Mysterious Recovery

After crossing the weird corpse lying on the stairs, Yang Jian and Li Yang seemed to have passed through the dim mist shrouded on the stairs, and came to an unknown place under some kind of spiritual influence.

The second floor of the Ghost Post Office is here.

A back-shaped corridor, old and gloomy, barely illuminated by a few yellow lights in the stairwell.

The wall next to it is mottled and dim, with many stains remaining on it, like blood smeared on it and dried up, there are some weird scratches, and even some weird black pictures. I don’t know who used the ink. Formed after writing above.

The structure of the second floor is the same as the first floor, the only difference is that the hall of the ghost post office is no longer visible.

"Team Yang, we are here. This should be the second floor of the Ghost Post Office." Li Yang glanced around, then noticed behind him: "The stairs that came up disappeared."

Behind them is an old wall, the wall peeling off and spotty.

The wooden staircase no longer exists.

"It seems that this is a road of no return. People who enter the post office can only go upstairs but not downstairs, which is similar to what Wang Shan said before." Yang Jian said and looked at the time.

"The lights will be turned off in twenty minutes. Find a room to stay in. Let's see the situation first."

Li Yang said again: "Captain, that Sun Rui seems to have not come yet."

"Did you notify before?" Yang Jian asked.

"Notified."

Yang Jian said, "Just let it be notified. As the person in charge of Dahan City, he may be delayed, so just ignore it."

Talking.

He walked along this old corridor to the nearest room.

The number plate on the top of the room has changed: 212223 to 27.

2 is the floor.

The number at the back is the room number.

There are still only seven rooms on this floor.

Corresponds to seven messengers.

But this is just an ideal situation. A room can only be accommodated in one room without clear regulations. Last time on the first floor, a group of people in the Yang room stayed in the same room and it was fine.

Do not.

When a group of people stayed in the room, they were attacked by ghosts wandering in the post office.

maybe.

There is a limit to the number of people in the room, beyond which there will be people who will clean up the entire room.

Of course, this is just speculation. Whether it is really the case has not been confirmed, and no specific information has been obtained.

Yang Jian, who was walking along the corridor, stuck out a small half of the rope and looked downstairs slightly curiously.

See if you can see the first floor from the second floor.

The result was very disappointing.

Can't see the scene on the first floor, the downstairs on the second floor is dim, and you can't see everything a few meters down, like an abyss, there is no end, people subconsciously feel a kind of inexplicable fear.

Even if they knew that this was the second floor, no one would dare to try to jump down.

"boom!"

But at this time.

Sudden.

In a recent room, the door of No. 21 opened with a knock, and a violent voice echoed: "Smelly woman, get out of me, so I want to stay in my room? Who do you think you are?"

A woman with a bruise on her body was kicked out of the room heavily, and then fell to the ground in pain, her skin being worn out by the rough ground.

The blood quickly overflowed.

The look of the disheveled hair is very miserable.

"Captain, it’s the woman named Qian Rong. We met downstairs last time. I didn’t expect that she also came to the second floor. The entire floor of the messenger went upstairs in advance."

Li Yang recognized this woman at a glance.

At the same time, he quickly understood what was going on.

It must be because Yang Jian delivered the letter successfully, and she followed upstairs, and came here much earlier than them.

But on the second floor, there were not enough rooms. Qian Rong would have to contact the owner of the original room if he wanted to enter one of the rooms.

Obviously.

The contact failed and she was kicked out.

There are less than twenty minutes left now.

It's six one.

The lights at the post office were turned off, and the ghosts began to wander the post office.

Who dares to stay outside?

Qian Rong raised her head with fear and despair in her eyes. She trembled all over, and she tried to get back to this room, but was kicked over again by a man with a cold face.

"This room is full. Get away."

"Don't, don't be like this, please, let me go in for one night, just one night, just one night, I can agree to any conditions."

Qian Rong was kicked to the ground, but she didn't care about the pain on her body and was still begging.

The man with a gloomy face said: "You are noisy here again, believe it or not, I will throw you downstairs now? In the post office, it is not forbidden to kill people among the messengers, let alone you are worthless to us."

"Ah, you liars, you just said clearly that as long as I accompany you every time, let me stay."

At this time, Qian Rong collapsed to the point of screaming. She was wailing and desperate.

But she never thought of resisting.

Because she couldn't resist, she was just an ordinary woman.

This post office still believes in the rule of the weak.

"Humph."

The man with a gloomy face suddenly glanced at Yang Jian and Li Yang, his eyes moved, as if with a strong warning, telling you not to try to make trouble in Room 21.

