Chapter 242 The Last Letter
The post office was very busy today, and they didn’t know what the hell happened. Zhao Yunyun and Liu San just watched more than ten couriers go upstairs, and they haven’t come down yet.
According to their guess, these people are probably in danger. According to what Xia Hanxin told them, Boss Lin is on the fifth floor as expected.
Furthermore, these people are all fierce and look like they are going to attack the enemy. According to Mr. Lin’s temper, can he tolerate them? 100% raise their ashes.
“How thick will the dust be on the fifth floor today?”
"Um... This is probably as thick as a finger. After all, there are so many people, so it shouldn't be a problem to cover the whole floor."
The expressions on the faces of Zhao Yunyun and Liu San became weird, and there was a look in their eyes. His expression became very complicated, and he suddenly felt very lucky not to follow Xia Hanxin to the fifth floor.
The current fifth floor, if nothing else, should be very "harmonious". After all, Boss Lin seems to be very quiet, and when he kills people, he won't be so bloody.
On the fifth floor, Lin Qian was tapping her cheek rhythmically with her fingers, her eyes half-closed, very bored.
On the corridor on the fifth floor, there are already eleven or twelve people squatting with their hands on their heads. They are men and women, old and young. The oldest is in his fifties and the youngest is in his early twenties.
It looks very harmonious, and of course it would be like this if there wasn't a strong look of fear in these people's eyes.
There are still a few people who have not arrived, so Lin Qian is not in a hurry and just waits slowly.
During this period, there were some accidents. It was not because of these messengers. They were all weaklings and could not cause any accidents. In addition, half of the eleven or two people here were ordinary people.
This made Lin Qian very disappointed and a little surprised, but if you think about it carefully, this is normal. Becoming a ghost controller depends on luck.
One out of ten is considered too many. No matter how outrageous this ghost post office is, it is impossible to create so many ghost masters at once, and there is no one to manage it.
If these people can reach the fifth floor, they will most likely come up in waves, and there must be one or two ghost masters among them. This is inevitable, otherwise they would have died long ago.
What caused the accident was the seven rooms on the fifth floor. I don’t know whether it was because there were too many messengers gathering together, or because the letters in my hands had not left the post office for a long time.
In the room on the fifth floor, more than a dozen evil ghosts came out in unison. When these evil ghosts came out, Lin Qian was so happy that he immediately let the hungry ghosts eat... Oh no , to welcome guests.
Lin Qian would not turn away this kind of warmth that came to his door, so a tragic scene was staged in front of all the messengers, which frightened them to death.
Their world view suddenly collapsed, and in their hearts they just felt that ten thousand grass and mud horses were galloping past. If it weren't for their physical inability to walk and their speech, they might have just plopped down and knelt down, and then started crying and shouting. .
Of course, this is still a bit exaggerated, but the kneeling is definitely kneeling. They have lived for most of their lives and this is the first time they have seen this kind of scene.
This was also the source of panic in their eyes. They had no choice but to rush into this scene. They felt that their next fate might be a little unlucky.
It’s not that they are too pessimistic. It’s true that this young man is so fierce. How fierce is he? It's so vicious that it won't even let go of even the most vicious ghosts.
Compared with the despair of the messenger, Lin Qian felt a little pity. I wonder if there were no ghosts in the post office today or something. Lin Qian waited for a long time but did not wait for the ghost to come out of the room again.
For this reason, Lin Qian even let the starving ghost go into the room and take a look. There was no ghost in the room, which was very disappointing, but this was just a trivial episode. No more...
Just when Lin Qian was getting a little impatient, the sound of someone quickly going upstairs appeared, and then he saw a man walking up carrying an old shovel.
The moment this person walked to the fifth floor, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately said "f*ck" in his mouth, and a layer of black appeared on his body.
Then, and then there was no more. The moment the ghost realm appeared on this guy's body, it disappeared. Then he was just like the person who came before, his expression was stiff, his eyes were full of fear and disbelief, and he was walking stiffly. He walked toward the wall.
“Ha, you opened a ghost domain in front of me, do you think you are Li Jun?”
Lin Qian sneered, did not look at this guy, and continued to stare at the stairs on the fifth floor in boredom. , if the calculation is correct, there are two more.
The other messengers, who were squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, looked at the man holding the shovel with an expression of welcome to join the big family. Their eyes were filled with sympathy, joy, and even a bit of schadenfreude.
