Chapter 225 Tearing up the letter
The red light disappeared and the post office door closed again.
"I brought the letter down."
Yang Jian took the red letter, first left the post office with the courier on the second floor and returned to reality, then used ghosts to invade the post office, and returned to the first floor. Floor lobby.
“It doesn’t look like the newcomers on the first floor, twins?”
The courier Liu Mingxin on the second floor stared at Liang Xingyang and Clone No. 1, and then at Sun Rui, with a trace of fear in his eyes: "This guy looks very sick, not like a living person."
Liang Xingyang did not He ignored the messengers on the second floor and just nodded to Yang Jian.
Cai Yu, the messenger on the second floor, asked impatiently: "Yang Jian, what do you want to do by bringing us people on the second floor here?"
Yang Jian looked coldly. He glanced at Cai Yu and threw the red letter to Clone No. 1: "Of course it's done. Letter delivery mission. "
"What are you doing, why are you giving the red letter to a newcomer so recklessly?" Liu Mingxin glared and quickly walked to the clone No. 1, trying to snatch the letter back." Give me the letter quickly.”
Before his hand could grab Clone One, his eyes became confused and his body suddenly froze.
The ghost necklace around Liang Xingyang's neck was flashing, and the deceptive ghost's supernatural power inside affected the man who boldly approached.
Ordinary people have no power to resist in front of a liar.
Yang Jian came over and said, "Tear up the letter."
Clone No. 1 nodded solemnly.
"Tearing up the letter is equivalent to giving up the mission of delivering the letter. Everyone will be killed by you. Put the letter down immediately, or I will shoot."
A courier on the second floor next to him looked nervous and pointed his gun at it. Got the clone number one.
"Don't tear the letter, it will attract attacks from evil spirits, and everyone will die." Cai Yu was frightened and angry, and finally understood that Yang Jian's purpose of bringing them to the first floor was to bury them with him. .
"I say for the last time, put the letter down, otherwise I will shoot immediately." The hand holding the gun trembled slightly, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Apparently, this was his first time threatening someone with a gun.
Clone One is just an ordinary person. If he is hit by an ordinary bullet, ghost porcelain will not protect him.
Liang Xingyang's eyes moved, and the surrounding area turned white, and he pulled the clone No. 1 into the ghost.
The first floor of the post office has the effect of suppressing ghosts, but this suppression is negligible to him and does not affect his use of ghosts at all.
The white mist is spreading, pulling everyone in the lobby on the first floor into the ghost.
Shrouded in ghosts.
Clone No. 1 tore the red letter in his hand into pieces.
Although the red letter is more special than the yellow letter, it is no different from ordinary letters in reality and can be easily torn into pieces.
No one saw it, because the white ghosts obscured their sight. Even Yang Jian's ghost eyes were blurred and he could not see everything around him clearly.
A glimmer of light flashed in Liang Xingyang's reflective pupils, and he suddenly reached out and put his hand on the shoulder of clone No. 1.
The originally white clone No. 1 became clear, then disappeared on the spot, was imprisoned in a supernatural space, and turned into a supernatural mirror in his hand.
Ordinary people are extremely vulnerable in front of ghosts. With the double protection of ghost porcelain and supernatural mirrors, accidents can be effectively prevented.
The letter was torn, and there seemed to be strange movements in the room in the hall on the first floor.
Liang Xingyang put away the supernatural mirror in his hand, withdrew the fuzzy ghost, and strode towards the corridor on the first floor.
The white color faded away, and the post office hall returned to its usual dark tone.
"What happened just now? Where's the letter? Hand it over quickly." The messenger on the second floor with the gun knew that something was wrong, but the red letter was missing, so he couldn't help shouting anxiously.
Seeing this, Cai Yu first stopped the gun-wielding messenger, and then hurriedly shouted at Yang Jian: "Lu Yue, don't be impulsive first. Hand over the letter quickly, otherwise I won't be able to stop you. Him.”
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, looking at them with red faces and white faces acting together with cold eyes.
"Yang Jian, you are very strong, but you shouldn't give the letter to a new person, it will kill us. Besides, do you really think that I don't dare to shoot?"
Lu Yue gritted his teeth and finished speaking with an annoyed expression. He put his finger on the trigger and planned to shoot Liang Xingyang in the corridor.
