Mysterious Recovery

  Chapter 1030 The Gathering of Messengers

  Yang Jian got a lot of useful information from this man named Lao Li. This information is very critical and important, allowing him to get a rough idea of ​​the situation on the fifth floor of the post office.

It was learned from Lao Li that the messenger on the fifth floor of the post office had stopped delivering letters for a long time. Because the black letter was left in room 502, the operation of the post office could not be carried out normally, and the messenger on the fifth floor before I am proud to live a safe and sound life.

  Some of the messengers who came up from the fourth floor were given a short period of freedom, and some chose to enter Room 502 like Yang Jian and tried to take the black letters to restore the post office to normal, but it was a pity that the previous people failed.

  The long stalemate made Lao Li also realize the seriousness of the problem.

  The post office is out of control.

  The harm caused by loss of control is even more terrible, so Lao Li has been waiting for a messenger who can handle this black letter.

  The appearance of Yang Jian is not accidental, but he has the ability to deal with the supernatural in Room 502.

  To put it simply, he is strong enough.

  The previous messengers may have luck, brains, and abilities, but their strength is a little worse, and they can only die here very regretfully.

   "By the way, do you know a woman named Yinzi?" Yang Jian suddenly asked.

   "There is such a person, she also entered this room 502, I have a very deep influence." Old Li was silent for a moment, as if recalling the past.

  Yang Jian looked at the broken bodies all over the floor: "She's dead?"

The woman with a pseudonym of silver is a captain-level figure appointed by the headquarters. Her identity is mysterious. She was suspected to have been a messenger from the post office a long time ago, but now she is missing. No one knows that she is here. Before she disappeared, only Zhou Deng on the supernatural bus. pass.

"No, she is not dead. She is the only one who escaped from this room without taking the black letter. I never saw her again after that. She did not appear on the fifth floor of the post office." Li Dao.

   "That's it" Yang Jian frowned.

It’s not difficult to tell from the meaning of Lao Li’s words that the captain named Yinzi before him also entered Room 502 and tried to take away the black letter. Although he failed in the end, he managed to survive. Then disappeared?

  Lao Li said again: "Maybe other messengers know her whereabouts. I have been trapped here for a long time and cannot go out, so I don't know much information. Now you should go. If you continue to stay, it will only be more dangerous."

  At this moment.

   Supernatural phenomena frequently appear in this room, and Li Gui is recovering. The place is becoming very dangerous and not suitable for anyone to stay.

  Yang Jian has been staying in danger for a long time in order to ask for more information.

  This is the second time that Lao Li has urged.

   "I see, I will take care of the black letter." Yang Jian said no more, he turned and left.

  Old Li stood in the middle of the living room, like a ghost isolated from the world, trapped here, unable to break free, unable to get freedom, his emotions have been worn out, and persistence until now is nothing more than a belief.

  Being able to come to the fifth floor, and willing to sacrifice to leave this black letter at the beginning must also have an idea that he had to adhere to.

  This is by no means understandable by ordinary people.

  Like Sun Rui, as the person in charge of Dahan City, his status and status are extraordinary, and he can enjoy life to the fullest, but he bet his life on the first floor of the post office, just to deal with the ghost post office.

  After all, some things have to be done.

  And this old Li, Sun Rui, is this kind of person.

  Yang Jian once again returned to the lobby on the fifth floor of the post office.

  The eyes in the oil paintings are staring at him again. Some eyes still exude maliciousness, while others are looking and looking strangely. The people in these oil paintings have successfully escaped the existence of the post office.

   is the top messenger.

  If the person in the painting is still alive, it must be an incredible ghost master.

  "Are these eyes looking for resurrection?"

  Yang Jian's ghostly eyes turned, staring at the portrait of his father who was suspected of being painted: "If the three letters on the fifth floor can really resurrect a person in the painting, then do you want to resurrect too?"

  The man in the oil painting turned his eyes, as if he was looking at Yang Jian.

