Fifth floor of the post office.
Inside room 502.
Yang Jian's eyes revealed a trace of fatigue. He had used too much supernatural power, and even with spiritual weapons, the situation wasn't optimistic.
But the result was considered good.
He successfully entered the bedroom inside room 502 and found the source of the supernatural phenonon in this room.
In the room, there was sothing similar to a shrine, with two small red lights burning on either side, scarlet and eerie. In the middle, there was a small figure kneeling, dressed in clothes, with eyes closed, as if asleep.
"This setup seems familiar?"
Yang Jian tightly gripped the long spear in his hand: "That's right, I rembered, it was in the room of the supernatural incident in room 301 in Dachuan City. There was a shrine, too, but it was empty, with no idol being enshrined."
"So, the thing on the shrine is this, then?"
Upon closer inspection, this small figure was neither made of clay nor wood but was a withered and emaciated body that had undergone special treatnt.
It seed as if an incomplete Ghost Infant had been turned into such an idol through so supernatural ans.
As for what this thing was used for, Yang Jian wasn't sure, but he was certain it was this ghostly object affecting the whole room.
He approached again with caution.
At this ti, he found so clues. Underneath the kneeling small figure, there was a photograph pressed. The photo was heavily faded, indicating it was quite old, but it could still be vaguely recognized. The content seed to be room 502.
Moreover, the layout of the buildings in the photo was contorting and changing, like a movie screen, with the image in motion.
"This is not a random supernatural phenonon, but a supernaturally arranged place. Soone used this object to influence the entire room, creating a haunted room where one can enter but not exit, trapping both the ssenger entering this room and the ghost within."
Yang Jian's Ghost Eye spied, and he understood most of it.
He approached closer.
The scene before his eyes was rapidly distorting and changing, seemingly preventing anyone from approaching this idol. The originally empty walls now had walls appearing, and the surrounding floor changed. Yang Jian, who was previously in the room, now found himself in the living room.
Yang Jian did not move; it was the entire room moving.
No matter how he maneuvered his supernatural power, it would forcefully return him to the starting point.
On the floor of the living room were mutilated corpses. A dull sound ca from the direction of the bathroom, with blood seeping out from the bathroom door gap.
"I roughly know how to handle this situation. The supernatural has affected the whole room, so the key is to interfere with the supernatural entanglent. Once the supernatural is disrupted, a flaw will appear in the room, possibly restoring affected areas to their forr state."
"However, the ghost that can influence reality has a significant terror level, and ordinary ghost handlers can't interfere with it."
"But unfortunately, I am not an ordinary ghost handler."
The Ghost Shadow behind Yang Jian flickered, and then a pitch-black shadow spread across the floor rapidly, covering the walls and then the ceiling.
Wherever the room's architecture was, his Ghost Shadow covered it all.
"Now, let's see how you continue to influence reality and alter everything." Yang Jian, expressionless, stepped towards the bedroom.
At this mont, the walls twisted, and the ceiling shook violently, as if an earthquake had occurred in the entire room.
Without wasting ti, Yang Jian quickly arrived in the room.
The shrine was still there.
The withered small figure knelt on a photograph as before, unchanged.
The closer Yang Jian got, the more intense the nearby buildings shook.
The ghost sensed Yang Jian's presence and attempted to alter the surrounding environnt, but such changes were interfered with because the Ghost Shadow covered the walls and floors. While this influence was powerful, Yang Jian's Ghost Eye didn't need to completely resist; he just needed to hold on for ten seconds.
Such a short ti was enough for Yang Jian to act.
He quickly walked to the shrine's side and reached out.
Without taking the eerie little figure kneeling on the shrine, he pulled out the photograph under the small figure's body.
The photograph was the dium, crucial to affecting the entire room.
As the photograph was removed,
The next mont,
The shaking room instantly cald, and the supernatural power no longer interfered with room 502.
Subsequently, the lights in the living room flickered.
The yellowish light lit up again.
