Chapter 230: Their respective plans
On the fourth floor of the Ghost Post Office, three rooms suddenly opened, and three people with different expressions walked out of the room. The dim lights in the room reflected on the corridor.
"What the hell is the ghost post office today? How come the letter comes so fast?"
A woman with a gloomy expression stared at a letter on the counter on the fourth floor with an ugly expression.
"Who knows, the post office has been going crazy lately. One moment it can let the courier go out, and the next moment it is no longer needed. The night is also a buzzing night."
"There are always evil spirits walking around in the aisles, which makes me panic a lot."
A middle-aged man with a pale face and a black cloth wrapped around his forehead said helplessly. .
"You are doing well, but I am unlucky. If I hadn't felt something was wrong yesterday and moved to another room, you might not be able to see me today."
"Last night, the room opposite me was actually opened by a ghost. It scared me so much, and there was a ghost knocking on the door in my room for an hour. It made me panic for an hour. I don’t know if you heard it.”
A young man with long hair spoke with fear on his face.
Hearing the young man's words, the expressions of both the woman and the middle-aged man changed:
"I didn't hear the knock on the door last night, what about Lao Wang?"
The woman looked at that forehead. The middle-aged man wrapped in black cloth, obviously the Lao Wang she refers to refers to him.
"Neither did I. I heard footsteps yesterday, but nothing else." Lao Wang shook his head and said, looking a little strange.
“MD, this is strange. Isn’t this ghost post office a little too outrageous? Why has it become more and more scary recently?”
The long-haired young man rubbed his messy hair and said with lingering fear.
"No, we have to go to the fifth floor quickly. I heard a messenger from the fifth floor said that there are some problems on the fifth floor. No letter has been sent for many years."
"We You will be safe only if you go up there. I don’t know what happened to the ghost post office recently. So crazy, the letters being delivered are becoming more dangerous every time. There are only seven couriers on the fourth floor, and now there are only three of us left."
"If we don't go to the fifth floor quickly, maybe we will have to go to the fifth floor. Died on the fourth floor," the long-haired young man said with a gloomy look.
Hearing what the long-haired young man said, the gloomy woman and Lao Wang nodded:
"It's exactly what you said. The ghost post office has become more and more weird recently. Not only are the letters delivered more and more dangerous every time, but even the room is unsafe. If this continues, we will be finished sooner or later." Lao Wang said. , his expression was also gloomy.
Hearing Lao Wang’s words, the expression on the gloomy woman’s face became even more gloomy. She turned her head and stared at the letter on the counter and said
“Okay, let’s take a look at the destination of this letter. Well, according to my calculations, we can go to the fifth floor after delivering letters at most three times, including this time, there will be two more times."
"As long as we get through it, we will be free."
“I hope so.” The long-haired young man and Lao Wang sighed.
The three of them walked towards the counter. There were footsteps in the dark corridor. The three of them came to the counter. The gloomy woman looked at the letter lying quietly on the counter. After hesitating, she reached out and picked it up.
But just as she stretched out her hand, a sound of footsteps came from the stairs downstairs. The gloomy woman, the long-haired young man and an old man all had some changes in their expressions. They turned to look at the people on the fourth floor. stairs.
Suddenly there was some surprise in their eyes:
"Is there another messenger from the third floor going up to the fourth floor? But why is there only one? Is there only one messenger from the third floor?"
>I saw a young man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a black trench coat walking up from the stairs. In his arms was a little girl holding a wine jar, taking a few sips from time to time, her face flushed. Yes, I don’t know if it’s due to drinking or if it’s just natural.
"You came up from the third floor? Why are you alone?" the long-haired young man asked with some confusion.
Logically speaking, there shouldn't be only one person coming up, even if you come up with two people, it will be fine. In the end, you will be alone, and of course the little girl does not count.
Old Wang and the gloomy woman stared at Lin Qian with doubts on their faces. After all, this kind of thing was a bit abnormal. There couldn't be just one messenger on the entire third floor. This was obviously impossible.
