Mysterious Recovery

At this moment when the corpse was successfully spliced, I thought it would wake up a ghost that had been sleeping for many years, but I didn't expect that it was the entire ghost post office that changed.

The post office was shaking and shaking, as if there had been a strong earthquake.

The post office did not collapse, but the walls inside the post office were peeling, the wooden stairs were collapsing, and the floors were disappearing.

The location of the original post office patio was no longer covered by a layer of darkness, that layer of darkness dissipated.

When Yang Jian, Ye Zhen, Li Yang, Wang Yong, Zhou Ze, and Zhong Yan were caught off guard, they stomped on the air and fell down. Every layer was cracking. In a blink of an eye, they actually did it again. Fell back to the lobby on the first floor of the post office.

Dust is flying, rubble splashes.

It seems that the old furnishings can no longer be maintained, and they are finally damaged today.

"Bah, what **** building, if you say it properly, it collapsed. The guy who built this thing must have gotten a kickback. For a typical tofu project, if you run into someone like me, you must kill him."

Ye Zhen stood on the ruins and couldn't help but spit out.

"Part of the spiritual power that maintains the post office has disappeared, so this old building reached its limit and was damaged. It was because of the corpse. The corpse opened its eyes and showed signs of awakening. Then something like this happened. Variety."

dusty.

Yang Jian stood tall, his scarlet ghost eyes swept around.

The dust that was flying immediately dissipated quickly, and the rubble on the ground disappeared in a blink of an eye.

He used the ghost domain to clean up the rubbish.

soon.

The sight of the surroundings was restored.

On the ground, Li Yang, Wang Yong, Zhou Ze and others also hurriedly got up from the ground.

Falling from the fifth floor, they were not injured.

They are all ghost masters with supernatural powers, and ordinary falls will not kill them.

At this time, everyone saw that the layout of the post office had undergone tremendous changes. This is a reciprocal-shaped building with a total of five floors upstairs, and a staircase opening appears on the wall. The staircase is a concrete structure connected to each other. Go up and down all floors.

"There is a staircase hidden in the wall." Wang Yong's face moved slightly.

Li Yang said in a deep voice: "We were attacked by a ghost on the fourth floor. When the ghost appeared, a staircase appeared, but it disappeared behind it. Now it seems that the stairs have not disappeared, but have always been. Now, it's just covered by the wall, and the messenger can't find it."

"So this is what the post office looks like? The first and fifth floors are connected to each other. There is no gap between layers." Zhou Ze raised his head and looked up slightly.

"If this is the case, then the previous post office has only been remodeled by someone, and the rules for the messenger to go upstairs were also made later, not at the beginning." Li Yang speculated.

Wang Yong groaned: "If you have the qualifications to reform the post office, only the manager can do it if you re-enact the rules of delivery."

"Knock at the door? That old man named Luo?" Li Yang looked at Yang Jian.

This possibility is very high.

The old man surnamed Luo might want to choose a new manager, so he formulated such cruel delivery rules, so that the match selected a good enough messenger to replace him.

"Wait a minute, what about the corpse?" Suddenly, the woman named Zhong Yan said cautiously.

These words immediately drew their attention back.

Everyone glanced around, looking for the female corpse that had just been spliced ​​together.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian and Ye Zhen took the lead to look up at the top of their heads.

That is the location on the fifth floor.

Although the hall on the fifth floor has collapsed, there is a corridor around the room. In that incomplete corridor, there is a strange female corpse with black letter paper stained on her skin. I don't know when I stood there, the corpse woke up, and looked down at the people downstairs.

"She is provoking me. No one has ever dared to stand on top of my Ye somebody's head and look down on me. This shows that she didn't put me in the eye." Ye Zhen was angry, and he immediately wanted to rush to the female corpse again. Fight.

But he was stopped by Yang Jian.

"What are you doing to stop me? Could it be that you think I am not her opponent?" Ye Zhen said.

"..." Yang Jian felt that Ye Zhen's mode of thinking was really speechless.

