Ghost Post Office Third Floor

Room 31.

After entering this room, Yang Jian found that this room was slightly different from the room downstairs. There were no walls in the room. The original wall was covered with a thick black fog, but if you touch it, you could touch the cold wall, which looked very strange and weird.

Moreover, as the number of people in the room increased, the thick black fog in the room continued to dissipate.

Some space that did not exist was revealed.

That was an extra bedroom.

"Will there be more bedrooms here when a few people come in?"

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, observing the changes in the room.

"In this case, wouldn't a room on the third floor accommodate a messenger infinitely? If so, there might be more messengers on the third floor than I thought."

The first and second floors of the Ghost Post Office are selected for newcomers.

When I arrived at the third floor, I was already considered a qualified messenger, so the limit on the number of people in the room was lifted, which is a small benefit.

However, judging from the mortality rate of sending letters, adding a few bedrooms is not helpful.

Just looking at the dark fog around, Yang Jian felt a very strong sense of crisis in his heart, as if this thick fog revealed some unspeakable danger.

He looked up at the ceiling.

The lights in the room were not turned off at this time, even when it was dawn, the lights in the room were on.

Yang Jian also understood some of the rules in the post office for the time being.

But the place where the lights are turned on must be a safe area, the rooms on the first floor, the corridor on the second floor... and ghosts are likely to appear in places where the lights are turned off.

"Is this the room on the third floor? It feels very special."

Li Yang was a little heavy at this moment: "I seem to feel countless rooms."

"These rooms should not be real. They should be created directly by the ghost domain that influenced the material. However, I was very curious. The rooms were lit during the day. Is this a sign that there is something hidden behind these black walls? So the lights need to be turned on here to protect the messenger?"

Yang Jian reversed his thinking and inferred in turn.

"It's very possible." Li Yang felt a little horrified.

Behind the black walls, there was something terrifying and dangerous.

"This joke is not good. If there is danger in the room, then won't we have no place to stay?"

The man named Liu Mingxin had just walked into the room, and his face suddenly changed and he was startled.

"Even if there is danger, you can only stay in the room. At least there are lights in the room. Once it is six o'clock in the evening, the post office will turn off the lights and there will be evil spirits wandering outside, which is even more dangerous."

Yang Xiaohua said: "And I think there must be a reason since the third floor of the post office has designed these rooms. It is impossible for us to live in and kill us. Moreover, from the first floor to the second floor, from my personal experience, there has never been a sudden death of a messenger in the room."

"So I still believe this room is safe, at least in this weird post office."

"Good analysis, your mind is very rational." Yang Jian glanced at her and agreed with Yang Xiaohua's words.

"But this is just one of them. While the Ghost Post Office provides a safe room, I think it is a threat. If anyone touches some taboos in the post office, it is estimated that this room will no longer be a safe area, but will become an extremely terrifying supernatural area, just like the one on the second floor before."

Others felt a stern when they heard this.

This kind of guess is well-founded, not out of thin air.

"Let's rest first. Determine the situation in the past few days before you decide to act. Before that, the remaining few of you must obey my orders and never do anything randomly."

Yang Jian reminded them again with a warning gaze.

"I know, I know."

Yang Xiaohua, Wang Shan, Liu Mingxin, and Cai Yu all dared not resist.

The six people temporarily settled in Room 32.

Just as Yang Jian continued to investigate the Ghost Post Office.

Out of the country.

Dahai City, in the Pearl Building where the Supernatural Forum is located.

"How is it, hasn't the boss come out today?"

Awu from the Supernatural Forum came to Ye Zhen’s office and found the manager to ask about the situation.

"Last time, Mr. Ye didn't know what to dig in the Fushou Garden for several days. The baby didn't dig it up, but several bodies were dug out, and there was almost a supernatural incident. I finally persuaded him to stop this reckless behavior, but he locked himself in a safe house and didn't know what to do."

"It's been four days. Mr. Ye doesn't even watch anime. I occasionally hear him smacking iron inside and punching his fists. I guess he is using a ghost as a sofa bag to vent."

A Wudao: "It seems that Yang Jian's incident has greatly stimulated him. I am very worried about something unexpected happens to the boss."