When they went up to the fourth floor, there were five or six of them. Some time ago, there were three or four people going up to the fourth floor. Why is it only one person now? Is there something going on at the ghost post office?
Hearing the long-haired young man's question, Lin Qian chuckled, ignored it, and turned his attention to the counter, where there was a letter.
"Black letters are very common. Let's see if you can tear them up."
Lin Qian walked straight towards the counter, but before he had taken a few steps, he was stopped by the long-haired young man with his hand.
The long-haired young man narrowed his eyes and looked gloomy:
“Boy, I asked you something, didn’t you hear me?”
Lin Qian frowned. , staring at this young man who controlled a powerful ghost:
"Get out of the way. I'm in a good mood right now and I don't have time to talk to you."
As soon as Lin Qian said these words, the face of the long-haired young man suddenly turned ugly. Not only him, but also the gloomy woman and Lao Wang looked... Becoming unkind.
"Boy, you are crazy, you..."
But before the long-haired young man could finish speaking, Lin Qian grabbed his head, and with a click, his head split open. , the long-haired young man's head was ripped off his neck by Lin Qian.
Lin Qian expressionlessly picked up the head of the long-haired young man, looked at the look of astonishment on his face, curled up the corner of his mouth, and threw his head to a starving creature that suddenly appeared. ghost.
The starving ghost swallowed the head in one gulp, and also swallowed the body of the long-haired young man.
All this happened so fast that the gloomy woman and Lao Wang didn't even react, and it was already over.
When they reacted, the body of the long-haired young man was gone. The gloomy woman's pupils shrank, she took a few steps back, and hit the counter with a plop.
Lin Qian shook off the blood on his hands with a very calm expression:
“You two, do you want to die or live?”
Hearing Lin Qian's murderous words, Lao Wang and the gloomy woman swallowed their saliva, and subconsciously said:
"I want to live."
Lin Qian nodded, with twinkling eyes. Hongguang:
“Well, I also like to live, so you made the right choice.”
After saying that, the gloomy woman and Lao Wang fell to the ground with a plop, their faces full of tears. It’s confusion and confusion.
Lin Qian did not look at their corpses and just let the starving ghosts eat them in one bite.
To live, everyone wants to live, but sometimes you can’t live if you want to live. It depends on whether he agrees with you to live...
Lin Qian walked to the counter and put the letter in Picking it up, something suddenly dawned on my eyes:
“It can still be torn. There was indeed a problem with the post office today. This is a good thing for me, as it reduces the time I spend delivering letters and waiting for them.”
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Lin Qian tore the letter open, and at that moment, the door to the room on the fourth floor suddenly trembled, and with a bang, the door was knocked open by an unknown force.
A few people with coldness all over their bodies, numb expressions, and empty eyes walked out of the room and walked towards Lin Qian's position.
Lin Qian looked at all this and threw away the letter that was torn in half in his hand. Several starving ghosts surrounded by blood appeared next to those fierce ghosts and swallowed them in one gulp without any pressure. Go down.
At this point, the coldness on the fourth floor faded away, and Lin Qian turned to look at the letter on the counter on the fourth floor. This had just appeared, without anyone noticing, and even Lin Qian only felt a little coldness.
“The red letter, the second one today, the ghost post office is really rude.”
Picking up the red letter from the counter, a smell of blood appeared from the letter. Lin Qian frowned:
"You can't tear it up. This post office has a big problem. It seems that it doesn't have enough influence." "
Looking at the address on the letter, Lin Qian looked a little strange:
"Baishui Town, Ghost Shop, Room 303."
"Time. : Three days later, twelve o’clock at midnight.”
Lin Qian narrowed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, his eyes flashing with red light:
"This is undoubtedly the work of Zhang Xianguang's body, asking me to go to Baishui Town? Haha, don't be kidding, I told you last time When the old guy started the time restart confrontation, he could clearly see that the place was a big pit.”
“It’s all about the resurrection of the dead. It’s bullshit. If I go to that place, I’ll be 100% cool. Even if the sly bride is fake, I won’t be the one to wander around. If a real sly bride comes by accident, haha... I’ll be right there. Honeymoon in Baishui Town."