"There is no need to work with that thing. There are too many weird things in this post office. I just have to wait for Sun Rui to appear again. Before that, one thing is worse than one thing, and the state of the female corpse is very strange, not like a ghost. If you rush to kill others and cause some bad consequences, then it will be very bad for the situation."

Yang Jian said, he was observing the female corpse.

At the same time, the situation seems to have stabilized, and he doesn't want to be out of the question.

Moreover, the five ghosts in the hall on the first floor were still wandering, so he had to pay attention to it.

"Don't worry, I, Ye, is definitely not a person who has lost her reputation. She will come back when I cut her off, and it won't get in the way." Ye Zhen said.

Yang Jian said: "You might as well deal with the ghosts in this hall first when you have this time, and listen to my persuasion, and put the female corpse on the fifth floor temporarily."

He felt that there was a secret on this female corpse, and did not want Ye Zhen to destroy it.

"Well, for your sake, someone from Ye will temporarily let her go." Seeing this, Ye Zhen snorted coldly at the female corpse, and looked very dissatisfied.

But Yang Jian's words were obviously also very useful, Ye Zhen turned to look at the scary ghost figures in the hall.

Yang Jian only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this.

He was really worried that he could not stop Ye Zhen, and he was afraid that he would fight again.

Now it seems that Ye Zhen is still more face-saving, and he didn't mess around with his own character.

"Don't pay attention to that thing for the time being, and wait for a while. If Sun Rui is not dead, he should come back, and the ghost attack after tearing up the black letter has passed. There should be a paragraph if nothing unexpected happens next. Safe time."

Yang Jian faced Li Yang, Wang Yong and others.

"The ghost hasn't been resolved yet, won't it get in the way?" Wang Yong said.

He was referring to the four ghosts walking in the hall.

"As long as the law of killing is known, there will be nothing for the time being, and there is no way to deal with this ghost for the time being, I can only let Ye Zhen find a way." Yang Jian said.

Everyone nodded.

At this moment, Ye Zhen was very interested in studying the figures of those ghosts.

Although he is in the second grade, he still has the mind that should be in the supernatural event.

"The shadow is just an illusion, and the source is the key. Is it the decryption game again? Doesn't it trouble me, Ye." Ye Zhen stared at the ghosts and thought.

at the same time.

Another place in the post office.

This is a staircase that few people step on. Sun Rui limped up the stairs by himself at this moment. In front of him, there was a strange and vague figure leading the way, as if to signal him. follow.

Sun Rui did indeed do the same.

This step is very long, as if it has no end, the front is dim, the surroundings are also particularly depressed, and it is quiet and terrible, only he walks step by step and reverberates.

The cramped, dim, and depressed corridors can easily make people nervous.

But Sun Rui looked calm and not afraid.

He has experienced enough horror things these days in the post office. At that time, he lived through it alone every night, and it was nothing here.

It seems to have been walking for a long time.

soon.

The end of the steps was over.

That is a room.

There is a dim wall lamp on the left and right sides of the door, and a bronze house number is hung on the door, which says: 601.

601?

Sun Rui's expression moved slightly: "Sure enough, does the sixth floor of the post office exist? This seems to be a strange place that exists alone, not connected to the fifth floor."

When his eyes came back.

Crunch!

The door of this 601 suddenly opened.

The wall at the door flickered with sneer, but the weird old man disappeared immediately.

That figure should be some kind of spiritual phenomenon, not a real ghost, just to guide certain people into this place.

"This is letting me enter that room." Sun Rui secretly said in his heart, and at the same time he felt that his state was getting better and better, and there was no longer the agitation of the ghost's recovery.

The symptoms of his lameness are not so severe, and he walks more flexibly than before.

"There are still many people out there waiting for me to go back under the attack of ghosts, so I can't waste time."

Sun Rui didn't hesitate, he immediately walked into the room.

The room was very dark, very dark.

It was so dark that it almost made me wonder if my eyes had been blinded.

But soon, another oil lamp lit up strangely, and a strange smell filled the air.

The lamp oil exudes a smell of corpse, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

"It's exactly the same as the oil lamp I got on the first floor." Sun Rui walked towards the bright place.

