Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 230 Respective plan

On the fourth floor of the ghost post office, three rooms suddenly opened, and three people with different expressions walked out of the room, and the dim lights in the room reflected on the corridor.

"What the hell is the ghost post office today? How did the letter arrive so fast?"

A woman with a gloomy expression stared at a letter on the counter on the fourth floor with an ugly expression.

"Who knows, the post office doesn't know why it's crazy recently. It can let the courier go out for a while, and it doesn't need it for a while. It's also a night of thumping and thumping."

"There are always ghosts walking up and down the aisle, which makes me panic."

A middle-aged man with a pale face and a black cloth wrapped around his forehead said in a helpless tone.

"You're pretty good. I'm unlucky. If you didn't feel something was wrong yesterday and changed a room, maybe you wouldn't be able to see me today."

"Last night, the room opposite to me was opened by a ghost. This frightened me a lot, and there was a ghost knocking on the door of my room. It took me an hour to knock, and I panicked for an hour. , I don’t know if you have heard.”

A young man with long hair spoke with fear on his face.

Hearing the young man's words, the expressions of the woman and the middle-aged man changed:
"I didn't hear the knock on the door last night, where are you, Old Wang?"

The woman looked at the middle-aged man with a black cloth wrapped around his forehead. Obviously, the old king she was talking about was referring to him.

"I didn't either. I heard footsteps yesterday, but I didn't hear anything else." Old Wang shook his head and said, with a strange look on his face.

"MD, this is so strange, isn't this ghost post office a bit too outrageous, why is it getting more and more scary recently?"

The long-haired young man rubbed his messy hair and said with lingering fear.

"No, we have to go to the fifth floor quickly. I heard from a messenger on the fifth floor that there are some problems on the fifth floor. It has not been sent for many years."

"We can only be safe if we go up. The ghost post office has gone crazy recently. The letters it delivers are more and more dangerous. There are only seven couriers on the fourth floor, and now there are only three of us left."

"If we don't hurry up to the fifth floor, we might die on the fourth floor." The long-haired young man said with a gloomy face.

Hearing the words of the long-haired youth, the gloomy woman and Old Wang nodded one after another:

"It's exactly as you said. The ghost post office has become more and more weird recently. Not only are the letters delivered more and more dangerous every time, but it's even unsafe in the room. If this continues, we will be finished sooner or later." Old Wang said. , his expression was also gloomy.

Hearing Lao Wang's words, the gloomy woman's expression became even more gloomy, she turned her head to stare at the letter on the counter and said

"Okay, let's take a look at the destination of this letter delivery. According to my calculations, we can go up to the fifth floor after delivering letters three times at most, and this time there will be two more."

"As long as we get through it, we'll be free."

"I hope so." The long-haired youth and Old Wang sighed.

The three walked towards the counter, footsteps sounded in the dark aisle, the three came to the counter, the gloomy woman looked at the letter lying quietly on the counter, hesitated, and reached out to pick it up.

But the moment she just stretched out her hand, a footstep came from the stairs downstairs. The gloomy woman, the long-haired young man, and an old Wang all changed their expressions, and turned to look at the stairs on the fourth floor.

Immediately, there was some surprise in their eyes:

"This is another courier from the third floor to the fourth floor? But why is there only one? Is there only one courier on the third floor?"

I saw a young man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a black windbreaker coming up from the stairs, and in his arms was a little girl who was holding a wine jar, taking a few sips from time to time, her little face blushing , I don’t know if it’s from drinking or it’s just from nature.

"You came from the third floor? Why are you alone?" The long-haired young man asked with some doubts.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be only one person coming up, even if you come up with two, you will be alone in the end, of course the little girl doesn't count.

Lao Wang and the gloomy woman stared at Lin Qian with doubts on their faces. After all, this kind of thing is a bit abnormal. It is impossible for the entire third floor to have only one messenger. This is obviously impossible.

When they went up to the fourth floor, there were five or six people. Some time ago, there were three or four people who went up to the fourth floor. How come there is only one person now?Could it be that the ghost post office is also making trouble?

Hearing the long-haired young man's inquiry, Lin Qian chuckled, ignored it, and turned his gaze to the counter, where there was a letter.

"The black letter is very common, see if you can tear it up."

Lin Qian walked straight towards the counter, but was stopped by the long-haired youth with his hand before taking a few steps.

The long-haired young man narrowed his eyes and his face was gloomy:

"Boy, I asked you something, didn't you hear?"

Lin Qian frowned, staring at the young man who controlled a ghost:

"Get out of the way, I'm in a good mood now, and I don't have time to talk to you."