  The appearance of the people in the painting and the people outside the painting are similar in appearance, which proves that the relationship between them is extraordinary.

"If I use an opportunity to resurrect people, it means that my trip to the post office on the fifth floor is for nothing, and then I will go back to the first floor of the post office and start again. It's not worth it, but if I miss it If I do, maybe I won’t have the chance to bring my father back to life again in my life."

   Yang Jian secretly said in his heart.

  He didn't have much feelings for his dead father. Even if he did, he became a ghost master in the past year. All he has left is an obsession, wanting to get a good result.

  Finally, Yang Jian withdrew his gaze in a complicated mood.

  He did not look at the portrait again.

  This is not the time to think about these things. Tonight is not over. He should take this opportunity tonight to continue to investigate the fifth floor of the post office.

"Old Li said before that there was a glass bottle with broken corpses in one of the paintings, and another in room 501, but there should be a ghost in room 501. I don't want to provoke another ghost today. First, see if you can find the glass bottle in the painting."

  Yang Jian is watching the oil painting again, looking for some useful clues.

  Finally, he found it.

  A humble oil painting.

  The painting is hung in the corner of the wall, covered with dust, and has been abandoned there for a long time, but there is nothing in that painting, there is only one room, and there are all kinds of weird things in the room.

  There were vases with withered flowers, old tables, broken puppets, and windows nailed to boards. On the ground in this old room, a glass bottle with a dead man’s arm was left there.

  Yang Jian walked over, he took down the oil painting without saying a word.

  He reached out and touched the surface of the painting.

  A weird thing happened, his hand was disappearing, and a palm appeared on the painting.

   "It turns out that these oil paintings are all a spiritual space, you can enter, just like the ghost paintings at the beginning."

  He put his hand back, because he didn't plan to enter the oil painting at this time, as long as he found the oil painting, it was not too late to take the glass bottle when it was safe.

  However, when he retracted his hand, the scene in the oil painting suddenly changed.

  A terrible black shadow appeared on the edge of the oil painting. The shadow seemed to be a figure entering this dilapidated room.

  Then Yang Jian's palm stretched in suddenly felt strange, and it seemed that a person suddenly grabbed himself inside.

Yes.

  That’s right, Yang Jian saw that the half of the black silhouette in the oil painting was deep in the darkened hand and covered the position of his palm.

  At the same time, his body is being pulled into the oil painting a little bit.

  No, it's not that the body is being pulled, but the oil painting is actively pasting, as if to swallow oneself.

   "There are ghosts in this painting?"

  Yang Jian's face sank, he directly abandoned this arm without too much hesitation, so as not to have many dreams at night.

  The ability of ghosts to splice corpses made him easily break free, an arm was left in the oil painting, and then taken away by the fuzzy black silhouette of the figure.

  He uses his deceptive ability.

  The new arm appeared again.

  "A ghost hand should be used for the sake of safety again." Yang Jian secretly said in his heart.

  He was holding a spear with a ghost hand just now, and he was worried that there would be an accident in the hall on the fifth floor, so he used ordinary palms to test the oil painting.

  Unexpectedly, there was no accident in the hall, but danger appeared in the oil painting.

   "Every picture here cannot be underestimated, maybe there are unknown ghosts hidden." Yang Jian saw the location of the glass bottle.

   is in the innermost part of that dilapidated room.

  This means that he can't touch it when he reaches out his hand, and he has to venture into it if he wants to get it.

  The ghost in the oil painting seems to be unable to escape from the oil painting. After taking away one of Yang Jian's arms, the vague figure disappeared again, and the oil painting returned to its previous appearance.

no way.

  Yang Jian can only want to bring him to Room 507.

   "Li Yang, open the door." He came to the door of the room.

   "Captain?" Li Yang cautiously opened a crack in the door, and even got ready to do it.

  He was convinced when he saw Yang Jian's ghost eyes and the supernatural weapon in his hand.

  Ghosts can pretend to be Yang Jian, but they can’t pretend to be hatchets and coffin nails.