Soon, he came to the location of the oil lamp.

It was a desk, old style, covered with pulp, it seemed to have been used for a long time.

On the desk was a black booklet, beside it there was a writing brush and an inkstone.

Sun Rui fixed his gaze on the little black notebook.

As for the writing brush and inkstone beside him, he ignored them. Those two things are ordinary objects, not supernatural objects. Only this black pamphlet has an ominous atmosphere.

The black paper is a bit familiar.

"It's letter paper..." Sun Rui immediately understood the style when he saw the size.

But before he could observe more, a terrifying scene appeared.

A thin old man's palm suddenly stretched out in the darkness opposite the desk. The palm grabbed a page of the black booklet and opened it gently.

On the first page, I wrote a very beautiful name with a brush: Luo Wensong.

Sun Rui's body was tight, and he subconsciously grasped, but found that his cane was no longer by his side, and his face sank at the same time.

"Luo Wensong? Last name Luo? Team Yang seems to have said that the knocker had the last name Luo before his death. As for the name, there was no ID card at that time. The file was passed down by word of mouth, so this Luo Songwen was the one. Is Luo's real name?"

"But the name is not important, it's just a code name."

He stared at the thin palm, his mind was full of thoughts.

soon.

The skinny palm opened the second page.

There was a name on the second page. That name was written with a pen and the font was beautiful.

"Tian Xiaoyue."

Obviously this is a woman's name.

"No, it's not right."

Sun Rui's face moved slightly at the moment: "This book should record the name of the manager. That Luo Songwen's name is on the first page. That means he is the first recognized manager. But after the death of Luo, the ghost of the ghost was revived and formed. The ghostly incident with the code name knocker was only a year ago."

"According to this inference, it is impossible to have a second manager."

However, the name on the black notebook is real, and the three characters Tian Xiaoyue are written in that delicate font.

This shows that there is a second manager of the post office.

But the thin palm that stretched out in the darkness did not stop, and turned to the third page.

At this time, what made Sun Rui feel his scalp numb was that another name appeared, and that name was Zhang Xianguang.

The name Sun Rui didn't know, but Yang Jian knew it, because there was Zhang Xianguang's character painting in the post office. He was the messenger on the fifth floor and successfully sent three letters to leave the post office.

But no one thought that Zhang Xianguang's name would appear here.

Could it be that he is also a manager?

Sun Rui didn't think much, but just wrote down the names of these books, and discussed with Yang Jian back.

The thin palm that stretched out in the darkness slowly opened the fourth page at this moment.

The fourth page on the black book is blank, without a name, it seems to be waiting for Sun Rui to fill in the name~www.wuxiaspot.com~Who can come here and leave the name, who will become the manager? "

Sun Rui took out a ballpoint pen he carried with him from the pocket of his shirt. He leaned down without thinking and quickly signed his name on it.

The fourth manager: Sun Rui.

Once the name is written, immediately.

Suddenly countless luminous flames appeared in the dark room, and the flames gradually lit up. They were actually oil lamps. Densely dense oil lamps were placed in various places in this room, illuminating the originally dim room No. 601.

And as the darkness faded.

Sun Rui stared at the front, but found that there was no trace of the thin palm in front of the desk. There was only a hanger in that position, and a strange black gown hung on the hanger.

There is no wind in this room.

The black gown on the hanger fluttered strangely, as if someone had moved just now.

Sun Rui stared at it with a look of fear.

He was certain that the black gown was not an ordinary piece of clothing, it was the result of the previous supernatural phenomenon.

But now he is not paying attention to this, he must find out the situation here as soon as possible, change the rules of the post office, and deal with the supernatural phenomenon in the post office.

Sun Rui looked around with the light of countless oil lamps.

Suddenly, he saw a painting. It was an unfinished painting. There were various dyes beside it. The painting was huge and weird. It was an old building: Ghost Post Office.

The post office in the painting is very rudimentary, just a rudimentary form.

"I probably understand..." Sun Rui thoughtfully.

The meaning is very clear.

The ghost post office is an unfinished painting, and every manager draws the post office he wants according to his own preferences.