Then there was a loud bang.

The door closed.

"Woo" that Qian Rong was lying on the ground crying, very miserable.

Yang Jian saw it in his eyes. At this moment, he slowly walked over. He came to the woman named Qian Rong and looked down at her blankly.

"Do you really want to live?"

Qian Rong saw Yang Jian, her crying a little calmed down, and then she grabbed Yang Jian's trousers as if holding a straw: "I, I don't want to die, I have a husband, children, and parents. I don’t want to die. My daughter is only five years old. I don’t want to die."

"It seems that you have a big idea to survive. It's just that ordinary people have entered this post office. In fact, death is only a matter of time."

Yang Jian told a cruel fact in a cold tone.

He was like a cold statue, without a trace of pity or sympathy.

"Please, please, help me, I don't want to die, woo," Qian Rong cried, she didn't think so much, just wanted to live.

As for how long she can live, she doesn't know and can't control it.

Yang Jian's tone was still cold: "Okay, I'll help you this time."

"Really?"

Qian Rong raised her head abruptly, her haggard face with bruises and blood stains, and the boss with his eyes open seemed to be full of incredible.

"Only this time, because the messenger on the first floor went upstairs early because of my arrival. This should have interfered with the normal operation of the post office, so it should be compensated. In addition, the person who looked at me just now looked very wrong. It seems to be provoking me. It just so happens that I also need a room to stay for one night, so I'll use them for surgery."

Yang Jian retracted his gaze and raised his head to look at Room 21.

"Li Yang, open the door."

"Okay, Captain."

Li Yang immediately came to the door of Room 21.

This old wooden door is locked from the inside, it is not easy to open it.

However, as soon as he touched the upper door handle, the old wooden door creaked and opened easily, which was a little weird.

The door opened.

A cloud of muddy air spread over the surface.

Smoke, musty, and sour smell make people uncomfortable.

"At this time, does anyone want to die when he opens the door?" A roar came from inside, and a man in a vest said angrily.

But before he finished speaking, he saw Li Yang and Yang Jian standing at the door.

"There are still people out there? Two friends, just stay away if you know each other. This room is full. You are not welcome. If you don't listen to the warning, I can't guarantee anything will happen later."

The man in the vest had a grim face and said threateningly.

Yang Jian didn't speak, ignoring this person's warning, and walked directly into the room.

"Smelly boy, I'm talking to you? A messenger who just came upstairs dare to put on the score here, are you looking for death?"

The man in the vest picked up a baseball bat from the side and rushed over, raising his hand to hit it.

You're really welcome.

But the next moment.

A cold golden pistol was pressed against his forehead.

"Brother, brother, cold, calm, killing is illegal."

The man in the vest immediately froze with his hands in the air, and cold sweat broke out on his face.

While speaking, he glanced slightly at the wooden table next to him.

There is a duffel bag.

There are also firearms inside.

He can come to the second floor as a messenger, naturally it is impossible for him to be unprepared at all.

It's just that this stuff is usually taboo, and I don't dare to expose it casually in the duffel bag. If the stuff is caught, it will go to jail.

When the time comes, it will affect the delivery of letters and I don't know how to die.

boom!

But the next moment.

The gun went off.

The man in the vest immediately fell to the ground with a thud, blood sputtering, and his body convulsed.

"Trash like you is also a vicious criminal if you put it outside. Instead of keeping you sending letters and making trouble, it's better to send you on the road now."

Yang Jian looked indifferent and killed this guy without hesitation.

However, the gun fired.

The room inside suddenly opened.

"What happened? What happened."

Hearing the huge sudden movement, the cold-faced man rushed out quickly. When he saw the twitching corpse on the ground and Yang Jian standing in the living room, his eyes suddenly condensed.

"It's you?"

He had seen Yang Jian outside just now.

Thinking that this guy wouldn't make trouble, he unexpectedly rushed in.

"not good."

This cold-faced man reacted, knowing that Yang Jian had a weapon in his hand, he turned around and returned to the room, ready to respond.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, looked at him, and then strode over.

The man who immediately closed the room quickly pulled out the duffel bag, preparing the guy to come out.

"Chen Xing, something happened outside, the gun was shot like this." There was also a man in the room.

"There are people coming up on the first floor, not only the woman just now, but also two men, his mother, what's going on today, why are so many people coming up in one breath, and this person is very difficult to deal with, so he went up and killed Lao Xu. , It's coming to us now."

The man named Chen Xing had cold sweat on his forehead.

