, and a ghost... In this case, even the curse of the post office will

There is no way to kill you."

"So the letter was left in this room forever, and some kind of letter delivery mission was suspended indefinitely?"

Lao Li nodded and said: "Your inference is very accurate. This is the situation. This method is bold and risky, but the result is obvious. We succeeded."

us?

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed: "You also cooperated with the action?"

"Of course, I thought this was a good way and an opportunity to end the fate of the messenger."

Lao Li said: "At that time, someone had to make a sacrifice, and I was the sacrifice. This was not decided by me alone, but by everyone."

"You set up this situation, why do you want to break it now?" Yang Jian said.

"The situation has changed, supernatural events have begun to appear outside, and the post office has begun to get out of control... Everything is heading in the wrong direction. I think it is necessary for the messenger to exist. If I die in exchange for five

If the fate of the messenger ends, then the death of the messenger is the end of the supernatural events."

"This is the conclusion I came to later, so the messenger must deliver the message, must die, and must accept this fate." Lao Li said: "So, now it is the turn of the messenger on the fifth floor to take on this responsibility."

"I'm afraid that the messenger on the fifth floor is not willing to do this." Yang Jian said with a bit of a sneer.

Old Li looked numb and said: "That's true, so new messengers who are trying to break the balance are constantly dying. You have also seen the corpses in the room. These are the fifth floor messengers who died here before. If you can't do it today

, you will also be one of these corpses."

"But if you do it, then the operation of the post office will start again, starting with this black letter."

"Everything will change for the better."

Yang Jian looked at the black letter in his hand: "I'm afraid this matter is not that simple. If I get this black letter, I'm afraid it will arouse the hostility of many messengers on the fifth floor."

"Are you afraid?" Lao Li asked.

"Afraid? They should be afraid of me. The messenger on the fifth floor should be killed if he is not wrong." Yang Jian's tone was cold, as if he wanted to clear the entire floor.

"That's good. At six o'clock tomorrow, the post office will turn on its lights, and all the couriers on the fifth floor should be there. You have to be careful," Lao Li said.

"You don't need to remind me about this." Yang Jian said, "I have a few questions to ask you."

He found that Lao Li couldn't steal memories like this, so he could only ask, because Lao Li had no body and was not a ghost, but a supernatural phenomenon that relied on the existence of ghosts.

The balance in room 502 was broken today, and it is estimated that he will not exist for long.

"You can ask if you have anything." Lao Li said, "But what I know is very limited."

"What are those oil paintings of figures outside the hall on the fifth floor?" Yang Jiandao
To be continued...