   "Has anything happened before? Your face is very wrong." Yang Jian asked.

  Li Yang muffled his voice and said: "Captain, you come in first. There is a ghost wandering outside. Before, a ghost used your voice to let me open the door and almost entered the room. Fortunately, I was knocked back."

  He holds the blood-stained mallet in one hand, which can quickly repel the ghost.

   Although it seems to have a small effect, it can actually save lives at critical times.

   "Is there such a thing? And Li ghost pretending to be me trying to invade the room? Why didn't I see Li Gui before?" Yang Jian stood outside the door, and he scanned back again.

  Ghost eye saw nothing.

"Forget it, all weird things can happen in this ghost place. The fifth floor of the post office is already convinced that ghosts exist on this floor. You can only be more careful. You put this picture away first, and I decide to continue. Go check the situation." Yang Jian handed the oil painting to Li Yang and did not go in.

  It's okay for him to go to the room, it's better to stay outside.

  "Are there any clues just now?" Li Yang asked after taking the oil painting.

  "Not bad. I contacted the person in Room 502 and got some important information, but the secrets of the fifth floor are not limited to these." Yang Jian roughly talked about some of the situation on the fifth floor.

  Li Yang felt incredible after listening.

  I didn’t expect such a thing to happen on the fifth floor of the post office.

  The previous messenger actually found a way to get rid of the curse of the post office without having to deliver the letter, and let the messengers who enter the fifth floor of the post office no longer need to deliver.

  It seems that there are a lot of talents among the messengers on the fifth floor.

  "Unfortunately, their cognition was flawed at the time. Although the method was very useful, the side effects were even greater. It was just that the messengers in the past did not realize it. The current loss of control of the post office has something to do with this." Yang Jian said.

   "Okay, that's the general situation, I'm leaving."

  He left some messages, then turned around and disappeared into the darkness outside the door.

  With the black letter, he completely left Room 502.

  The curse that had been suppressed for at least ten years in the post office began to appear.

   everywhere.

  Several strange roads leading to the post office began to appear formally. Each of these roads represented the existence of a messenger on the fifth floor.

  And long-term accumulation.

  There are more messengers on the fifth floor than imagined.

  The messenger on the fourth floor and the third floor rumored that there was a problem on the fifth floor, and it was suspected that all were dead. Now it seems that it is wrong.

  The messenger on the fifth floor did not die, but because there was no need to deliver the letter, he left the post office and lived in cities all over the country, hiding his identity. That’s why the fifth floor had the illusion of people going empty.

  The messenger who entered the fifth floor from behind couldn't see other people and found that there were ghosts in the room on the fifth floor. Naturally, he thought that something went wrong on the fifth floor and everyone died.

"The operation of the post office has started again. The black letter was actually picked up by the new messenger. Sure enough, the most worrying thing happened before. I haven't paid attention to the post office for too long. I thought it would be calm forever. It looks like the messenger There is still no way to change his fate." Inside an ordinary residential building.

  A man in his forties was standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette in his pajamas, frowning deeply.

   "Dad, mom told you not to smoke on the balcony and go back to sleep." At this time, a cute child about ten years old ran over and took the man's hand.

  "Go and tell my mother, I will go to bed after smoking this cigarette." The middle-aged man rubbed his forehead with some hair loss, and then returned to his mind with a smile.

   "Don't lie."

  The cute kid ran away immediately.

The middle-aged man flicked his finger and threw the cigarette **** into the trash can next to him. Then his face became gloomy: "No matter who it is, the person who touched the black letter, good or bad, should be killed. The curse of the messenger is over. Continue."

  At this moment, he made up his mind, then turned around and returned to the house.

  The light flashes.

   "My wife, I'll go out." The middle-aged man walked out the door in his pajamas and slippers.

  In another city.

   "What? Two hundred yuan for the driver's fee, okay, okay, I'll be here soon." A man running around for a living, ran on behalf of the driver late at night.

  He is in his forties, but life makes him look extraordinarily haggard.

