Fang Shiming's mysterious recovery

Chapter 71 Letter Changes

An open oil-paper umbrella suddenly appeared above his head.

"bump."

An ax was chopped on the oil-paper umbrella. The head of the ax was used for chopping firewood in the countryside. The ax head was red and the handle was black.

The oil-paper umbrella was split by an axe.

He has an extra samurai sword 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 body fall heavily, and felt nothing. This ghost was not too scary, but the ax was not bad.

After carefully observing the head that rolled to the ground, I found that it was not flesh and blood, it looked like wood, and it seemed to be painted. It was inactive and lifeless. In short, it felt very strange.

"It's somewhat similar to the female ghost in red in the ghost painting."

That experience in the old attic is still vivid in my mind.

Fang Shiming chose to exchange the head for points, but was told that the ghosts in the ghost painting could not be exchanged.

"It seems that the ghosts at the ghost post office are not easy to brush."

With a flash of white light on his body, he had already appeared in front of the portrait, holding an ax in his hand, but the ax looked like it was painted.

The ghosts in the painting cannot be exchanged by the system.It seems that we can only wait for the post office to turn off the lights before hunting ghosts.

Fang Shiming glanced at Sun Rui and sat in the hall, while Sun Rui looked at him with a respectful expression.

Sun Rui seemed to be watching a live broadcast, and the image of Fang Shiming cutting off the head of a flying ghost in the portrait kept echoing in his mind.

"Choose 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 were no seats at the counter.

Sun Rui looked at the time, nodded, and limped into room 11.

The next moment, with white light flashing, an ice-sculpted sofa appeared at the counter.

Fang Shiming, who was sitting on the sofa, tapped the counter mechanically with his fingers.

Time passed slowly.

Soon it was 5:55pm.

The lights in the post office began to flicker.

Fang Shiming was expressionless, took a puff of cigarette, and exhaled five or six smoke rings from his mouth.

Turning on Mimiko's cell phone, she checked the time on the phone.

At this moment, the time has not yet reached 6 o'clock, and the post office has already begun to change strangely.

The lights of the entire post office began to flicker continuously, and it seemed that they would be completely extinguished in the next second.

Soon, as the lights flickered and went off.

The light in the entire post office dimmed visibly with the naked eye.

Piece after piece of darkness invaded the post office from an unknown place. The thick darkness was like a wave, and finally, it flooded the entire post office.

Yet at this time.

The sound of dead footsteps echoed in the terrifyingly silent post office.

It was the sound of the corpse stepping on the wooden board, one after another, creaking, creaking, floating over, faintly.

Fang Shiming took out the samurai sword from the space, inserted it with the scabbard into the sofa, grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it out.

Through the vague light, the samurai sword reflected the cold light.

"Step, step!"

A faint sound of footsteps appeared, the sound of footsteps was very heavy, echoing in the darkness outside, gradually approaching here, the sound became clearer with the change of distance.

Fang Shiming's ghostly eyes flickered, and he saw that Li Gui had already arrived in front of him, and a withered, bluish ghost hand stretched out towards him, but before he got close to him, a saber flashed.

"thump."

One arm was chopped off by a samurai sword, and Fang Shiming kicked the ghost away.

"bump."

Li Gui was suppressed and remained motionless.

The backlash of the samurai sword came, and Fang Shiming restarted himself instantly.

He walked up to Li Gui, pressed his arm on Li Gui's body, and found that the suppressed Li Gui trembled again, as if showing signs of recovery.

Fang Shiming stretched out a ghostly hand and grabbed Ligui's neck, and the supernatural power was activated.

Li Gui was suppressed again.

As the white light flashed, Li Gui had already entered the ghost domain.

Fang Shiming sat down on the sofa again, closed his eyes and meditated.

Suddenly, his figure teleported outside the ghost post office, and found a figure slowly approaching, it was a woman who went out in the afternoon.

The woman glanced at Fang Shiming, walked straight to the room without saying anything.

"Hey, where is the letter?"

The woman stopped in front of Fang Shiming, as if shocked that he dared not go back to the room at night, looked at the gleaming samurai sword, and said: "Tomorrow, the letter will automatically appear at the counter." After finishing speaking, she left without looking back.

"Is this a deal? It seems that this is a customs clearance."

The so-called customs clearance person is the person who returns to the first floor to start sending letters again after delivering all the letters on the first floor and the fifth floor.

According to the original book, Zhang Xianguang is the one who cleared the customs twice, but the time span is too long.

Fang Shiming was disappointed that no other ghosts appeared during the night.

At six in the morning.

The darkness in the post office dissipated, and the light penetrated in from outside the door. Nothing changed. The post office was exactly the same as when I came yesterday.

An unsealed letter was neatly placed on the old counter.

The envelope for this letter is an old yellow envelope.

"good."

At this time, the door of 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's, and he clenched his cane tightly, ready to strike at any time, but the woman ignored him and Fang Shiming, and was going to get the letter on the counter.

When she saw the yellow envelope, she wanted to go forward, but Fang Shiming stopped her.

After Fang Shiming took out the letter, he was about to tear it up, when suddenly a strange gust of wind blew through the lobby on the first floor.

A cold breeze hung on the counter, and the breeze blew away the dust on the counter, and a group of crooked themselves emerged from the dust, forming a sentence.

Daewoo City, Taiping Hospital, Mortuary, No. 76.

The time is 17:[-] am on the [-]th.

Rows of distorted fonts appeared instantly, like random strokes, but pointed to a place and time in the real world.

There, this is the delivery mission.

Fang Shiming's expression didn't change at all.

Although the task of the letter has appeared, he is not going to complete the task, but is going to tear up the letter in his hand directly.

However, at this time.

Unbelievable changes suddenly appeared.

Immediately after Fang Shiming took the yellow envelope in his hands, an unexplainable phenomenon appeared.

Strange traces of red continued to appear, as if stained red with blood.

In the blink of an eye, the red envelope appeared in his hand.

When the woman saw the red envelope, her face changed drastically, which overturned her perception.

She didn't expect to meet the red envelope on the first floor. You must know that the last task she completed on the fifth floor was the red envelope. One-third of the people on the entire floor died.

(End of this chapter)