Mysterious Recovery

  Chapter 1029 Old Li's Information

  The fifth floor of the post office.

  In room 502.

  Yang Jian's eyes revealed a little tiredness. He had used too much spiritual power. Even if he had spiritual 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.

In the room there is something similar to the position of a god. There are two small red lights on the left and right sides, scarlet and weird, but in the middle is enshrined a little man sitting on his knees. The little man is dressed in clothes and closed his eyes. It's like falling asleep.

   "Where does this arrangement seem to be seen?"

Yang Jian clenched the spear in his hand: "By the way, I remember, it was in the room where the supernatural incident occurred in Room 301, Dachuan City. There was a **** position in that room, but the **** position was empty. There are no idols to worship."

   "So, that's the thing on the god's position, is this?"

  The little man took a closer look, but found that it was not a mud statue or a wood carving, but a skinny, shriveled corpse that had undergone special treatment.

  It seems that a ghost baby that has not been conceived has been made into such a **** by some kind of spiritual means.

  As for the usefulness of this thing, Yang Jian did not know, but he was certain that it was this ghost that affected the entire room.

  He approached again with a vigilant color.

  At this time, he found some clues. There was a photo under the kneeling little man. The photo faded badly. It was a few years old, but it was vaguely recognizable. The content of the photo seemed to be Room 502.

  And the layout of the buildings on the photos are distorted and changed, like a movie screen, the picture is active.

"This is not an accidental supernatural phenomenon, but an artificially arranged supernatural place. Someone uses this and such a thing to affect the entire room, creating a room that can only enter and cannot exit, and it will not only prevent the messenger who enters the room. Trapped, also trapped the ghost in this room."

  Yang Jian's ghost peeped, and he understood all this in his heart.

  He moved closer.

The scene in front of me is rapidly distorting and changing. It seems that anyone is forbidden to approach this idol. Walls appeared on the originally empty walls, and the surrounding ground changed again. At this time, Yang Jian, who was originally in the room, appeared again. In the living room.

  The Yang room did not move, but the whole room moved.

  No matter how he moves, the supernatural powers will force him back to the original point.

  On the floor of the living room was a mutilated body. A dull sound came from the direction of the bathroom, and blood seeped from the crack in the bathroom door.

"I already know roughly how to deal with this situation. The spirituality has affected the entire room, so the most important thing to do is to interfere with the spirituality. As long as the spirituality is disturbed, the room will appear flaws, and even the affected area can be restored. To the way it was before."

  "The ghosts that can affect reality have a low level of horror, and ordinary ghosts who want to interfere with it can't do it."

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

  The ghost behind Yang Jian shook, and then a pitch-black shadow spread along his feet in all directions and quickly covered the ground, then the walls, and then the ceiling.

  He covered all the buildings in this room with ghosts.

   "Now, I want to see how you affect reality and change everything." Yang Jian was expressionless, and walked toward the bedroom again.

  At this time, the wall twisted, the ceiling shook violently, and the whole room seemed to have experienced an earthquake.

  Yang Jian did not waste time, he quickly came to the room.

  The **** is still there.

  The skinny little man on the **** seat still kneels and sits on a photo, exactly the same as before.

  The closer the Yang room is, the more violent the nearby buildings will shake.

The ghost felt Yang Jian’s existence and was trying to change the surrounding environment. However, this change was disturbed because the walls and the ground were covered by ghost shadows. Although this influence was very powerful, it was Yang Jian’s ghost. The eyes don't need to be completely resisted, they only need to hold for more than ten seconds.

  Such time is enough for Yang Jian to act.

  He quickly walked to the side of the god, stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

   did not take the corpse of the weird villain who was kneeling on the position of God, but took away the photos under the corpse of the villain.

  Photo is the medium, which is the key to affect the entire room.

   is pulled away with the photo.

next moment.

  The shaking room immediately recovered its calm, and the supernatural power did not intervene in Room 502 anymore.

   Then, the lights in the living room flickered.

  The yellow light comes on again.

The previous person who claimed to be Lao Li appeared again. He still stood blankly in the living room, like a cold corpse. He looked at the door of the room that appeared again, and understood at this moment. The supernatural arrangement was broken.

   "Yang Jian. You really did it."

  Yang Jian tore up the old photo at this moment.

  The position of God was still there, and the little man sitting on it was silent, and he did not take the initiative to contact, so as not to cause some unnecessary troubles.

"Are you here again?" Yang Jian glanced at him: "You have something to hide from me. This room is not a haunted room in a pure sense, but a spiritual place artificially arranged. The purpose is to trap you here. No, to be precise, I should leave this black letter here."

   "What is behind this? I think you should know."

Lao Li said: "You can do this. It doesn't matter if you know many things. If you can't survive today, then knowing it will be useless. You are right. The price is carefully arranged by the previous messenger. One office, because black letters appeared in the post office, they had to come up with such a method."

  "A way to avoid being cursed by the post office without tearing up the letter. This method is very simple, that is, to keep this black letter in the hands of a messenger on the fifth floor forever."

  "The average messenger will be killed by the curse of the letter if he doesn’t deliver it."

Yang Jian squinted his eyes and said: "So they need to artificially create an alien, an existence like you, both a messenger, a dead person, and a ghost. In this case, even the curse of the post office can't kill you. ."

  "So Xin was left in this room forever, and some kind of mail delivery task was suspended without limitation?"

  Lao Li nodded and said: "Your inference is very accurate. This is the case. 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 sacrifices. I was the victim. This was not decided by me alone, but by all."

   "You arranged this game, 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 lose control and everything is moving in a bad direction. I think it is necessary for the messenger to exist. If my death is exchanged for the end of the fate of the messenger on the fifth floor, Then the death of the messenger is in exchange for the end of the supernatural event."