Lin Qian put away the letter and looked down at the floor on the fourth floor. To be precise, he was not looking at the floor, but at the corpse buried on the first floor.
“You’ve worked really hard to get me off your back, but do you really think I will follow your ideas? What a joke.”
Lin Qian narrowed his eyes and quickly recalled in his mind the location where the ghost's body was buried in the ghost post office in the original work.
Since tearing up letters will stop them from being delivered, I asked the previous manager to piece together part of her body and let her resist part of the rules of the ghost post office.
It will not be impossible to tear up the letter by then.
Thinking of this, Lin Qian looked at a room on the fourth floor, walked straight over, kicked the door open, and the door opened with a bang.
Lin Qian walked directly in. The room was very dim, with the light bulbs flickering on and off. The interior was very simple, with a bed, a table, a cabinet, and a body lying under the bed.
Lin Qian looked at all this and didn't care about it. A starving ghost appeared next to Lin Qian, walked directly to the bed, stretched out his hand and pulled out the motionless ghost lying under the bed, and then swallowed it without any accident. Down.
Looking at a corner in the room, Lin Qian walked over, squatted down, with scarlet eyes flashing, and suddenly inserted his hand into the ground. The ground was as soft as sand and could not resist Lin Qian's hand. .
The floor cracked, and Lin Qian pulled his hand out from under the floor, bringing out a large piece of black soil. Lin Qian shook the soil in his hand and looked at the arm wrapped in black paper money. , eyes narrowed slightly.
"The level of horror is not low. Is this Zhang Xianguang's previous manager? It's a pity that Zhang Xianguang chopped him into a bird like this."
Lin Qian stood up and carried this The ghost hand walked towards the outside of the room. Next was the third floor, where there was a foot and a torso.
After walking out of the room, Lin Qian walked down the stairs to the third floor and walked to the last room. Lin Qian opened the door violently and kicked it open as usual.
The room opened instantly, but as soon as the room opened, a coldness hit his face, and a withered and purple hand grabbed Lin Qian's neck.
Lin Qian reached out and grabbed the hand with an expressionless face, and threw it outside the door. A starving ghost was waiting with its bloody mouth open. Lin Qian's throwing skills were very good. He accurately threw the fierce ghost into the mouth of the starving ghost.
The starving ghost swallowed it in one gulp, and then disappeared. Lin Qian walked into the room. The room layout was very normal, with beds, tables, and cabinets. Other than that, the only thing that was different about the room was that, There is no back wall.
The place was shrouded in darkness. Just looking at it revealed that it was strange and dangerous. However, Lin Qian ignored it and came directly to the darkness. He stretched out his hand and pulled out a torso wrapped in black paper. , and a fierce ghost clutching this torso.
Lin Qian calmly let a starving ghost eat the fierce ghost. He threw the torso to a starving ghost and let it carry it. Lin Qian turned around and left the room.
Now the torso has been found, and one foot is on the third floor, buried under the counter. I have to say that Zhang Xianguang was really ruthless, not only cutting people into pieces, but also burying them. Insurance.
Which ordinary messenger would go to the post office to make trouble? I believe no one would do this.
Coming out of the room, Lin Qian looked at the dim corridor, frowned, looked up at the hanging portrait that suddenly appeared, with thoughtful eyes, took out the red letter from his pocket, and thought in his heart Already understood.
"It works. The Ghost Post Office has begun to change. This is a competition for the authority of the administrator. Zhang Xianguang's true body is in the Ghost Post Office, but he is not supernatural enough to control the Ghost Post Office."
"So he only has so much authority."
Lin Qian looked at the letter in his hand for a while, put it away, and walked towards the counter on the third floor. The sound of footsteps was particularly loud on the silent third floor. gloomy.
Under the flickering light bulbs, Lin Qian came to the counter and stared at the old counter. Lin Qian hesitated for a while and did not remove it directly. Instead, he squatted down and reached out and inserted his hand under the counter. In the situation.
His arms were groping under the floor, and the floor made a creaking sound. After groping for a while, Lin Qian came across something and reached out to pull it out from under the floor.
