Inside the old second-floor corridor.
The chilling wind scoured the hallway, where scattered red letter paper shreds were whirled into the air, spreading everywhere.
Each piece of red paper shard, at this mont, seed as if it was possessed by malevolent spirits. All the couriers on the second floor felt an urge to stay as far away as possible, even fearing to touch them, lest they get tainted by so curses and et an untily death.
Among the couriers on the second floor, there were quite a few with extensive experience.
Liu Mingxin was one of them. From the mont he beca a courier, he had delivered no less than five letters, encountering genuine supernatural forces five tis.
And each ti was more terrifying than the last.
Under normal circumstances, one more letter and he would have beco a third-floor courier.
But unexpectedly, an accident occurred.
The torn red letters would bring the most horrific crisis to everyone on this floor.
Ghost Shadow was about to attack.
The flickering lights in the corridor, the enveloping chill, the surroundings seed to grow dim, and a black mist gradually crept in, covering the entire floor.
The most terrifying thing was.
The doors of all seven rooms on this floor burst open in an instant, with a loud noise.
From so rooms, there appeared to be strange noises.
"Why did you have to do this? Aren't you afraid of death at all? If you want to die, just do it yourself, why drag us down with you?" Liu Mingxin forcefully maintained his composure as he loudly questioned Yang Jian.
"I should have shot you dead with a single bullet just now, to avoid being killed by you."
"Where did this newbie co from, got the nerve to share your address, believe it or not, one call from and your whole family is dead."
It wasn't just him; the other couriers were also becoming extrely aggressive, almost as if they wanted to tear Yang Jian into shreds.
After all, they still held hope for survival and wouldn't tear the letters on their own before a desperate situation was upon them.
Darkness engulfed.
Yang Jian's figure in the shadows was sowhat blurry, but his eyes glowed eerily red, and he spoke with an indifferent tone almost devoid of emotion: "If you're not satisfied with , you can kill right here and now, no need to make a fuss. After all, to fight for survival, I can understand."
"So, if I'm killed by you guys, I deserved it, and don't bla you. But if you guys are the ones who die, I hope you don't bla either. After all, coming to the Ghost Post Office, there's no way for you to leave alive. Rather than dying on the journey of delivering letters, it's better if I help you out a bit, reducing the painful process."
"So, does anyone want to make a move now?"
While speaking, he walked down the corridor, passing by rooms 27 and 26, preparing to return to room 21 where he was before.
The Ghost Door Blocker from Li Yang needed to enter the room to be effective.
So Yang Jian planned to withstand the attack of Ghost Shadow from within the room.
Many couriers in the hallway stared intently at Yang Jian, as if they wanted to make a move but held back with trepidation.
They were not fools; they could see that this man nad Yang Jian was too calm and appeared so indifferent that it was as if he had no emotions. The most eerie thing was his red glowing eyes, which made those who were gazed upon feel as if they were being watched by a malevolent spirit.
It sent shivers down one's spine.
If it weren't for the fact that this person was still standing here talking with everyone, so might even think that the figure before them was not human.
Yang Jian passed by these people as if they were just air, completely ignoring them.
The second floor of the Ghost Post Office was not worth his linger.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.
The tall and muscular man with a fierce expression on his face shot from behind.
"Stop pretending, did you really think I wouldn't dare to act? If you want to kill , I'll finish you off first."
After saying this.
The sound of gunfire followed one after another, at such close distance there was no chance of missing.
"Lü Yue, stop it!" The man nad Cai Yu's complexion changed dramatically as he shouted urgently.
The other people were montarily stunned at this sight.
Soone had actually taken action.
Although Lü Yue's actions were understandable, was the person who tore up the red letters really soone to be trifled with?
However, no matter how special the newcor from the first floor was, getting shot that many tis should an the end, right?
After all, at the end of the day, he was still just one person.
He couldn't be as unkillable as Ghost Shadow.
Many people thought this way.
But the reality was that Yang Jian turned around expressionlessly, his red eyes staring at the tall muscular man.
