Chapter 99 The bloody storm in the ghost post office
He Yin'er breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, it has now become the security guard of the Peace Hotel, or it has become a puzzle piece of the Peace Hotel. If it is allowed to wander outside, As long as you give it enough time to develop, I'm afraid it will sweep the entire world and destroy it!"
This kind of murderous ghost is really disappointing.
Fortunately, I met Lin Yuan when I was weak, otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.
Zhang Xianguang's eyes turned to the knocker held by the ghost post with complicated eyes, "This is the knocker, it is... the supernatural power that was dismembered by Luo Wensong, the first manager of the ghost post office. It should have just been After all, Luo Wensong died not long ago. Unexpectedly, he was captured by the Peace Hotel and turned into a guard dog. ”
The supernatural powers of ghosts are unique.
Zhang Xianguang knows Luo Wensong's situation very well. Even if the knocker changes his appearance, the supernatural power is there and he will never admit his mistake.
The first manager of the Ghost Post Office, Luo Wensong, died not long ago?
He Yin'er suddenly raised his head and stared at Zhang Xianguang, "You mean, Luo Wensong has lived until recently, starting from the Republic of China?"
Zhang Xianguang chuckled: "It's nothing. It’s surprising that there aren’t many old people who lived during the Republic of China, but there are quite a few of them in this hotel.”
He Yin'er's first reaction was Lin Yuan, because Lin Yuan's strength was too terrifying. But when she discovered that Zhang Xianguang was looking at the scapegoat behind the cashier, she had a better answer: "Meng Xiaodong, Grandma Meng?”
“Yes, she is a person of the same era as my father.” Zhang Xianguang snorted, his attitude was a bit complicated.
He Yin'er asked: "A man of the same era as your father? But you look so young, you don't have to be old to have a son, right?"
"I am not young either. Well, if you really think about it, I'm afraid it's much bigger than your father." Zhang Xianguang was not polite at all, "Don't you want to know more about the ghost post office? Then I can tell you that I am a ghost. The third manager of the post office is also the current manager. The real ghost post office is not what you see, but is hidden in the oil painting. After you clear the fifth floor, you will have a choice. You can stay in the oil painting and leave the ghost post office, or you can choose to become the manager of the ghost post office, but the price is that you will never leave the ghost post office."
He Yin'er suddenly realized, "That's it. . But according to you, you shouldn’t be able to leave the Ghost Post Office. Didn’t you leave now and come to the Peace Hotel?”
Zhang Xianguang touched the collar around his neck, "It can only be said that the supernatural rules of the Peace Hotel are far above those of the Ghost Post Office, so the rules of the Ghost Post Office can be temporarily suppressed."
The reason why the supernatural place is called supernatural A land because its rules are higher than those of ordinary people.
The Ghost Post Office is a supernatural place. Even if Zhang Xianguang's strength was top-notch during the Republic of China, he still cannot escape from the constraints of the Ghost Post Office's laws.
The Peace Hotel can suppress the rules of the Ghost Post Office, which also shows that the strength of the rules of the Peace Hotel is higher than that of the Ghost Post Office.
He Yin'er wanted to ask more questions, but something strange happened around him.
The white mist that originally only lingered at the door began to spread into the store. Even the white mist began to pour down from the stairs, blurring the lobby on the first floor.
In the white mist, Yang Xiaotian, who had been silent, suddenly said: "It's time for us to leave. In this white mist, I feel that my existence is being blurred, or invaded, and assimilated."
He Yin'er and Zhang Xianguang were stunned.
They were having a "happy" chat just now, and with their supernatural powers suppressed, they didn't notice anything unusual at all. Now after Yang Xiaotian reminded them, they realized something was wrong.
As Yang Xiaotian said, the white mist at night seemed to come alive and was drilling into their bodies along their pores. At the same time, they also felt the blur of the concept of body, as if they were being assimilated by the white mist. generally.
Without hesitation, the two of them immediately walked out of the store, following Yang Xiaotian who had already taken the first step.
"As long as you think about leaving, you can return to your original position."
He Yin'er said this and disappeared directly into the white mist.
Zhang Xianguang and Yang Xiaotian did not hesitate, and began to think about leaving according to He Yin'er's ideas. Soon the white mist around them began to fade, their bodies began to gradually return to human form, and the collars around their necks also began to fade. Starting to fade.
Power began to return, and the supernatural power that had been suppressed to the point of near-death began to stir. Likewise, a terrifyingly powerful sense of restraint began to emerge.
"It's the ghost post office."
Zhang Xianguang analyzed it instantly and did not resist until the white fog completely cleared. He, Yang Xiaotian and He Yin'er also returned to the ghost post office, where they were before. Oil painting in the supernatural space.
The collar has completely disappeared, including the strong sense of restraint and suppression brought by the ghost post office.