  But this man is not tired, he is still working hard.

  However, when the man put down the phone in his hand and prepared to set off on an electric bike, he suddenly saw a strange path appear in front of him.

  The end of the road.

  A building from the period of the Republic of China is looming.

  "The mission of the post office has begun?" The man who acted as a driver was stunned, and a terrible experience that had been in the dust for many years gradually emerged in his mind.

   "Why at this time, at least let me finish this order."

  He still wants to make the two hundred dollars.

   "No, that's not right. I am the messenger on the fifth floor. Didn't the messenger on the fifth floor stop sending letters long ago?"

  He remembered again. After that incident, the messenger on the fifth floor finished his messenger task, went to his own way, and never saw each other again.

   "Could it be that someone took the black letter."

  Some details were recalled by him.

  The man who ran on behalf of the driver turned a sullen face at this time: "I have been alive so hard, why should I be disturbed and why?"

  He is extraordinarily fierce.

  The street lights on the whole road flickered, one bright and one dark.

   "If you don't want me to live well, I will make you die. If I don't earn two hundred yuan, I will treat it as buying your life."

  The haggardness on his face was never seen again, revealing the ashes of a corpse.

  The man who was driving on behalf of the driver was riding an electric car and turned around. He seemed to be going to a place, picking up some things, and picking up the identity of the messenger again.

  There are many things like this.

  The messengers on the fifth floor are mostly ordinary people hidden in the city.

  This is an agreement they had originally made.

  The identity of the messenger cannot be exposed, nor can he use spiritual power, otherwise it is very likely that he will not be able to live a normal life again.

  Compared with the horrible experience when sending the letter, they are happy to abide by this agreement and forget their identity as a messenger.

  Even if there has been a spiritual event in the city, it has nothing to do with them. They just want to live, live well, and live as a normal person.

  This is very low and very low, and it is also the extravagant request of the messenger.

  So they cherish this kind of life and work hard.

  But the appearance of Yang Jian made the fifth floor of the post office work again, and the artificial balance was broken.

  He suddenly became a target.

   has nothing to do with right or wrong, good and evil, good or bad.

  The messenger on the fifth floor does not want to continue the delivery mission, there is only one choice, kill Yang Jian, and then send the black letter back to Room 502.

  All the messengers are in action.

  And they are all putting down the things in their hands, get ready, and rush to the post office.

  All of this, Yang Jian didn't know, after all, he had only been on the fifth floor on the first day, and he didn't know how deep the water was on the fifth floor.

  Time slowly passed.

  But there are still several hours before the post office lights up at six.

  However, some messengers could not bear to embark on the road to the post office.

  It’s too long.

  The night is long and dreamy. The person who took the black letter is in the post office right now. This is a good opportunity. Even if there is danger in the post office after the lights are turned off, this danger is not completely insurmountable for the messenger on the fifth floor.

   "Boom, boom boom!"

  A series of rapid and heavy footsteps appeared on the old stairs of the post office.

  The stairs lead directly from the first floor to the fifth floor and cannot go to other floors.

A messenger on the fifth floor appeared ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It was a fat man, about fifty years old, wearing an apron at work, with a fishy smell on his body, and he seemed to be a fish killer. The hawker, and it seemed that he was working overtime at night, because there were fresh blood stains on his apron and it was not dry.

  His name is Zhao Feng.

  When he was young, he was a mature and attractive handsome guy. Now the years are aging, but now he is just an ordinary fish hawker.

  But when the letter was delivered, the former messenger gave him a nickname.

  Hooking Soul Envoy.

The nickname of    sounds like a second grade, but there was no such idea more than ten years ago.

  On the contrary, this nickname means a kind of recognition between strength and messenger.

"Kill this newcomer, and there is still time to go back and kill the remaining fish. It is not the first time to do such a thing, it will be over soon." Zhao Feng's fat face was expressionless, and a hand appeared in his hand. A rusty iron hook.

   is like a hook used to hang dead bodies in a slaughterhouse.

  (End of this chapter)