Although it wasn't a spiritual encounter, such a rage was also very dangerous, and he might die here today.

"Then kill the two outside."

The other man didn't care about Lao Xu's death. He stood up and got up and took out his weapon directly.

The reason they have so many weapons in their hands is because Chen Xing went abroad.

The post office can bring people from any place, and naturally it can also take advantage of this convenience to do something.

But the weapon only bullied some newcomers who came upstairs and downstairs.

When encountering some special messengers, the role of weapons has no effect.

However, when two people were preparing to do it.

The door was kicked open by Yang Jian.

The huge force hit a person directly and passed out in an instant.

"You" Chen Xing was shocked, and hurriedly wanted to fight back.

However, his fingers froze, unable to move.

I don't know when, a cold, black palm covered the back of his hand, grabbing his finger firmly, unable to pull the trigger.

ghost?

Chen Xing's scalp burst instantly, and he subconsciously wanted to get rid of that thing like an electric shock.

"Are the three of you in the room?" Yang Jian ignored him and took a short look.

There are indeed only three.

It seems that these three people are in a temporary team, after all, it is still very difficult to send a letter by one person.

Or, they were both messengers in Room 21, but they all survived because of luck, so they stayed in the same room.

"Who are you? The messenger downstairs can't have a character like you."

Chen Xing felt that the cold palm lying on the back of his hand was silent.

He understood.

Everything is the ghost of the person in front of you.

This person can control the ghost in the supernatural.

Such a method, even the messenger on the third floor, may not be able to do the right thing.

But the more so, the more frightened he is.

It seems that he was targeted by an incredible person.

"It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is whether you can survive in the corridor outside after the lights are turned off at six o'clock." Yang Jian asked indifferently.

Click!

"what!"

Chen Xing let out a scream, his entire arm was weirdly twisted, and all this was caused by only a palm resting on his arm.

It's just a palm, no arms, cold and black, but I don't know why I have such strength.

Although Guishou's suppressing quota was used for the ghost's eyes.

But the ghost of Guishou itself is still there.

It's easy to deal with ordinary people if you can't deal with ghost riders.

"Let it go, let me go, it's not good for you to kill me. Although the messengers can't help but hurt each other, some letters require the number of people. If there are fewer people, the delivery of letters is almost impossible to succeed." Chen Xing coldly sweated. Mao, he hurriedly said.

"Really? That's a pity, I have enough people here." Yang Jian said.

Before he finished speaking, the man let out another scream.

One leg twisted and deformed, and the sound of bone cracking sounded dullly.

After a while.

Yang Jian dragged this person out of Room 21.

"Let him stay outside tonight to see if he will be okay, and you can clean up the garbage in my room." Yang Jian said.

"Okay, Captain."

Li Yang glanced at the man named Chen Xing without any sympathy.

This guy is not a good person, he deserves to be killed.

It's not dead now, just because there is still a little surplus value.

However, out of carefulness, Li Yang still asked: "Captain, do I need to ask for some information?"

"No, the messenger on the second floor probably knows very little. My goal is to go to the fourth floor at least." Yang Jian said.

Chen Xing was quickly thrown in the corridor. He was in a cold sweat and painful. His heart was full of anger, and he wanted to kill this guy's family.

But he dared not speak out.

This messenger from the first floor actually got supernatural power, which is simply incredible.

In the face of such a person, he does not have the capital to resist.

However, soon, a wave of fear came out of his heart again. He knew that six o'clock was about to arrive, and the lights in the post office were going to be turned off.

The messenger on the second floor of the horror after the lights went out, no one didn't know.

After all, they are not newcomers anymore.

"You can come in now."

Yang Jian looked at the woman named Qian Rong.

Qian Rong was uneasy at the moment, she didn't even dare to look up at Yang Jian, lowered her head, and cringed into the room.

Yang Jian looked at the time.

There are less than ten minutes left before the lights are turned off~www.NovelMTL.com~Wang Shan on the first floor and the person named Wanxing did not show up, and Sun Rui did not show up. This is not a coincidence. It should be that they have arrived early. A room. "Yang Jian looked at it.

At the moment there is no room to open the door.

The door to each room is closed, and the movement just now did not attract other people out.

But it is a bit unreasonable.

If Sun Rui arrived, there is no reason not to meet.

"Could it be an accident?" Yang Jian pondered again.

"Forget it, see the situation tomorrow."

Did not think much.

He turned and returned to the room.

After all, the lights are going to be turned off now, and he doesn't want to encounter the ghosts in the post office in this state.