Beside a highway in a state in Arica.
There’s a highway motel here, these are quite common abroad.
However, due to supernatural incidents, the vehicles on the highway are few, causing the motel’s business to not be very good, with only a few cars willing to stop and rest each day.
Toward evening, the neon sign on the motel’s roof had already lit up, but at this mont, for so unknown reason, the sign flickered with a hiss before quickly returning to normal.
But under the setting sun, three blurry silhouettes suddenly appeared, only for two of them to quickly vanish.
The remaining silhouette gradually approached the front of the motel.
"It’s definitely the right address." Wang Yong halted, looked up to double-check the address, confirming it was correct, while secretly feeling shocked.
How long has it been, and Yang Jian’s Ghost Domain has already brought to a foreign country.
"Yang Jian didn’t imdiately envelop the motel with the Ghost Domain, nor did he imdiately take action. He’s worried about inadvertently alerting the target, so he sent to check first. Even if a ghost handler notices , they won’t be overly cautious, since I am not well-known in the supernatural circle, and my ability is not top-notch, so I am not seen as a big threat." Wang Yong understood Yang Jian’s arrangents.
Very soon.
He walked into the motel’s restaurant.
The restaurant layout was simple, with just a counter and five or six scattered tables, two of which had custors, chatting and eating.
"Buddy, need anything?" A server behind the counter greeted with a smile.
Wang Yong went over and directly asked, "I’m here looking for soone, his na is Dai Sen, though I’m not sure if that’s his real na. Here’s his photo."
As he spoke, he handed over a pencil sketch.
The server didn’t even look and said, "That’s unfortunate. We are prohibited from leaking custor information."
Wang Yong didn’t say anything, just placed a stack of cash on the counter: "Tell , this is all yours."
A stack of money, no need to count to know it was ten thousand dollars.
"Sir, the guest you are looking for is staying in room 201. Here’s the room key; if you don’t recognize it, I can lead the way."
The server enthusiastically handed over a key, quickly pocketing the thick stack of tips.
No one dislikes a guest who is so generous.
"Thank you." Wang Yong took the key and turned to leave.
But as he approached the exit, suddenly the two tables of guests in the lounge abruptly stopped their conversation and turned to look at Wang Yong.
"Wang, your appearance surprises . I really didn’t expect you to arrive here so soon; I thought you would only co in three to five days." The speaker was a foreign woman, her eyes dim and expression rigid, as if controlled by so influence.
Wang Yong’s complexion changed slightly; he realized that all these custors were Dai Sen’s informants, influenced by his supernatural power.
"I ca through supernatural ans; the new manager of the Ghost Post Office has assud office, and the terrifying tasks are about to restart. We have other plans and hope to rally the Fifth Floor ssenger for a major event."
He shifted focus, drawing the conversation toward the Ghost Post Office.
Because this person nad Dai Sen was too cautious, any conversation might alert and provoke defensive asures, yet Wang Yong understood, considering the abilities and prowess of the Fifth Floor ssenger.
"My goodness, the new manager has assud office?" The foreign woman responded in a sowhat exaggerated tone, "What are others planning to do? How can I assist?"
Wang Yong said, "I must speak with you personally, otherwise I won’t disclose the plan to you. But you need to know whether the plan succeeds or not, the Fifth Floor ssenger will be reckoned with; now I’m trying to contact as many surviving ssengers as possible. If the matter weren’t so severe, I wouldn’t have co in person."
After speaking, the custors at the tables in the dining room fell silent again, making no response, as if the supernatural force controlling them had dissipated.
"Dai Sen, give a response, Dai Sen?" Wang Yong attempted to call out but received no answer.
Behind him, the server also disappeared sohow.
"Did he leave?" Wang Yong furrowed his brows deeply.
Then unexpectedly.
His phone suddenly buzzed with a ssage, containing location coordinates.
The coordinates pointed to a deserted area near the motel.
Seeing this, Wang Yong didn’t hesitate and imdiately set off in the direction indicated.
Soon, he spotted an abandoned camper at the location, rundown and seemingly uninhabited. As he approached, a foreign man, appearing in his forties, with disheveled hair, akin to a holess person, staggered down with a bottle in hand.
"Wang, I apologize, I have to be cautious. It’s a special period now, and I don’t want to be targeted by those people, or I’ll et a tragic end."
The foreign man greeted with a smile, then shook the bottle: "Care for a sip?"
"Dai Sen?"
Wang Yong looked carefully before daring to confirm that this was indeed the ssenger from the fifth floor back then.