It was a leg wrapped in black paper. Looking at this thigh, Lin Qian frowned and looked up at the hanging portrait that had just appeared. It was a portrait of a woman, and the woman on it was missing a head. , one hand, one foot...
Looking at this woman, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes, stood up from the ground, threw the thigh to the hungry ghost, and then turned around and went downstairs.
The woman in this portrait, if nothing else, is the stump of a starving ghost.
"Have you started to recover? It's interesting."
It was very quiet in the dim corridor. As Lin Qian walked towards the second floor, the portrait hanging on the third floor slowly Disappeared, and something strange appeared.
Lin Qian didn't care about this. When he came to the second floor, Lin Qian looked at the room on the second floor. He started thinking in his eyes and turned to look at the counter. To be precise, he looked at the person behind the counter. wall.
"It should be here, it seems to be written like this in the original book."
Lin Qian walked to the wall behind the counter, looked on the wall, stretched out his hand to move the portrait on the wall, and the one behind the portrait The wall is pitch black, which is obviously different from other walls:
"This is it. Zhang Xianguang is really good at hiding it."
Looking at the dark wall, Lin Qian stretched out his hand and pulled out a piece wrapped in black paper. Feeling the coldness on his arm, Lin Qian threw it to the starving ghost.
I didn’t pay attention to the sudden appearance of the portrait on the wall. The woman in the portrait now only lacked a head and a foot.
Walking down the second floor, a woman's head should be buried under a beam on the first floor. As for the feet, they are on the fifth floor. He can't go up now, but it's enough. It's just one missing leg, so there shouldn't be a big problem.
But in a painting on the sixth floor of the Ghost Post Office, it is dark inside, with ashes floating under the gray sky, and green and red intertwined in it.
A green building stands. On the old building, a signboard flashes with neon. The three characters "Ghost Post Office" are highlighted by the neon lights, and weirdness and fear spread on it.
In the Ghost Post Office, dozens of people were standing or sitting. Some were playing chess, while others were watching the chess game. The atmosphere was very lively and lively.
A young man in his early twenties was sitting on a stool, playing chess with a middle-aged man of about thirty years old.
Yang Xiao stared at Zhang Xianguang with a very calm expression. He picked up the chess piece and ate one of his knights and said:
"You seem to be uneasy?"
Hearing Yang Xiao's question , Zhang Xianguang shook his head and said as calmly as possible: < br>
"Yang Xiao, you are paranoid. What can I feel uneasy about? I am already like this, what else can make me uneasy?"
Yang Xiao stared at Zhang Xianguang with something in his eyes. Confused, move a move to capture one of his rooks:
"The rook is over."
Zhang Xianguang confirmed slightly, looking down at the chessboard, the dead check...
"Lao Yang, this guy is not honest, give him a nightmare and he will be honest. "At this time, a messenger said with a smile.
"Yes, this guy surnamed Zhang is not a good person ever since he came in. Yang Xiao asked him to have nightmares, and after the nightmares he became honest."
Yang Xiao listened. He didn't care about these people's malicious remarks, but stared at Zhang Xianguang, his eyes flickering slightly:
"You seem to be worried about something. Do you want to tell me? Maybe I can help you."
Hearing Yang Xiao's words, Zhang Xianguang remained silent, lowering his head and staring at the chessboard. , there was some disbelief in his eyes:
“The rules I modified are being restored. Has someone become the new manager?”
"But this shouldn't be the case. When I become the new manager, all my authority will disappear. Unless I leave the painting and go outside, I won't be able to control the ghost post office."
"And the current situation is , my authority is still there, but part of it is missing, not all of it has disappeared, which means that no one will become the new manager.”
"What on earth happened..."
Zhang Xianguang's eyes were full of doubts, staring at the chess game in front of him, silent, thinking rapidly in his mind.
But suddenly he seemed to have thought of something, and his pupils shrank slightly:
"That woman, yes, this is the only explanation. Someone is patching up that woman's body. Only in this way can we explain why my authority is missing."
"After all, only administrators can control the ghost post office..."