The gunshots ceased.
Everyone was horrified.
Was this person unkillable?
Lü Yue was also shocked; he widened his eyes, seemingly not expecting such an event to unfold.
But then.
He thought of the noise coming from room 21 last night.
No wonder Chen Xing from room 21 was killed off. Facing such a person, how could he possibly guard that room.
The next mont.
Lü Yue was startled, and before he could react, a cold, dark hand had already tightly gripped his throat.
A strong man weighing over 200 pounds was thus easily lifted by the sowhat frail Yang Jian.
Lü Yue's face turned bright red, he struggled with all his might, but it was useless.
The strength of this person was astonishingly great, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free from this terrifying hold.
"Crack!"
Then, a crisp sound of bone breaking echoed.
Yang Jian flung his arm, dumping the man with an indifferent expression from the second-floor corridor.
The body fell, quickly vanishing into the darkness, soundlessly.
Dead.
This ssenger of the second floor, the sowhat intimidating Lü Yue, was so effortlessly taken out.
At this mont, everyone else remained silent.
But it seems that they found such an outco not too hard to accept.
A person who couldn't even be taken down by a gunshot had already stepped out of the ordinary ssenger category. On this floor, he was almost an unsolvable existence. If he wanted to kill soone, no one could resist. He could truly do as he pleased.
From now on.
No one dared to criticize Yang Jian for his letter-tearing behavior anymore.
All dissatisfaction had cleanly dissipated. Even if there were any, it had to be deeply buried in their hearts.
"He truly is a person not to be trifled with," reflected the ssenger called Cai Yu, as a shadow gradually covered her heart.
Being on the sa floor with such a person is a very frightening matter.
"Ah!"
However, just as the atmosphere was heavy, a terrifying scream suddenly resounded.
A man standing in the corridor was suddenly pulled by sothing, his body flying backward and crashing into the open door of room 23 behind him.
The lights in the already darkened room were dim, almost pitch-black, and nothing could be seen.
But many people clearly felt that sothing appeared in that room, a kind of terror that was incomprehensible and lurking inside.
"Bang!"
Along with a loud noise, the door of room 23 suddenly closed again at this ti, and the screams of the man dragged inside abruptly ceased.
It seed that the person had been killed by sothing, or else the closing door had cut off all sounds from inside.
"What?"
A few people nearby, just recovering from the confrontation between Yang Jian and Lü Yue, were instantly filled with panic in the face of this sudden eerie occurrence.
"It's a ghost, there's a ghost in the room, the price for tearing up the letter is coming," cried Wan Xing, who had just co up from the first floor, his emotions becoming sowhat abnormal.
His whole body was trembling, enveloped in fear.
Because he noticed the most desperate fact: the second floor of the Ghost Post Office is very small, with almost no place to escape.
"Ghosts have invaded the ssenger's room? What a joke," the second-floor ssenger, Cai Yu, narrowed her eyes and subconsciously moved away from the door behind her.
The dim room at this mont not only failed to provide safety for the ssengers but beca a source of terror.
The corridor seed to be safe.
Because in the corridor, the weak yellow light was still on, although the light flickered from ti to ti, it was never extinguished.
"There's a ghost in the room?"
Others were instantly startled, feeling a chill throughout their bodies.
Because they had stayed in their rooms for an entire night before and had done so previously as well.
If Yang Jian tearing up the red letter this ti had attracted a fierce ghost attack, then the fierce ghost must have had a source.
Could it be that there were already ghosts in the room?
Those who realized this felt a surge of inexplicable fear and dread in their hearts.
Sharing a room with a ghost for many days?
If they had known this beforehand, who would dare to stay longer in these horrible rooms?
But now was not the ti to think about this.
Yang Jian paused in his steps because he now stood at the door of room 21, but his gaze was directed toward the door of room 23 that had just closed.
"Team Yang, it seems there really is sothing stirring in the room," said Li Yang, standing next to him, his expression slightly changing as he sensed anomalies emanating from deep within room 21.
It was the perception of a ghost controller.