Sometimes, when a person falls into a pit, he will be happy to see others fall into the pit, and the more people there are, the happier he will be.
Yingying looked at the expressions of these people in confusion, his eyes full of confusion. He really couldn't understand why these people were gloating over their misfortunes.
They are all acting like birds, not thinking about how to get out of trouble, but they are still here gloating about their misfortune. Are these people out of their minds? Otherwise, how could this happen?
Until the eagle squatted down with his head in his hands, he saw the other two messengers going through the same process and walking towards this side with the same stiff steps.
He suddenly understood what was going on in their eyes before. It turned out to be so refreshing to see others suffer the same thing as them...
Everyone had arrived, Lin Qian opened her half-closed eyes and let the starving ghost take Coco down. Lin Qian clapped his hands and got off the counter.
Lin Qian walked up to the first messenger, holding a red umbrella, and gently tapped his head with the red umbrella. A smile appeared on his face:
"I asked , Answer, understand?”
The messenger, who was hit on the head by Lin Qian with his back umbrella, suddenly had a glint of hope in his eyes. He felt that this was his chance to survive.
Just as he was about to nod and say yes, he was horrified to find that he still couldn't say a word, and even his eyelids that could blink before couldn't blink.
The messenger immediately panicked, his eyes full of panic, and his pupils suddenly dilated and narrowed.
Seeing that this guy didn't say a word, Lin Qian's smile slowly disappeared, and the gloomy look in his eyes was undisguised:
"So courageous, I would rather die than answer. My problem, if that’s the case, then you are useless.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the messenger turned into a streak of white dust and died quietly, without any trace. A hint of pain.
If this messenger could speak before he died, it must be:
"You made me speak! You didn't let me speak. How do you know that I don't want to answer your question! What the hell are you doing? Lao Liu, you don’t talk about martial arts!”
It’s a pity that he can’t speak for any other reason than Lin Qian forgot about it.
The other couriers could not see the fate of the courier because they could not move their eyes. They only heard Lin Qian's voice, so they did not know that the courier was gone.
But they still guessed something in their hearts. As expected, that guy had already ascended, so they were even more frightened.
Lin Qian ignored the dust on the ground and rubbed his cheeks. His smile must be sincere, otherwise he would not look like a good person.
With a warm smile on her face again, Lin Qian came to the second messenger and gently placed the red umbrella on the messenger's head:
"I asked, You answer, understand?”
The messenger stared at the young man in front of him with a warm smile. He subconsciously wanted to swallow, but he forgot that he couldn’t move up and down now, so he couldn’t move either. There is no way to make this move.
Lin Qian stared at the silent messenger, frowned, turned to look next to him, and felt a little confused:
"Are all your messengers so stubborn? Would you rather die than cooperate?"
After saying this, Lin Qian looked at the messenger and saw that the other person's eyes were just more frightened than before, but this guy was stunned. They are a stubborn group who are unwilling to say a word.
Seeing this, Lin Qian's expression became very calm, and without saying a word, this extremely tough messenger directly followed in the footsteps of the previous one.
When the other couriers heard what Lin Qian just said, they murmured in their hearts, these are those two guys, so stubborn, they refused to say a word, even if you snorted, it was considered An attitude.
What's going on when you don't say a word or even make a sound? And they don’t remember that there is such a tough messenger among them?
Could it be that we don’t have enough contact with each other and haven’t noticed that there are such stupid people among them?
At this moment, they all have one thought in their minds. The two fools just didn't grasp the chance of survival. Why are they pretending to be noble? What can be compared with their own lives?
Integrity? How much is it worth? How much is life worth? They are really two fools. Anyway, when they are asked about it later, they will say whatever they want. Even if they are asked when we will wean, they will never hide what they know.
These are nothing compared to living...
Just when they were thinking about what questions they would be asked next, they could answer them one by one.
Lin Qian's voice sounded again:
"I ask, and you answer, understand?"
At the moment when the voice fell, the third messenger looked at Lin Qian with dull eyes, thinking in his heart He just felt like shit, now he understood why the two messengers were so tough.
I’ve been doing this for a long time and I can’t help but be tough. You asked me about this shit, but you asked me to speak!
How can I cooperate with you in answering questions if I don’t speak? ! Damn it, you idiot, you are deliberately trying to kill us!
"When did you messengers become so stubborn? This is the third time. You are stunned and you don't even make a sound. Is it because I can't kill you, or are you drifting away?"