The person who previously claid to be Old Li appeared once more, still standing expressionlessly in the living room like a cold corpse. He observed the reappeared room door and understood that the supernatural setup in this room had been broken.
"Yang Jian. You really did it."
At this mont, Yang Jian tore up the old photograph.
The shrine remained, and the small figure remained kneeling with no movents. He avoided touching it to prevent unnecessary trouble.
"You've appeared again?" Yang Jian glanced: "You hid things from . This is not an ordinary haunted room but a supernaturally arranged place to trap you here, no, to keep this black letter here."
"What does this represent? I believe you know."
Old Li said, "To reach this point, it doesn't matter if you know many things. If you can't survive today, knowing won't help. You're right. This room was an intricate setup by the previous ssenger. Since the post office had black letters, they had no choice but to devise such a thod."
"A thod that neither tears the letter nor falls victim to the post office's curse. This thod is simple, to keep this black letter eternally in the hands of a Fifth Floor ssenger."
"Ordinary ssengers who don't deliver the letter will be killed by the letter's curse."
Yang Jian squinted his eyes: "So, they needed to artificially create an anomaly, soone like you, a ssenger, a dead person, yet a fierce ghost... In this case, even the post office's curse couldn't kill you."
"So the letter remained in this room, and so delivery task indefinitely suspended?"
Old Li nodded: "Your deduction is accurate; that's the situation. This thod was bold and risky, but the result is evident, we succeeded."
We?
Yang Jian's gaze sharpened: "You cooperated in the action, too?"
"Of course, I thought it was a good thod at the ti, a chance to end the ssenger's fate."
Old Li said, "And at that ti, soone had to make a sacrifice, and I was the sacrificial one. It wasn't just my decision, it was a collective decision."
"You set up this situation, why are you now trying to break it?" Yang Jian asked.
"Situations have changed, supernatural events are starting to appear outside, the post office is also getting out of control... everything is moving in a bad direction. I think ssengers are necessary. If my death exchanged for the ending of the Fifth Floor ssenger's fate, then the death of the ssenger is for the end of the supernatural events."
"That's the conclusion I ca to later, so the ssenger must deliver the letter, must die, must accept this fate," Old Li said. "So now, it's up to the Fifth Floor ssenger to take on this responsibility."
"I'm afraid the Fifth Floor ssenger is not willing to do this." Yang Jian said coldly.
Old Li looked numb and said, "Indeed, that's why new ssengers attempting to break the balance keep dying. You've seen the bodies in the room, those were the Fifth Floor ssengers who died here before. If you can't do it today, you'll be one of those corpses too."
"But if you succeed, then the post office will begin to operate again, starting with this black letter."
"Everything will change for the better."
Yang Jian glanced at the black letter in his hand, "I'm afraid things aren't that simple. Holding this black letter might provoke a lot of hostility from the Fifth Floor ssengers."
"Are you scared?" Old Li asked.
"Scared? They should be afraid of instead. The Fifth Floor ssenger, even if there's no mistake, should be killed." Yang Jian said coldly, as if intending to purge the entire floor.
"That's good. Tomorrow at six o'clock, the post office lights will be on, and all the Fifth Floor ssengers should gather. Be careful." Old Li said.
"No need to remind ," Yang Jian replied. "I do have a few questions I want to ask you."
He found that in Old Li's current state, he couldn't steal mories, so he had no choice but to ask, because this Old Li had no body, was not a ghost, but a supernatural phenonon relying on an aggressive ghost.
Today, the balance of room 502 was broken, and he probably wouldn't exist for much longer.
"Whatever you want to ask, feel free." Old Li said, "But I know very little."
"What are those portrait oil paintings outside the Fifth Floor hall?" Yang Jian asked.
Old Li fell silent, still with no expression, until so eerie movents ca from the bathroom and he quickly said, "Those paintings existed before I ca to the post office. We've speculated that they represent ssengers who successfully escaped from the Fifth Floor. Each person who delivers three letters and successfully leaves the post office will have an oil painting."
"Why does the post office do this? What is the significance of this action?" Yang Jian frowned and asked.