Zhang Xianguang narrowed his eyes slightly and had a bad feeling in his heart:
“I just asked the ghost post office to deliver a letter to Baishui Town, but now someone is filling in the last manager’s letter. Corpse."
"This guy is really cool. You're welcome, it's really awesome not to go to Baishui Town. How did he know this?"
Zhang Xianguang was a little curious. Many people knew about the situation in Baishui Town. The old guy inside was dead a long time ago. It was very strange inside. Lin Qian was curious as to whether he knew it was dangerous.
But why did Lin Qian know that there was the body of the previous manager in the ghost post office? He probably hasn't gone up to the sixth floor yet. He hasn't read the book. How did he know?
Zhang Xianguang couldn't understand and frowned. Yang Xiao stared at Zhang Xianguang and his eyes began to twinkle:
"It seems that you have fallen into a new doubt."
Listen Upon hearing Yang Xiao's words, Zhang Xianguang's hands froze slightly, but soon returned to normal, reaching out to reset the chess:
"In the next game."
Yang Xiao smiled, With a thoughtful look in his eyes, he reached out and played the chess piece.
Several people watching around scratched their faces and were a little confused, unable to figure out what riddle the two men were playing.
The chess pieces were quickly set up, with the red chess moving first. Zhang Xianguang moved the car, and Yang Xiao fired the gun with a calm expression:
"Zhang Xianguang, we who are already dead should not get involved in the affairs of the younger generations. Okay, your idea is too shocking. Well, some things are better left to the younger generation to handle."
Zhang Xianguang's hand froze slightly when he picked up the chess piece, and he raised his head and looked at Yang Xiao, his eyes dark and unclear:
"You know. What? ”
Yang Xiao's expression remained unchanged:
"It's nothing, it's just that you heard some sleep talking when you were sleeping."
Zhang Xianguang's expression slowly became calmer, the chess piece in his hand fell, and the car went out. , unimpeded.
Yang Xiao brought up the black cannon, the cannon in front of the troops, and the chariot.
Dadong City
The Wang family's old residence.
Zhang Xianguang held a blood-stained sword and looked at the broken limbs on the ground with an expressionless expression. He turned to look at Chen Qiaoyang:
"Go and delay the Cunning Bride. No problem?”
Chen Qiaoyang looked at the people on the ground who were cut into pieces by Zhang Xianguang. After being silent for a while, he nodded and said:
"This is no problem, but you should know that the tricky bride is not easy to deal with now. The most I can do is let her follow me around, and it won't take too long. You The arrangement over there must be done quickly, otherwise I won’t be able to delay it for too long.”
"Don't worry about this. If everything goes well on our side, it can be completed in three minutes at most, which means you only need to delay it for three minutes." Nie Yingping said calmly.
"Is that so? That's no problem. As long as the bride is not accompanied by a few S-class ghosts, I can definitely delay it for three minutes." Chen Qiaoyang said confidently.
Hearing this, Zhang Xianguang nodded, reached out and took out a piece of red paper, read the content on it, and frowned. After reading for a while, he put the red paper away.
"Let's go, I still have one thing to finish here. Nie Yingping also has to go to the grocery store. I'll go back and keep an eye on it."
Zhang Xianguang glanced at it. The corpses of Pei Dong and his group turned around and left, heading towards an old taxi.
Chen Qiaoyang followed, opened the driver's seat and got in. Nie Yingping sat in the back seat and Zhang Xianguang sat in the passenger seat.
The taxi roared, and a coldness filled the air. Chen Qiaoyang's eyes flickered, and the coldness in the car disappeared instantly. Didi, the taxi horn sounded, and a faint green light shone out.
The taxi drove directly towards a building at an extremely exaggerated speed. In an instant, it was already in front of the building and was about to hit it, but something unexpected happened.
The taxi passed directly through the building, sped away, and disappeared among the buildings without a trace.
Under the sky, heavy snow was flying, and a beautiful snow scene appeared in Dadong City. Corpses were everywhere in the Wang family's old house, and the smell of blood hit our faces.