"Where exactly is it?" asked Yang Jian.
Li Yang said, "It should be... in the bedroom."
Bedroom?
Yang Jian's gaze sharpened, "The place where the woman nad Qian Rong stayed last night?"
"Yes." Li Yang suddenly realized, "She never left the room just now."
"Follow inside."
Yang Jian dashed into Room 21 with big strides.
Li Yang imdiately followed closely behind.
The unlit Room 21 was shrouded in darkness, but the darkness was not dense, just enough to make out the silhouettes of the walls, chairs, and the door.
The bedroom door was tightly shut at the mont.
It was unclear if it had been opened before or not at all.
"Direction." Yang Jian inquired.
Li Yang imdiately pointed towards the bedroom.
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, emitting a faint red glow that disregarded the darkness, he saw faint traces on the door.
Those were bloodstains.
Even a few woman's fingernails with flesh attached had fallen on the floor.
The blood and remaining fragnts of nails were fresh, having occurred not long ago, likely not more than five minutes.
"Was that woman nad Qian Rong dragged into the bedroom by a ghost?" Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.
He imdiately walked over and arrived at the bedroom door, leaning close as if to listen for any sounds from inside.
Quiet.
No noise at all, and of course, no cries for help or screams.
Dead?
Yang Jian thought to himself.
That woman, he had saved her once yesterday, yet in the end, she had died anyway.
Although it was indirectly because he tore up the red letter, there was no helping it.
If Yang Jian didn't tear up the letter, he would have to deliver it, and delivering it could spark more deadly supernatural incidents outside.
"Take a look."
After pondering for a mont, Yang Jian tried to open the bedroom door,
The wooden door, though shut tight, was not locked and easily opened a crack.
A chilling coldness drifted out, mingled with a faint scent of decaying corpse.
Still, there was no movent inside.
Yang Jian's gaze peered inside and caught a glimpse of a corner of the room.
He saw the woman nad Qian Rong.
Her eyes wide open, her neck hanging from the bed's headboard, her blood-stained hand reaching towards the direction of the door, seemingly struggling in her final monts, but her breath was no more, and her body was rapidly cooling.
No mistake in judgnt.
The woman was indeed dead.
Her will to live was strong, but it proved to be futile; the survival rate for ordinary people caught in such events was incredibly low.
Yang Jian withdrew his gaze; he did not feel responsible for her death, nor did he feel guilty.
Because this is the cost of choices.
Without investigating the Ghost Post Office thoroughly, it was impossible to prevent the supernatural incidents caused by the ssengers, and not tearing up the red letter, the event at Fushou Garden could recur, this ti perhaps in Dachuan City.
He knew many ssengers were pitiful and innocent.
But what of it? Everyone involved in a supernatural incident is a victim, Yang Jian included.
"Dead?" Li Yang asked.
"Yes."
Li Yang said, "It's good that she's dead, it ans she's been liberated..."
But before he could finish,
Yang Jian's expression changed drastically; he felt a massive pulling force coming from the room's door, as if the door was about to reopen, and so incomprehensible supernatural power inside was trying to suck him in.
"Li Yang, close the door."
He was resisting.
The shadow under his feet flickered.
To avoid being attacked in an instant, Yang Jian used a bit of Ghost Shadow's power.
Not to fight, just to buy so ti.
Li Yang imdiately rushed over, his hand making contact with the old wooden door.
In an instant.
"Bang!"
Another loud sound of a door shutting resonated as the room's door imdiately closed tightly.
At the sa ti, the supernatural power transmitting from inside was also blocked off.
The ghost's attack was forcefully interrupted by Li Yang.
"How dangerous is it?" Yang Jian imdiately inquired.
Li Yang had blocked the door, seemingly having trapped an unknown ferocious ghost inside. He said, "It's unclear, I didn't feel the ghost struggling against ; it seed to have given up… no, more like it's not there anymore."