He knew a bit about Dai Sen’s experiences. Dai Sen and his family of three ca to the country for tourism, accidentally received a letter from the Ghost Post Office, and then beca a ssenger. Because of delivering letters, he couldn’t live a normal life anymore, and his wife couldn’t stand that life and returned abroad with their daughter, divorcing him. .
Wang Yong asked, "Who do you an by ’they’? You’re also a ghost controller; who dares to bully you?"
"Who else could it be? Of course, it’s those bastards from the King Organization. They wanted to invite to join them, but I refused. I don’t want to get involved in that ss. After all, my identity is a ssenger, and I always rember that. Afterward, those bastards started hunting down as an enemy."
Dai Sen grinned slightly, "During that ti, my parents died, and my wife was gone too, even my child... These were all their doings. I’ve been looking for a chance to take revenge, but the King Organization’s informants are too formidable. I must always stay vigilant."
"Looks like you’re living quite miserably. Maybe you need a little help." At this mont, a cold voice suddenly rang out.
On the roof of the dilapidated RV, a person was suddenly standing there, unnoticed as to when they appeared.
"Damn, when did you get here?"
Dai Sen was taken aback, quickly turning around, while his body emitted a fierce stench, like that of rotting flesh, emanating a chilling supernatural aura.
But when he saw the person standing on the roof, he stopped, the ferocity on his face turning to shock.
Obviously, he recognized Yang Jian.
"Are you... Yang?" Dai Sen asked uncertainly.
"You know ? Good, looks like this saves a lot of trouble." Yang Jian’s body vanished from the roof and then reappeared behind Dai Sen.
Dai Sen turned around once more, his eyes filled with solemnity: "It wasn’t the King looking for , but you? The Ghost Post Office thing was purely a scam, a ruse to draw out."
"I’m looking for you just to ask about the King Organization, and I am not interested in ordinary trivial matters about this organization. I only want to know about those Kings within the organization, and if you can tell , I would be grateful," Yang Jian said calmly.
"What if I refuse?" Dai Sen asked.
Yang Jian replied, "You will die by my hands, and then I’ll search your mory for the files again. I just don’t want to do that because you have a grudge against the King Organization, and I want to keep you around in case there’s a chance for cooperation in the future."
He originally intended to kill and get the mory, but now he thought this Dai Sen could be utilized.
"You want to take down a King?"
Dai Sen wasn’t stupid; he imdiately understood Yang Jian’s intent: "You’re a crazy guy, but I have to admire your courage. If you can take down a King before you all go to war, it would indeed be a remarkable victory, and your country desperately needs such a victory to stabilize the situation."
"But you should know that behind a King is a massive force. Your solo actions are unlikely to yield much, because even if you manage to target a King and make a move, the other Kings will co to aid imdiately, and you’ll have a terrible death."
Dai Sen took a swig of strong alcohol, smiling, "Unless you can end the fight in a very short ti. The problem is, it’s impossible to do that, maybe you should call on a bunch of good mates, and then you might have a bigger chance."
"I just need the address of one King; the rest is none of your concern," Yang Jian said.
He couldn’t search the Ghost Domain widely; he must have an address for precise action, so intelligence is crucial.
"Wang, you should advise him; this is not a good idea," Dai Sen said.
"It’s a good idea, and you should have so faith in my captain," Wang Yong replied.
Dai Sen looked at Yang Jian, then at Wang Yong: "I can’t tell you. Listen, whatever plans you have, they have nothing to do with , don’t pull into it."
However, just as he spoke those words,
The next mont,
The surrounding scenery changed drastically, a sinister Ghost Fla burst into life, engulfing the spot where Dai Sen was.
The scorching pain instantly occupied his whole body.
Dai Sen turned into a person afla, letting out a heartrending scream.
"The taste of being burned by Ghost Fla is unpleasant. How many minutes can you hold on? I don’t want to say the sa thing a second ti." Yang Jian’s voice echoed in the sea of fire.
"Stop, stop, I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you everything."
At this mont, Dai Sen was utterly terrified; he knew if it continued, he would surely be burned to death by the fire.
Moreover, this fire could burn even his bones, sothing even supernatural couldn’t extinguish.
"You only have one chance; cherish it well," Yang Jian withdrew the Ghost Domain of Ghost Fla, finally making the Ghost Fla disappear.
However, Dai Sen’s hands and feet, his skin were already charred black, with even a few small flas not yet put out.
"I only know the location of one King; he’s in this state, but I can’t be sure if he’s still at his manor at this mont, whether you encounter him depends on your luck," Dai Sen said, then urgently relayed a new address to Yang Jian.
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