Old Li said, "After delivering three letters, a ssenger from the Fifth Floor has three choices. I don't know if the information is true or not, I'm only telling you what I know."
"What are the three choices?" Yang Jian asked.
Old Li said, "The first choice is to leave the post office. The second choice is to return to the first floor of the post office, but as a trade-off, you can revive one person in the oil painting."
"Hmm?"
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, "Wait, only leaving the post office leaves an oil painting, so what's the point of reviving soone from the painting?"
"It should be an arrangent to re-absorb forr ssengers back to the post office. After all, ssengers who manage to leave play a significant role, yet it's all speculation, and no one knows why the post office would do this," Old Li said. "As for the third point, it's neither leaving the post office nor reviving those who left, but choosing to go down a road leading to an unknown floor."
"What kind of road is it? Nobody knows, and nobody has chosen that route. It's a mystery. So guess there's an unknown sixth floor, and others say it offers insight into the secrets of the post office, but no one dares gamble with the unknown, so there's no relevant information."
Yang Jian furrowed his brow.
It seems there are plenty of secrets on the Fifth Floor.
"One last question, what is the purpose of the black letter?" Yang Jian asked.
Old Li said, "That's also an uncertain answer. If the yellow letter symbolizes the ordinary, and the red letter symbolizes danger, then the black letter likely represents death. We suspected at the ti that the post office intended to kill all ssengers from the Fifth Floor, which is why the black letter appeared."
"Of course, there's another hypothesis, which I inferred from the sending conditions back then."
"I rember the sending condition at the ti was that all the Fifth Floor ssengers had to participate in the delivery task, and ultimately only the person who successfully delivered the letter would survive, while the rest would be deed as failures in sending and would suffer the curse of failure."
"Only one person can succeed in the delivery task?" .
Yang Jian's eyelid twitched, "This is indeed a mission to die for—participants all perish, only one can live. No wonder you chose this thod to leave the black letter in the post office instead of delivering it."
"Even now, the delivery tasks continue and have not stopped, because the task has special requirents—it only counts from the day you leave the post office." Old Li glanced at Yang Jian.
"If that's the case, then the post office's purpose isn't the delivery task, but to select a special ssenger. That person must be strong in all aspects, otherwise, they won't be able to hold onto this letter. And after that person completes the task, sothing might happen that I think is worth looking forward to." Yang Jian said calmly.
He faintly has a guess.
This black letter might be the post office's manager letter.
The ssenger who successfully sends this letter might beco the next post office manager.
Of course, that's just a guess; he can't be sure if it's correct.
"Now you should think about how to handle the situation ahead, not continue lingering here. The ghosts are getting out of control; you're in great danger." Old Li added.
From the position of the bathroom, more viscous blood flowed out, while the shattered corpse in the living room gradually seed ready to move again.
The cold aura in the bedroom grew heavier.
Supernatural power is awakening again.
But the only good news is that the light in room 502 ca on again, which indicates that the aggressive ghost was suppressed by the post office, and there's no longer a supernatural effect preventing the door to the outside from appearing.
Now, Yang Jian can leave anyti.
He's not too anxious.
He can handle the appearance of aggressive ghosts and tried to keep probing this person called Old Li for intel and ask so key questions.
"Have you seen a corpse stored in a glass jar?" Yang Jian asked again.
"The room next door sotis makes sounds of a glass jar rolling, but there's an aggressive ghost in that room," Old Li revealed an information: "There's a painting with that thing, but it's hard to find."
"The room next door and in the painting? Got it, is there anything else?" Yang Jian asked.
He only had two pieces of the puzzle in his hand; those should not be enough to make a complete corpse.
"I'm not sure," Old Li said.
"What is the identity of the corpse in the glass jar? Do you know?" Yang Jian asked again.
"So people have found it before but never fully assembled it. It's a mystery, and I studied it in the past but eventually gave up," Old Li said.
From hearing this, the corpse in the glass jar must have existed for at least ten years or even longer.
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