I don't know how long it took, but a bell rang, a strange wave appeared, and the bodies in the Wang family's old house disappeared instantly.
Pei Dong looked around with a puzzled expression, feeling that there was nothing wrong. The same was true for the others, and nothing unusual happened.
Until they saw the empty yard, their expressions suddenly changed:
"Holy crap, where is our taxi? Where is such a big and valuable taxi?"
Pei Dong and others ran into the yard with gloomy faces. The taxi that was parked here disappeared:
"Nima, even ghost rentals are being stolen these days, so they are still not human."
"Can this thing be stolen? Aren't you afraid of being killed?"
Several ghost masters cursed, while Pei Dong had a gloomy face and lowered his head as if thinking about something.
"No, this shouldn't be the case. We are all in the old house. If someone steals a car, we should find out immediately. How could the car be driven away without us knowing?"< br>
"This is obviously impossible, unless, unless..." The ghost controller stammered, as if he had thought of something, and his face suddenly turned pale.
"Unless the person who drove the taxi killed us all, it would be impossible for him to drive away without us knowing."
Pei Dong said with a gloomy expression, his eyes filled with tears. Afraid.
As Pei Dong said these words, the expressions of everyone present changed, and their eyes were full of disbelief.
The air seemed to be still, everyone was a little silent, and their expressions were a little strange. They were more or less unwilling to believe that what Pei Dong said was true. After all, this kind of thing was too unbelievable.
They, a group of ghost masters, were killed and then drove away in a taxi. This is more or less...
"How is this possible? At this time, who can kill us all in one go? We all control one or two ghosts anyway, how could this happen?" A middle-aged man said with some doubt.
Pei Dong just glanced at the person who spoke, shook his head without saying anything, and turned around and walked into the old house.
The rest of the people looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Looking at Pei Dong leaving, everyone had no choice but to follow him into the old house.
Pei Dong's face was not very good, and he thought to himself:
"MD, where did this Dragon Crossing the River come from? How could it be so strong? If it hadn't been for the restart in the old house, we might have It’s all here.”
"It's been eight lifetimes of bad luck. Not only was he killed once, but the taxi was gone. Damn it!" Pei Dong secretly cursed his mother.
In the Wang family’s old house, on a building not far away, Wang Chaling looked at all this with a solemn face:
“What a fierce existence, one person can kill Pei Dong and the others. People were cut like this. If it weren’t for the big pendulum clock in the ancestral home, Pei Dong might not have died here today.”
"Where does this guy come from? He looks like he is only in his thirties. Why haven't I heard of such a person now?"
Wang Chaling thought in his eyes and turned around to leave. Now, I didn't bother with Pei Dong and his group. It's not the time yet. I haven't found what I'm looking for yet, so I'm not in a hurry to deal with them.
A flashing Wang Chaling disappeared from the building, and he didn’t know where he went.
Ghost post office.
In the lobby on the first floor, Xia Hanxin was bored and chatting with Zhao Yunyun and the others.
"Hey, if you said we want two people to join the International Ghost Controller Headquarters, can you tell the boss that the headquarters' requirements for our assessment should be slightly reduced." Zhao Yun Yun stretched out his hand to make a comparison and said.
“Yes, yes, I used to think it was okay not to join the headquarters, but now it seems that I must have been kicked in the head by a donkey, otherwise I wouldn’t have thought that way.”
"Now I want to join the headquarters, but the headquarters actually looks down on us. After all, we are also people who control a fierce ghost. Why does the headquarters look down on us? Xia Hanxin, can you help us think of a way? We also want to embrace "Thighs, it's too dangerous outside, I think we need Boss Lin's thighs to protect us from the wind and rain."
Liu San said in a serious tone, with a very serious and serious expression.
Xia Hanxin felt a little embarrassed when she heard their request. She hesitated for a while before saying:
"Well, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I can't help you. I can’t speak in front of the boss, and there’s nothing I can do about it at the headquarters, so I’m sorry.”
Hearing Xia Hanxin’s words, Zhao Yunyun and Liu San were a little disappointed, and they had high expectations. Failed.
