Chapter 71 Changes in Letters (please collect and recommend)
An open oil-paper umbrella suddenly appeared above the head.
“Bump.”
An ax struck the oil-paper umbrella. The ax looked like one used in rural areas to chop firewood. The ax head was red and the ax handle was black.
The oil-paper umbrella was ripped open by an axe.
There was a katana in his hand.
“Zheng.”
Before the old man could react, he cut off the old man’s head with a knife.
Fang Shiming watched the headless old man's corpse fall heavily, and felt nothing in his heart. The ghost was averagely scary, but the ax was pretty good.
Looking carefully at the head that fell to the ground, I found that it was not flesh and blood, but looked like wood, and it looked like a painting. It was inactive and lifeless. In short, it felt very strange.
"It is somewhat similar to the female ghost in red in ghost paintings."
The experience in the old attic is still vivid in my mind.
Fang Shiming chose to exchange the heads for points, but was told that the ghosts in the ghost paintings could not be exchanged.
“It seems that the ghosts in the Ghost Post Office are difficult to brush.”
A white light appeared on his body, and he appeared in front of the portrait, holding an ax in his hand, but this ax looked like a painting came out.
The ghost in the painting cannot be redeemed by the system. It seems we can only wait until the lights go out at the post office before catching ghosts.
Fang Shiming glanced at Sun Rui and sat in the hall. At this time, Sun Rui looked at him with respect in his expression.
Sun Rui seemed to have watched a live broadcast, and the scene in the portrait of Fang Shiming chopping off Li Gui's head with a knife kept echoing in his mind.
"Pick a room and go in. This place is very dangerous for you at night." Fang Shiming looked at it for a long time and found that there was only a counter but no seats. He couldn't help but sigh: It's really stupid, not even a seat is given.
Sun Rui looked at the time, nodded, and limped into Room 11.
The next moment, white light flashed, and an ice-sculpted sofa appeared at the counter.
Sitting on the sofa, Fang Shiming tapped his fingers mechanically on the counter.
Time passes slowly.
Soon it was 5:55 in the evening.
The lights at the post office began to flash.
Fang Shiming had no expression on his face, took a puff of cigarette, and blew out five or six smoke rings from his mouth.
Opened Mimiko's phone and looked at the time.
The time has not yet reached 6 o'clock, and the post office has already begun to undergo strange changes.
The lights in the entire post office began to flash continuously, and it seemed that they would be completely extinguished in the next second.
Soon, as the lights flickered on and off.
The light throughout the post office dimmed visibly.
Darkness after darkness began to invade the post office from unknown places. The rich darkness was like a wave, and eventually, it flooded the entire post office.
But at this time.
The sound of dead footsteps echoed in the terrifyingly silent post office.
That was the sound made by the corpse stepping on the wooden board. Every now and then, it creaked and floated over, as if there was nothing there.
Fang Shiming took out the katana from the space, inserted the scabbard into the sofa, grabbed the handle and pulled the knife out.
Through the faint light, the katana reflects the cold light.
"Tap, tap!"
A faint footsteps appeared. The footsteps were very deep and echoed in the darkness outside, gradually approaching here. The sound also became clearer with distance.
As Fang Shiming's ghost eyes flashed, he saw that Li Gui had already arrived in front of him. A dry, green ghost hand stretched out to him. Before he could get close to him, a flash of sword light flashed by.
"Plop."
One arm was cut off by a samurai sword, Fang Shiming flew up and kicked the ghost away.
“Bump.”
Li Gui was suppressed and motionless.
The backlash of the katana arrived, and Fang Shiming instantly restarted himself.
He walked up to Li Gui, put his arm on Li Gui's body, and found that Li Gui, who had been suppressed, was shaking again, and seemed to be showing signs of recovery.
Fang Shiming stretched out a ghost hand, held Li Gui's neck, and activated his supernatural power.
Li Gui was suppressed again.
As the white light flashed, the evil ghost had entered the ghost realm.
Fang Shiming sat on the sofa again, closing his eyes and relaxing.
Suddenly, he teleported outside the ghost post office and found a figure slowly approaching. It was a woman who had gone out in the afternoon.
The woman glanced at Fang Shiming, said nothing, and walked straight to the room.
"Hey, where is the letter?"
The woman stopped in front of Fang Shiming, seemingly shocked that he dared not return to the room at night, looking at the gleaming samurai sword, and said: "Tomorrow, the letter It will automatically appear at the counter." After saying that, he left without looking back.
“Is this settled? It seems that this is a passer.”
The so-called passers are people who, after delivering all the letters on the first floor to the fifth floor, return to the first floor and start delivering letters again.
According to the original work, Zhang Xianguang was the one who passed the level twice, but the time span was too long.
No other ghosts appeared at night, which made Fang Shiming very disappointed.
At six o'clock in the morning.
The darkness inside the post office dissipated, and light seeped in from outside the door. Nothing changed. The post office was exactly the same as when it came yesterday.
An unsealed letter was neatly placed on the old counter.
The envelope of this letter is an old yellow envelope.
“Not bad.”
At this time, the door to the room opened, and Sun Rui and the woman with heavy makeup walked out of the room at the same time.
When Sun Rui saw her, his face was as ugly as a dead person, and he clenched the cane in his hand, ready to take action at any time, but the woman ignored him and Fang Shiming and prepared to get the letter on the counter.
When she saw the yellow envelope, she wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Fang Shiming.
After Fang Shiming took out the letter and was about to tear it into pieces, suddenly a strange wind blew through the lobby on the first floor.
A cold breeze hung on the counter. The breeze blew away the dust on the counter, and a row of crooked figures emerged from the dust, forming a sentence.
Daewoo City, Taiping Hospital, Morgue, No. 76.
Time: 3:15 a.m. on the 17th.
Lines of distorted fonts appeared instantly, like random strokes, but they pointed to a certain place and time in the real world.
There is this message delivery mission.
Fang Shiming's expression did not change at all.
Although the task of the letter has appeared, he is not ready to complete the task, but is ready to tear up the letter in his hand.
However, at this moment.
Incredible changes suddenly appeared.
The originally yellow envelope had an unexplainable phenomenon immediately after Fang Shiming got it in his hands.
One trace after another of strange red colors kept appearing, as if they were dyed red by blood.
In just the blink of an eye, a red envelope appeared in his hand.
After seeing the red envelope, the woman's face changed drastically, which subverted her cognition.
She didn't expect to encounter a red envelope on the first floor. The last task she completed on the fifth floor was a red envelope, and one-third of the people on the entire floor died. (End of this chapter)