Lin Qian stared at This messenger's face was very gloomy. The messenger who was stared at by Lin Qian looked at Lin Qian with dull eyes. His heart had already collapsed. In other words, he was tired and it was pointless. He should destroy it quickly. I'll hurry up. Take the next bus and reincarnate.
Seeing that this man still didn't speak, Lin Qiangang planned to let this guy become an immortal and ascend, but he heard Coco's childish voice:
"Dad, it seems that these uncles can't Open your mouth to speak, so uncles like dad can't answer dad's questions."
Lin Qian:...
messenger:? ? ? ? ? ?
The atmosphere froze in an instant. Xia Hanxin lowered his head silently, looking at his nose and nose, as if he heard nothing and saw nothing. He was very obedient and sensible. .
The corner of Lin Qian's mouth twitched, and she turned to look at Coco, a little helpless:
"Girl, dad knows they can't talk, dad just wants to play for a while, oh, forget it, that's it Come on, finish it quickly "
Lin Qian rubbed his temples, feeling a little headache. He casually killed the messenger in front of him and knocked the red umbrella lightly on the ground. In an instant, the entire fifth floor was covered with dust. Seven Eight evil ghosts appeared in the aisle.
Lin Qian looked at these fierce ghosts with a very calm expression. The hungry ghost appeared and ate them all. He reached out and took the shovel and a hook that the hungry ghost brought and threw them into the painting.
The messengers on the fifth floor are all going to die, for no other reason than because they changed the rules of the ghost post office so that the ghost post office no longer sends letters to suppress the evil ghosts. From that moment on, they can dead.
Are any of them innocent? have? This is actually fart. Which messenger who can reach the fifth floor doesn't have a few lives on his hands?
Since Lin Qianlai came to this world, he has killed less than ten ordinary people. Compared with them, Lin Qian can be regarded as a good person who has accumulated virtue and performed good deeds.
After all, he can save ordinary people in a city by handling an S-class supernatural incident. If this cannot be regarded as doing good deeds, then there is no such thing as doing good deeds in the world.
Lin Qian rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little helpless. It was a stroke of genius for his daughter to cause trouble.
Taking out the black letter from his pocket, Lin Qian tore it up without even hesitating. It was a waste of his time to deliver the letter at this point.
thorn
The letter was torn directly, a coldness appeared, the lights in the corridor began to flicker, a figure appeared in the stairway, footsteps appeared, and the figure moved towards Lin Qian He walked away, ignoring Coco, who was being held by a starving man, and Xia Hanxin, who was pretending to be a fool.
Staring at this fierce ghost, Lin Qian was a little surprised. He raised his head slightly and looked at the extinguished light bulb. He probably knew what the killing pattern of this fierce ghost was.
"If the lamp goes out, you will die."
"Is there a fierce ghost that appeared in the original work? It is somewhat interesting, but it only means that much. There can't be more."
Lin Qian didn't care about this fierce ghost. , just let the starving ghost eat it in one bite. It just so happens that he doesn't have this kind of killing pattern yet, and now he just has one more.
As the hungry ghost swallowed the fierce ghost in one gulp, the lights in the aisle flickered, and soon the light returned.
Lin Qian walked to the counter, reached out and picked up a red letter, her eyes flashed red:
"Is that letter just now the first or the second? Why is the supernatural being in this letter so weird?"
Lin Qian turned to look at the female corpse, frowning, a little confused, But soon he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes slowly narrowed, staring at the female corpse without saying a word, with a fierce look in his eyes. I don’t even know what you people are thinking. When did I stop updating? And why can’t I be unwell? Why do I have to update every day? Can't I rest? I'm writing a novel. If you're not satisfied, you'll scold me, if I say I'll take a break, if I tell you to take a break, if I tell you that the protagonist is invincible, you'll scold me. If I don't follow the original story, you'll scold me. What on earth are you going to do? If you are not satisfied, just don't watch it. Why are you coming here to spray me? What do I owe you? I update 200,000 words a month, and I work until ten o'clock every night. I have to update you when I come back. What on earth am I doing? For the several hundred dollars in royalties? If I didn't feel that so many people support me, I would have stopped writing. I'd be criticized by you every day. Am I a saint? You think I won't be angry? For a few hundred dollars, why should I be so cruel? Or do you think I’m a girl and easy to bully because I have a good temper?
(End of this chapter)