Xia Hanxin saw that the two of them were a little disappointed. Just when she was about to say something, there were footsteps on the stairs. Xia Hanxin, Zhao Yunyun and Liu San all looked over subconsciously.
I saw Lin Qian walking down holding Coco who was eating peaches. Behind him, there was a starving ghost with scarlet pupils. In his hand, the starving ghost was holding a few pieces of black paper. The wrapped things looked like human hands, feet and torso.
Lin Qian glanced at Xia Hanxin and the others and ignored them. She turned her attention to a pillar on the westernmost side of the hall, where the head was buried.
Lin Qian walked straight towards the pillar. Xia Hanxin and the others looked at Lin Qian's appearance and shut up without speaking.
Lin Qian didn't care about them. He came to the pillar and squatted down. He looked at the ground under the pillar. His eyes flickered. Without hesitation, he directly reached out and inserted his hand into the ground. The yellow soil exuded coldness and smelled of earth. The smell enters through the nose.
Lin Qian pulled his hand back expressionlessly and picked up a human head wrapped in black paper from the soil.
Looking at the head, the corners of Lin Qian's mouth raised slightly, and he tore open the black paper wrapped on it. A lifelike, well-preserved woman's head appeared in Lin Qian's eyes.
The head was filled with coldness, his eyes were tightly shut, and his face was very pale. Lin Qian put his head on the ground, reached out and took the hands, feet, and torso handed over by the starving ghost, and tore them apart one by one. Unwrap the wrapping paper and piece it together.
Just a short while later, a lifelike corpse with fair skin appeared in the hall, and a biting chill spread from the corpse.
Lin Qian stood up and looked at the female corpse with a missing leg calmly. She didn't care about anything coldly. She took out the red letter from her pocket and felt the breath on it.
After just feeling it for a moment, Lin Qian's face showed a hint of joy:
"Sure enough, this letter can be torn up now. Although it won't let me go to the fifth floor, it's enough."
Looking down at the slowly disappearing female corpse, Lin Qian narrowed her eyes slightly, hesitated for a while, then reached out and tore up the letter.
There was a stab.
Suddenly the post office seemed to quiet down, the lights in the hall began to flicker, and a coldness filled the air. The sound of footsteps came from the stairs. Lin Qian turned his head and looked over, frowning.
There was nothing anywhere, but suddenly, Lin Qian realized something and turned back to look at the ground.
The female corpse that was lying here just now has completely disappeared:
“Oh, have you started to move freely?”
Listen to the creaking of being stepped on Lin Qian's eyes began to think as the stairs creaked, and she turned and walked towards the stairs. This time, the call went surprisingly smoothly. The letter was torn up and it was still red, but no evil ghost appeared.
Although it's a pity, this is already the best choice, it's just a ghost, and it's not like he lacks those dozen ghosts.
When passing Xia Hanxin and the others, Lin Qian hesitated for a while and stopped:
"In the future, when I heard footsteps when I was going up the stairs, I hurriedly left the stairs. Now the ghost There is a scary ghost wandering in the post office. If it dies accidentally, don’t blame me for not warning you.”
After saying that, Lin Qian left directly and walked towards the fourth floor, looking at Lin Qian. Qian's back, Xia Han and the others opened their mouths, looking confused.
Recalling what Lin Qian did just now, they basically understood what the ghost Lin Qian was talking about.
"Did Mr. Lin personally create a ghost to kill us?" Zhao Yunyun was silent for a while before holding back his words.
Xia Hanxin:...
Liu San:...
Lin Qian:...
Lin Qian turned his head slightly and looked at Zhao Yunyun, grinning, no Say something, turn around and continue going upstairs.
Zhao Yunyun swallowed and hid behind Xia Hanxin. Xia Hanxin looked at Zhao Yunyun speechlessly, thinking that this guy was too arrogant. No one had gone upstairs yet. Well, can't you wait until the person leaves to complain?
It’s embarrassing now. Someone heard it...
Lin Qian walked up the stairs and quickly arrived at the fourth floor. It was just a small episode before. He is not such a crazy person and will not let Zhao Yunyun say a word. If you complain, kill him. He is very kind and never kills anyone...
