Yang Jian encountered Zhao Feng, the Old ssenger of the fifth floor, on the stairs.
Eerie phosphorescence floated in the air, seemingly sparse, yet it dispelled the surrounding darkness and illuminated the vicinity completely. It was sowhat akin to Li Jun's Ghost Fla, but this phosphorescence was evidently a one-ti-use supernatural artifact, as its source was the white rib bone in Zhao Feng's hand.
Moreover, the white rib bone was already running low, appearing to consu a portion with each use.
"This newcor is quite unusual. He bears signs of being eroded by a ghost and holds a peculiar long spear, which must be a supernatural artifact he acquired... But the craftsmanship is very evident, resembling a modern artwork. However, this guy dares to roam alone at night, either a madman or a formidable person."
"If he manages to retrieve the black letter from Room 502, it is obviously more likely the latter. To deal with such a newcor, relying on alone might be a bit of a stretch."
Zhao Feng, using the ti while the phosphorescence burned, observed Yang Jian and analyzed the situation.
And the results of the analysis seed not very promising.
He felt he might have underestimated this newcor to the fifth floor. Before coming, he thought this newcor would be like the ones before, limited in ability, possibly taking the black letter relying partly on luck, as he hardly believed anyone could truly contend with the nurous supernatural presences in Room 502.
But this newcor seed to be a special existence.
"My na is Yang Jian."
Yang Jian glanced at the bizarre phosphorescence floating in the air and then said, "No need to scrutinize . We are eting for the first ti; we've never t before."
"Indeed, we haven't t before. I apologize, I'm just sowhat curious, as it's been a long ti since I encountered a newcor. I heard there was an incident on the fourth floor, with a ghost mixing in among the Fourth Floor ssengers. The post office is issuing a special delivery task intending to clear out the Fourth Floor ssengers. I didn't expect soone would successfully ascend under such circumstances."
Zhao Feng said, then tested Yang Jian's reaction.
Though he seldom cos to the post office, he still pays attention to any changes and situations at the post office, not entirely unaware of the Ghost Post Office.
Yang Jian ignored him and casually said, "I haven't seen other Fifth Floor ssengers at the post office's fifth floor, so I don't know much about the fifth-floor situation. Since you are an Old ssenger on the fifth floor, surely you know more than about the situation there. How about this, you cooperate a little and give your mory, so I don't have to take as many detours. What do you think?"
"Wh... what?" Zhao Feng's plump face showed a look of surprise.
He wondered if he had misheard.
This newcor nad Yang Jian actually wants his mory?
"You actually can steal others' mories?" Zhao Feng beca calm afterward and grew more solemn, as he read another layer of aning.
"Yes, stealing the mory of the living is not difficult for ," Yang Jian candidly admitted.
Zhao Feng let out a slight cold laugh: "A secret like this being casually leaked, do you think you have cornered?"
"Don't say it like that. You can also resist, but I don't believe your resistance would be of any use," Yang Jian said.
He didn't know the purpose of Zhao Feng coming to the fifth floor, as he rely wanted to steal the mory of a Fifth Floor ssenger. Besides, the person whose mory he steals does not die. If they cooperate, they might not even know their mory was stolen.
Hence, Yang Jian didn't find anything inappropriate in his actions.
At most, his approach was a bit domineering.
But how could Zhao Feng possibly cooperate with Yang Jian and let him steal his mory? Once his identity, purpose, and so secrets are known to Yang Jian, everything is exposed.
So this is absolutely an unacceptable request.
"You don't quite seem like a newcor. I'm sowhat regretting coming to the post office alone. If I had waited for a few old friends to co together, you definitely wouldn't survive the night. Unfortunately, I still have to work overti tonight; I can't skip work for too long, otherwise, they'll dock fifty bucks."
Zhao Feng realized that this newcor had the ability to steal the mory of the living, making himself a target.
Nonetheless, he remained unafraid.
He had experienced ssenger conflicts before; this was not the first ti.
"I have no interest in your nonsense nor do I want to ask you anything because anything I want to know I can retrieve from your mind. So if you want to make a move, do it quickly," Yang Jian said calmly.
"You think I will make the first move?"
Zhao Feng said coldly, hiding the rusty iron hook deep within his plump hand, completely concealed.
Under circumstances where both were prepared, making the first move might backfire, as neither knew the depth of the other's capabilities. The first to act would expose the depth of their abilities.
"If that's the case, then I apologize."
Yang Jian's words had just concluded when his Ghost Eye locked onto Zhao Feng intensely, and then a scarlet glow flashed by.
Ghost Domain was activated, instantly opening the sixth layer of the Ghost Domain.
The sixth layer of Ghost Domain can halt everything.
Even for a re second, it was sufficient to reverse the situation.