   "This is the conclusion I came to later, so the messenger must deliver the letter, 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, the messenger on the fifth floor is not willing to do this." Yang Jian said with a sneer.

Old Li looked numb and said: "It is true, so there are constantly new messengers who are trying to break the balance to die. You can also see the corpses in the room. These are all the messengers on the fifth floor who died here before. If you can't do it today. , You will also be one of these corpses."

   "But you did it, then 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 it’s not that simple. I’m afraid this black letter will arouse hostility from many messengers on the fifth floor.”

   "Are you afraid?" Old Li said.

  "Afraid? They should be afraid of me. The messenger on the fifth floor should be killed if it is wrong." Yang Jian's tone was cold, as if to clear the entire floor.

   "That's good, tomorrow at six o'clock, the post office lights up, and all the messengers on the fifth floor should be there, you have to be careful." Old Li said.

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

  He found that Lao Li couldn't steal the memory in this way, so he could only ask, because this old Li had no body, not a ghost, but a kind of spiritual phenomenon that relied on the existence of a ghost.

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

   "If you have anything you can ask," Old Li said: "But I know very little."

  "What are the oil paintings of the figures outside the hall on the fifth floor?" Yang Jiandao

Lao Li was silent for a while, still showing no expression, until some strange movement came from the toilet, he immediately said, "I already had those oil paintings before I came to the post office. We guessed that those should have successfully left the post office. The messenger on the fifth floor, everyone who has delivered three letters and successfully left the post office will have an oil painting."

   "Why does the post office do this? What is the meaning of doing this?" Yang Jian frowned.

  Old Li said: “After the post office courier on the fifth floor has delivered the three letters, there are three choices. I don’t know whether the information is true or not. I can only tell you what I know.”

  "Which three choices?" Yang Jian asked.

  Old Li Dao: "The first option is to leave the post office, and the second option is to go back to the first floor of the post office, but in exchange, one person on the painting can be brought back to life."

"Um?"

  Yang Jian's eyes condensed: "Wait, those who leave the post office will leave oil paintings, so what's the point of resurrecting the people on the oil paintings?"

"It should be the arrangement made by re-absorbing the previous messengers and returning to the post office. After all, the messengers who can leave from the fifth floor are not ordinary, but everything is just speculation. Why did the post office arrange this way, I don’t know." Old Li said: "As for The third point is that instead of leaving the post office or resurrecting the people who left, they choose to go to a road leading to an unknown floor."

"Which way is what, no one knows, and no one chooses that way. It's a mystery. Some people speculate that the post office has an unknown sixth floor. Some people say that the secrets of the post office can be learned there, but no one dares to gamble in the face of the unknown. , So there is no relevant information."

  Yang Jian frowned.

  It seems that there are really many secrets on the fifth floor.

  "The last question, what does the black letter do?" Yang Jian asked.

Old Li said: "This is also an uncertain answer. If the yellow letters represent ordinary and the red letters represent danger, then the black letters most likely represent death. We suspected that the post office was going to kill the fifth floor. All the messengers in the country, that's why the black letters appeared."

   "Of course, there is another guess. I also guessed one or two from the delivery conditions at the time."

  "I still remember that the delivery condition at the time was that all messengers on the fifth floor must participate in the delivery mission. The person who succeeded in delivering the letter in the end will survive, and the rest of the messengers will be regarded as failed delivery and will be cursed after failure."

   "Only one person is allowed to successfully send the message?"

  Yang Jian's eyelids twitched: "This is indeed a death mission. All participants are dead and only one can live. No wonder you chose this method to leave this black letter in the post office without sending the letter."

   "Until now, the delivery task is still continuing and has not stopped, because the delivery task has a special requirement, that is, the task time is counted from the day the post office leaves." Lao Li glanced at Yang Jian.

"If this is the case, then the purpose of the post office is not to send a letter, but to screen out a special messenger. That person must be strong enough in all aspects, otherwise, the letter cannot be held, and it will happen after that person completes the task. What, I think this is worth looking forward to." Yang Jian said calmly.

  There is a vague guess in his mind.

  This black letter may be a post office administrator’s letter.

  The messenger who successfully sent this letter may become the new post office manager.

  Of course, this is just a guess, he is still not sure whether it is correct.

  "You should now think about how to deal with the next thing, instead of staying here, the ghost is already out of control, you will be very dangerous." Old Li said again.

  At the location of the bathroom, more and more viscous blood flowed out, and at the same time, the broken dead corpse in the living room gradually had a tendency to become active again.

  The cold air in the bedroom became thicker.

  Spirit is revived again.

  But the only good news is that the lights in Room 502 are turned on again, which means that Li Gui has been suppressed by the post office, and at the same time, there is no spiritual influence and the door exit to the outside has also appeared.

  Now, Yang Jian can go anytime~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He is not in a hurry.

  He can deal with the appearance of Li Gui. He tried to continue to inquire about the intelligence of this man named Lao Li, asking for some key information.

  "Have you ever seen a corpse in a glass bottle?" Yang Jian said again.

   "Sometimes there is the sound of glass bottles rolling in the next room, but there are ghosts in that room." Lao Li revealed a message: "There is that thing in one of the oil paintings, but it's not easy to find."

   "Is it in the next room and the painting? I know, is there any more?" Yang Jian asked.

  He only has two puzzles in his hand, and if you count these two, it shouldn’t be enough to make a corpse.

   "I don't know." Old Li said.

   "What is the identity of the body in the glass bottle? Do you know?" Yang Jian said again.

   "Someone has found it before, but they have never found it. It is a mystery. I have studied it before and finally gave up." Old Li said.

   Listening to this, the corpse in the glass bottle has existed for at least ten years, or even longer.

  (End of this chapter)