However, the next moment,
two black palms appeared out of thin air, as if they were firmly attached to Lu Yue's neck, and the palms twisted slightly in the opposite direction.
"Crack."
A clear sound of bone cracking sounded.
The pistol fell and Lu Yue fell heavily to the ground.
Yang Jian looked indifferent and said coldly: "If you bother others to deal with the ghosts, you are seeking death."
This kind of person has no eyesight at all. He will definitely not be able to go up to the third floor. He is on a message delivery mission. It will also kill other companions, and it will be a disaster to keep it.
"Dead."
Everyone was horrified, Cai Yu's face was startled, his eyes widened, and he did not dare to speak.
Everyone already has an idea of how those two black palms appeared.
Yang Jian was able to lead them into the post office. He was no longer a normal messenger. He was a special person who had harnessed the supernatural power of ghosts. It was almost an unsolvable existence for them.
So they did not dare to target Yang Jian, but used the newcomers on the first floor as a breakthrough to get the letter back. But apparently, they made a big mistake.
He could neither see the fact that the letter had been torn up by Clone No. 1, nor could he detect the current situation. He thought that Yang Jian did not dare to kill anyone and just looked at the problem from his own point of view.
With Lu Yue being killed, no one dared to mention the red letter anymore. Even if they knew that the letter was torn, they probably wouldn't dare to accuse it.
And the other side.
In the corridor on the first floor.
“Tap tap tap.”
Heavy footsteps could be heard in the hallway.
Suddenly.
"Bang."
A door was suddenly pushed open from the inside. It was dark inside, as if something was entrenched in the darkness, giving people a bad feeling.
Liang Xingyang paused, and suddenly felt like his body was being pulled by something, and his whole body had a tendency to fly backwards.
However, once he resisted, the suction force could not shake his body.
Instead, he turned around and walked step by step towards the room where the door was opened.
Liang Xingyang walked to the door and made it impossible to close the door.
The white mist spread and the darkness in the room was dispelled, revealing the scene inside.
At the head of the bed in the room, a rotten female corpse was lying under the bed with disheveled hair. At this time, she raised her head slightly and stared at the person who broke in with empty and numb eyes.
"Puff thump thump~"
There was no emotion on Liang Xingyang's face. The dull and suppressed heartbeat resounded loudly. Blood flowed out from under his feet, forming a pool of blood and rushing in the direction of the female corpse.
Amidst the beating of the heartbeat, the disheveled rotting female corpse made a percolating sound, and then completely stopped moving.
The diamond-shaped mark on the ghost's heart has the quota to suppress six ghosts, and scarlet blood oozes from the heart of the female corpse.
The female corpse that can pull people into the door is not very scary. After being crushed by Liang Xingyang, she was directly put into the ghost blood and imprisoned.
"What a pity Li Yang."
After a whisper.
Liang Xingyang recovered the pool of blood, walked out of the room, and returned to his position in the hall.
The evil ghost summoned by tearing up the letter was dealt with, and the clone No. 1 was also released by him.
A black mist suddenly surged out between the corridor on the first floor and the hall. It seemed to be getting thicker and thicker. The thick black mist continued to surge, and a wooden staircase emerged, connecting a faint opening in the wall. .
The stairwell to the third floor also appeared.
"It's the stairs to the third floor."
"The task of the red letter has been solved, and all of us can go to the third floor." A messenger on the second floor said in disbelief.
The others were shocked, realizing that the letter had been torn up and the evil spirits had been dealt with without them realizing it.
It’s just that they don’t know whether to be happy or troubled.
After Yang Jian said hello to Liang Xingyang, he took the lead up the stairs to the third floor.
The messengers on the second floor looked hesitant, and one by one they stepped onto the stairs to the third floor and left the hall.
Liang Xingyang, clone No. 1, and Sun Rui watched everyone leave.
Not long after, the stairs collapsed into a thick black fog and disappeared, and the stairwell on the corridor wall seemed to have never appeared before, returning to its old and flat appearance.
“Let’s go to oil painting.”
Liang Xingyang didn't wait long, and walked into the oil painting with his clone No. 1, who became the messenger.
Sun Rui hesitated for a moment and did not follow. Instead, he returned to the counter, holding his golden cane and staring motionlessly at the door of the post office.
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