Yang Jian showed no leniency whatsoever.
Zhao Feng's eyes suddenly widened, hair stood on end, and he found himself unable to move, as if rooted to the spot. He attempted to struggle, but it was to no avail, yet his consciousness remained clear, reminding him of the legend of Sleep Paralysis.
"Boom!"
The next mont.
The fissured long spear flew fiercely, piercing through his body, firmly pinning him to the stairs behind.
Unable to resist, unable to dodge.
Only watch the outco unfold.
Afterward, the red light dissipated.
Yang Jian slowly ca down the stairs: "Because I struck first, you didn't even have a chance to act."
"What a joke."
Zhao Feng widened his eyes, aghast.
However, he wasn't dead yet.
Because the Coffin Nail can only pin down the supernatural, it can't completely kill an ordinary person. It can only inflict a certain amount of sharp weapon damage on the living, though this damage isn't fatal.
But his chest was bleeding, yet his limbs could move. At this mont, he tried to raise his hand to pull out the spear that pierced his chest, only to find he had no strength at all.
The supernatural power within his body lay dormant, as if it had completely vanished and was unusable.
"Who the hell are you?" Zhao Feng's mouth was bleeding, and he growled.
Such a terrifying supernatural attack thod, let alone him, even a real ghost couldn't withstand it.
A monster like this couldn't possibly appear among the Fourth Floor ssengers.
"I said, my na is Yang Jian. People in the supernatural circle call , Ghost-eye Yang Jian." Yang Jian's face remained calm, as if he'd done sothing insignificant.
"Ghost-eye Yang Jian?"
Zhao Feng had never heard this na, but he was not stupid; he knew so changes in the outside scene.
"So that's it, you didn't enter the Ghost Post Office as an ordinary person but as a ghost handler."
"Save your strength talking; I need to extract your mory and then decide your fate. If you die first, don't bla ." Yang Jian walked over, preparing to extract Zhao Feng's mory.
"There's still a chance, I haven't lost yet, there's still a chance," Zhao Feng thought darkly.
His chubby palm was holding a rusted iron hook.
Just one strike, and he could kill Yang Jian instantly.
The opportunity would co when he approached and took his mory.
But at the mont, Yang Jian stopped three ters away from Zhao Feng. He didn't approach, but the Ghost Shadow underfoot quickly extended over, invaded Zhao Feng's body, and extracted his mory.
Zhao Feng went dumb seeing Yang Jian not coming closer.
This,
This guy is so cautious? Not giving any chance at all?
Damn.
Zhao Feng was angry and unwilling.
But it was to no avail.
Never in his dreams did he imagine that the renowned Soul-Reaper Zhao Feng from the post office would fall dramatically into the hands of an obscure young newcor.
At this mont, he felt he had beco a clown.
A chilling sensation enveloped his mind, Zhao Feng felt like sothing had entered his brain, but it was only a fleeting feeling that disappeared quickly.
"I see, Soul-Reaper Zhao Feng? Nice nickna, better than mine... Your current identity is a fish vendor, with a monthly salary of fifty-five hundred, and a pretty wife at ho," Yang Jian was extracting his mory.
"Losing to you is not unjust, with your abilities, most Fifth Floor ssengers are no match for you, but don't be too happy too soon; there's soone on the Fifth Floor you can't handle," Zhao Feng said with a miserable smile, as he let go of his palm and tossed it aside.
The rusted iron hook attempted to dispose of.
mory extraction was real, so he couldn't conceal this supernatural item.
It was all aningless.
Yang Jian, seeing this, gave a glance with his Ghost Eye and then, the next mont, the supposed fallen iron hook appeared in his hand: "You want to throw it away? Too bad, if used well, I could really die at the hands of this thing, too bad you t ; holding the supernatural item in your hand, you don't even get a chance to use it."
"And I know why you ca here, you want to kill to take away the black letter from , right?"
"Since that's the case, then I can't let you live."
Yang Jian continued extracting more and more mories, even knowing Zhao Feng's intention.
The Fifth Floor ssengers seed to decide to act together to kill him and restore the balance of the Fifth Floor.
Useful intelligence.
Yang Jian quickly completed the mory extraction, then glanced at Zhao Feng, directly erasing all his mories.
Zhao Feng had not yet died, but his eyes slowly beca vacant, turning hollow, lacking any spirit, like a vegetative state.
"It's a sha his mories didn't have Captain Yinzi, which ans he's never had contact with Captain Yinzi, though I believe I can obtain intelligence from the other ssengers."
Yang Jian then walked over, pulled out the spear, and dragged Zhao Feng's body back to the Fifth Floor.
No need to continue wandering around the post office.
Tomorrow at six, the post office will be bustling.
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