Yang Jian's brow furrowed: "Whether it's there or not isn't important, what matters is successfully getting through this attack. This is the second ti I've ripped up a red letter, summoning a dangerous ghost, and the threat it poses shouldn't be low. You managed to fend this one off; after we go up to the third floor, I'll make other preparations."
"Don't worry, Captain, I think I should be able to handle it," Li Yang nodded in response.
He too could see that after the last trip to Dahai City, Yang Jian wasn't in good shape, showing signs of erosion by the fierce ghost, so he shouldn't recklessly use the power of ghosts anymore.
"Ah!"
However, before he could finish speaking, a scream of terror emanated from the corridor outside.
Yet another person, due to being too close to a certain room, was instantly pulled in by an irresistible force. After letting out a blood-curdling scream, everything abruptly stopped with the slam of the door closing.
"It's Wan Xing." Wang Shan's pupils suddenly tightened after witnessing the scene.
The targeted person was Wan Xing, like himself, who had just co up from the first floor, thanks to the fortune brought on by the red letter Yang Jian had sent earlier. He had progressed to the second level without much incident, only to die here unexpectedly.
"The ghost is in one of the seven rooms, and it moves randomly. Everyone be careful," the second-floor ssenger, nad Cai Yu, who seed to have noticed sothing, shouted out loud.
He had figured it out.
The ghost could only use the doors of certain rooms to lure people in and kill them.
And when people near Room 23 were attacked, the other rooms were safe; no attacks occurred nearby.
A bit of pattern, but no chance to save anyone.
Because the Hui-style Building corridor consists of seven rooms, and you will always be close to one of them no matter what.
No, that's not right.
There is a safe place.
The four corners of the Hui-style Building corridor.
That's where two rooms intersect, the middle of the dividing line, which might also be a blind spot.
Cai Yu's gaze sharpened, and he quickly moved towards the nearest corner of the wall.
"Be careful? How should we be careful? It's easy for you to say, Cai Yu, when there's nowhere to run here. No matter how you dodge, you can't avoid the seven rooms, unless you jump down from the building," a middle-aged man nad Liu Mingxin said through gritted teeth.
"If we don't co up with a strategy quickly, the ghost will kill all of us," a woman interjected, her voice cool and composed. She wore glasses and appeared both demure and efficient.
Her na was Yang Xiaohua, a lawyer and also a ssenger on the second floor, who, to date, had delivered two letters; like Cai Yu, she could be considered an experienced ssenger on this level.
"No, no!"
As soon as Yang Xiaohua finished speaking, a ssenger beside her suddenly let out a scream of horror.
The door of a room a few ters behind her swung open, a dark, enveloping room within which an overpowering suction force erged, directly pulling the person backward.
Despite the person's desperate grip on the wall, it was in vain, as they were still swiftly dragged inside.
Leaving behind only a gaze of despair and a piercing scream.
Fingers slid across the ground, leaving behind several deep bloodstains.
"Bang!"
The door closed tightly.
All noise once again returned to silence.
"Rooms that have closed after an attack won't have ghost attacks for a short period," Yang Xiaohua observed another detail, and she loudly explained.
Previous rooms where soone had died were now tightly shut, and subsequent victims were those who got close to the rooms that had not yet closed their doors.
This ans the area in front of closed doors is now safe.
This pattern ca just in ti.
It could buy ti, a chance to survive.
The remaining ssengers were few, and they frantically vied for positions by the doors of the rooms that had already been closed.
"Is she right, or am I?" Cai Yu stood at the corner, his expression fluctuating.
His judgnt differed from Yang Xiaohua's.
He believed that the key to survival lay in the four corners of the Hui-style Building, while Yang Xiaohua thought the entrances of rooms where people had died were temporarily safe.
Both were just guesses, unconfird.
To confirm would an to risk one's life.
"I won't change my mind, I'll stay right here," Cai Yu bit down hard, reinforcing his own judgnt.
Right now, Wang Shan was in a state of indecision, hesitating and struggling, because he noticed the different approaches taken by Cai Yu and Yang Xiaohua.
A person could only choose one thod to survive; it wasn't possible to use both.
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