The manager nodded, and he looked back at the painting hanging on the office wall.

It was printed some time ago.

In the painting, there is a person lying motionless like a dead dog lying on the ground.

And that person is Ye Zhen, the boss of their supernatural forum.

This famous painting has been completely spread in the supernatural circle.

Ye Zhen, who claims to be invincible, can be said to be embarrassed, but Ye Zhen said that he would be brave after knowing shame, and insisted on hanging this painting in the office, muttering, one day I would wash away the shame, and then say something like "Thirty days from Hedong and Thirty days from Hexi, don't bully young and rich people or the like."

The stimulation is indeed very great.

"But these are all small problems. As long as Mr. Ye is still alive, he will always be a supernatural forum in Dahai City, and no one else dares to reach in." The manager then said.

"By the way, has there been news about that Yang Jian recently? His condition must be very poor. I don't think he will die suddenly at any time."

Awu shook his head and said, "Yang Jian is very good. After he returned to Dachang City, he started the captain's plan and summoned six teammates in a short time. The list is Li Yang, Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Huang Ziya, Zhang Han, and Xiong Wenwen who was strangely resurrected. I have someone prepare the specific information and send it here immediately."

"Is the Sevens? This is another supernatural forum-level force."

The manager's eyes moved, and then sighed: "Yang Jiancheng is in a climate. Now he should be the first team of the headquarters. Fortunately, he had a gap with the headquarters last time when he was in the circle of friends. Otherwise, the headquarters would call him to deal with us one day, which would be bad. After all, Wei Jing is also an extraordinary person."

"Balance is the most important thing, right? The headquarters dare not dominate the whole family. I think Yang Jian's indulgence is deliberately done by the headquarters." Awu said.

"Yes, the disobedient Yang Jian is more in line with the current situation than the obedient Yang Jian. If the headquarters has three top ghost drivers, including Yang Jian, Ye Zhen, Wei Jing, and the second-tier captain-level figures, then the international pressure will be great. After all, foreign headquarters are eyeing us. Once we see that our strength is too strong, we may join forces to suppress it."

The manager said that he has been paying attention to the situation abroad recently and commenting on the current situation from this perspective.

And just as they were chatting.

Inside the safe house next door.

"Bang! Bang!"

There was a dull knocking sound in the room, as if he was striking an iron or as if he was wielding a fist.

This movement has been going on for several days.

Ye Zhen was wearing a dirty and smelly shirt full of mud, his hands were covered in blood and grave, as if he was hitting something.

now.

The sound stopped.

Then Ye Zhen picked up a long sword with a bumpy and slightly twisted shape on the workbench.

This sword is a craft, nothing special.

But after his efforts over the past few days, he forcibly beat a ghost into the sword.

One side of the sword was imprinted with a twisted ghost figure, which was a cracked face, terrifying and cold, and just a glance was enough to kill a living person immediately.

"If you can't see this sword, you will die if you see it. It just happens to defeat Yang Jian's ghost eyes." Ye Zhen closed his eyes and reached out to touch the sword's body.

The evil ghost on the sword was twisting and struggling, trying to come out of it.

But some kind of supernatural power restricted the ghost from breaking free and imprisoned it in an ordinary sword.

The sword is the carrier.

The evil spirit is the real terrible source.

Under Yang Jian's stimulation, Ye Zhen, the middle school disease, began to work hard and made a supernatural object in just a few days, and it was born to specifically restrain Yang Jian.

"Make another scabbard with gold so that you can carry it with you anytime and anywhere. With such a weapon, I, Ye, will definitely be rampant in the world."

Ye Zhen nodded, he felt that he was really a genius.

If you can't dig a coffin nail or find a supernatural weapon, can't you make one by yourself?

However, this has not reached the level that Ye Zhen is most satisfied with. He feels that the sword is just invisible and it is almost impossible. It would be even better if you add something else that is more lethal.

"Don't worry, let me, Ye, think slowly."

Ye Zhen was moving his little head again, preparing to add some materials to the supernatural weapon he made.

Inside the ghost post office.

Yang Jian and others on the third floor had been staying for a day without realizing it.

No other messenger appeared on the third floor except them.

As night fell, the lights on the third floor were also turned off.
To be continued...