But Zhang Xianguang and Yang Xiaotian know very well that they are still bound by the ghost post office, but in the ghost post office, the supernatural power of this bondage will not be felt.
Zhang Xianguang touched his neck, "What happened just now?"
He Yin'er shook her head solemnly, "I haven't been to the Peace Hotel at night, and I don't know why there was such a change."
She did not tell all the information. After all, Zhang Xianguang and Yang Xiaotian, He is not her partner yet and cannot be trusted.
However, the change in the Peace Hotel only happened after the store manager Lin Yuan went upstairs. Maybe it is related to this incident?
"I snatched your map, and you threatened me in the Peace Hotel and got a lot of information. Then we can be considered even."
Zhang Xianguang released it on his own initiative Well-intentioned, but He Yin'er sneered: "Now that the strength is reversed, how can you expect me to believe you?"
Yang Xiaotian smiled and said: "Don't worry, I just want you to take us to the Peace Hotel and let us temporarily get rid of the shackles of the ghost post office. I won't let him hurt you." He Yin'er said: "You want to see Your son, but you don’t want him to come to the ghost post office, so that’s why you said that?”
Yang Xiaotian looked slightly embarrassed.
He was only in his twenties when he appeared in the Ghost Post Office oil painting. Yang Jian didn't exist at that time, and even his wife was not pregnant.
After spending so many years in oil painting, a son suddenly appeared. His mood was so complicated that even he himself couldn't figure it out.
But to say that you are not curious about Yang Jian?
That is impossible, but according to Lin Yuan, his son is not young yet, at least in his teens, which is only a few years younger than he is now.
This...
Zhang Xianguang saw his embarrassment, "If you want to meet, you can meet, but I think Lin Yuan's intention is to collect money again. Do you have money? ?”
Yang Xiaotian’s face fell.
Although he is also Yang Xiaotian, his supernatural power is no different from that of Yang Xiaotian, including the ghost he controls.
But the problem is, he has no ghost money!
He Yin'er reminded: "If you don't have ghost money, you can also use ghosts as the price. A ghost can be worth three yuan of ghost money in the Peace Hotel."
"A ghost can be used as a price. Three yuan of ghost money? That’s really generous, but it’ll be easier this way. There are still a lot of people here, and there are a lot of ghosts.”
A smile finally appeared on Yang Xiaotian’s face.
"Having said all that, if you want to truly understand the Ghost Post Office, you can go in with me and have a look."
Zhang Xianguang opened the door of this closed room, and the internal space of the Ghost Post Office was no longer behind the door. Instead, it is a winding path leading into the distance.
He Yin'er took a step back, half of his body already away from the oil painting, "No need, just like you can't trust me, I can't trust you either. Just a reminder, take the map you snatched and think Go to the Peace Hotel, and you can guide the White Mist Ghost Realm to come, and go to the Peace Hotel." After the words fell, He Yin'er had completely left this space.
Yang Xiaotian smiled and said: "Little girls in this era are also so cautious."
"You still want to think about what price it will cost to meet Yang Jian, that is, the eldest son who is not a few years younger than you."
Zhang Xianguang swallowed Yang Xiao down with one sentence, and then stepped on Leave - he doesn't have much ghost money left on him. He can't leave the ghost post office. If he wants to get more at the Peace Hotel, he needs more ghosts.
Now that he can leave the ghost post office and go to the Peace Hotel like a normal person.
As for the ghosts owned by this group of people copied by supernatural powers, can they be used as trading items like normal ghosts?
Living here is a kind of torture anyway, so let’s find some fun for everyone!
As a result, the ghost post office, which was originally not peaceful, became more and more lively. Yang Xiaotian didn't even look at it and directly joined in with his eyes closed.
It’s so hard anyway, why not let’s all have a dream.
"Don't worry, everyone, I will weave this dream for everyone."
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Sleeping until dawn, Lin Yuan finished washing and After going downstairs, I met Meng Xiaodong on the second floor who was also going out. He suddenly became nervous and said, "Mother Meng, where are you going?"
Meng Xiaodong was carrying a vegetable basket and said with a smile: "I don't have enough materials to make dolls. I'm going out to buy some. The bus will be here soon, so go out early and come back early, so as not to delay the business."
Lin Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't leave the store, it would be okay.
But, bus?
Lin Yuan didn't remember that they had a bus line here. He called for the bus last time, and a murder occurred.
Because of this murder, he did not dare to make casual phone calls anymore.
Speaking of which, a few days have passed since this murder case. I don’t know how the police officer named Wei Jing is doing with his investigation, or if he has any information.
It happened that Lin Yuan had nothing to do for the time being, so he went downstairs with Meng Xiaodong.
He Yuelian had already arrived and was cleaning the lobby on the first floor. When she saw Lin Yuan, she quickly greeted, "Manager, my friend said he wanted to come over for dinner today."
(End of Chapter)