When he arrived at the fourth floor, Lin Qian looked at the female body standing at the stairs of the fifth floor and raised his eyebrows. It's illusory and he can't get up.
The female corpse at this moment has completed the remaining leg. I don’t know if it was dug out by herself. Staring at the corpse, Lin Qian looked calm and didn’t care too much. As long as it didn’t Attack yourself and it'll be fine.
Taking his eyes away from the female body, Lin Qian looked at a letter on the counter on the fourth floor, which was still red. He walked to the counter and picked up the letter.
Picking up the letter, a red light flashed in Lin Qian's eyes. Staring at the address and time on the letter, Lin Qian felt a little surprised:
"Tianshui Town, the old house on the west side."
"Time: five days later, twelve o'clock at midnight."
"This letter cannot be torn. There are some things. After sending this letter, you can go to the fifth floor."
"Tianshui Town, what kind of place is this? It sounds like a Quite a nice place.”
Lin Qian was thinking about this in his mind, so he put the letter away and looked up at the female corpse and the portrait hanging on the wall on the fourth floor.
Lin Qian chuckled, turned around and left the fourth floor. From today on, the ghost post office will be very dangerous, but there is no big problem. There is no courier in the ghost post office now, and there may not be any in the future. Wait He goes to the fifth floor. Among all the couriers on the fifth floor, how many of them survive depends on his mood.
In the dark corridor, only the sound of Lin Qian's footsteps coming downstairs could be heard. The female corpse standing on the fifth floor stairs looked closely at Lin Qian, her body was filled with coldness, and she didn't know what had happened. After a while, the female corpse walked upstairs, and footsteps sounded.
Going down the fourth floor, Lin Qian came to the first floor. He didn't care about Xia Hanxin and the others, and left the ghost post office directly. He had to go back to Dajiang City now. He would stay in Dajiang City for a day and go to Tianshui Town immediately. .
It is very likely that an old guy is dying somewhere. Go and have a look in advance. If you are lucky, you may get a very scary ghost.
Of course, not only for the sake of the ghost, but also to get to the fifth floor as soon as possible. Xiaoyue's hanging portrait must be hung in the ghost post office as soon as possible. Otherwise, when he starts to control the ghost painting, Xiaoyue will have no chance of resurrection.
Now Xiaoyue relies on the supernatural support of the ghost painting, and he will definitely take back all the supernatural power by controlling the ghost painting. By then, he will no longer be controlling Xiaoyue's painting.
It is the source of the ghost paintings that controls Xiaoyue's paintings. Once this happens, Xiaoyue's painting will lose its supernatural power and become an ordinary painting. The only way is to hang Xiaoyue's painting. In the ghost post office, Xiaoyue can be saved with the help of the ghost post office's supernatural power and the dye in the ghost post office.
This is why he must come to the Ghost Post Office. This is not only the easiest way to resurrect Xiaoyue, but also the safest.
It is not impossible for the ghost cabinet to come up with a way to resurrect Xiaoyue, but the price is too terrible and not worth the risk. As for the human skin paper, haha, even if this ghost thing is afraid of himself, it should be buried There will be no shortage of pits, just bury as many as you can.
After walking out of the ghost post office, Lin Qian looked at the sun in the sky and narrowed his eyes slightly. The winter sun will make people feel very comfortable and give hope to people who are about to freeze to death.
This may be the meaning of the sun in winter. Lin Qian turned his head and looked at the unfinished building behind him, his eyes a little cold:
"Everything is about to begin, Zhang Xianguang's plan, The beginning of my mastery of ghost paintings will begin after I climb to the fifth floor. I don’t know whether it was me who started to master ghost paintings or Zhang Xianguang. Arrange his plan in advance. "
"Haha, who knows, Zhang Xianguang, let's see who lives and who dies. I will most likely not die, what about you? "
Lin Qian laughed, and a flash of green and red flashed across the sky of Dahan City. An extremely brilliant blue mark streaked across the sky, unwilling to leave for a long time. (End of chapter)