As soon as Lin Qian said this, the face of the long-haired young man suddenly became ugly, not only him, but the gloomy woman and Lao Wang all became unfriendly.

"Boy, you are crazy, you..."

But before the long-haired young man finished speaking, Lin Qian grabbed his head, and with a click, the head split open, and Lin Qian tore the long-haired young man's head from his neck.

Lin Qian picked up the long-haired young man's head expressionlessly, looked at the astonishment on his face, hooked the corner of his mouth, and threw his head to a starving ghost who suddenly appeared.

The starving ghost swallowed the head and the body of the long-haired young man in one gulp.

All of this happened so fast that the gloomy woman and Lao Wang didn't even realize it, and it was over.

When they reacted, the body of the long-haired young man was gone. The pupils of the gloomy woman shrank, she stepped back a few steps, and hit the counter with a plop.

Lin Qian shook off the blood on her hand, her expression was very calm:

"Two, do you want to die or live?"

Hearing Lin Qian's murderous words, Lao Wang and the gloomy woman swallowed, and subconsciously said:
"Want to live."

Lin Qian nodded, with a red light in his eyes:

"Well, I also like to live, so you made the right choice."

After finishing speaking, the gloomy woman and Lao Wang fell to the ground with a plop, their faces full of confusion and bewilderment.

Lin Qian didn't go to see their corpses, just let the starving ghost eat them in one bite.

Living, everyone wants to live, but sometimes you can't live if you want to live, it depends on whether he agrees with you to live...

Lin Qian walked to the counter, picked up the letter, and suddenly said:
"It can still be torn. There is indeed a problem with the ghost post office today. This is a good thing for me. It reduces the time to deliver and wait for the letter."

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Lin Qian tore open the letter, and at this moment, the door of the room on the fourth floor suddenly trembled, and with a bang, the door was almost knocked open by an unknown force.

Several people with cold, numb expressions and empty eyes walked out of the room and walked towards Lin Qian's position.

Looking at all this, Lin Qian threw away the letter that had been torn in half in his hand, and several starving ghosts surrounded by blood appeared beside those ghosts, and swallowed them without any pressure.

At this point, the coldness on the fourth floor faded away, Lin Qian turned his head to look at the letter on the counter on the fourth floor, it just appeared, without anyone noticing it, even Lin Qian only felt a little bit of coldness.

"The red letter, the second letter today, the ghost post office is really rude."

Picking up the red letter from the counter, a bloody smell emerged from the letter, Lin Qian frowned:

"It can't be torn up. This ghost post office has a big problem. It seems that the impact is not enough."

Looking at the address on the letter, Lin Qian's eyes were a little strange:
"Baishui Town, ghost shop, room [-]."

"Time: three days later, twelve midnight."

Lin Qian narrowed his eyes, looked up at the ceiling, his eyes were shining red:

"This is undoubtedly Zhang Xianguang's own doing. Let me go to Baishui Town? Hehe, don't be kidding. When I had a time restart confrontation with that old thing last time, I could clearly see that that place is a big pit."

"The resurrection of the dead is bullshit. If I go to that place, I will be 100% cool. Even if the tricky bride is fake, it's not like I can go there. If a real tricky bride comes by accident, hehe ...I'm going to spend my honeymoon in Baishui Town directly."

Lin Qian put the letter away and looked down at the floor on the fourth floor. To be precise, he was not looking at the floor, but at the buried corpse on the first floor.

"It took so much pains to get off of me, but do you really think I'll follow your lead? Are you kidding me?"

Lin Qian squinted her eyes, and quickly recalled in the original book the location where the ghost's limbs were buried in the ghost post office.

Since tearing up the letter will no longer send out the letter, then I spliced ​​parts of the previous manager's body and asked her to resist some of the rules of the ghost post office.

It is not impossible to tear up the letter at that time.

Thinking of this, Lin Qian looked at a room on the fourth floor, walked straight over, kicked the door open, and the door swung open with a bang.

Lin Qian walked in directly, the room was very dark, the light bulbs flickered on and off, the interior layout was very simple, a bed, a table, a cabinet, and a corpse lying under the bed.

Lin Qian looked at all this and didn't care about it. A starving ghost appeared beside Lin Qian, walked directly to the bed, stretched out his hand and pulled out the motionless ghost lying under the bed, and then swallowed it in one gulp without accident. Down.

Looking at a corner of the room, Lin Qian walked over, squatted down, with scarlet eyes shining, and suddenly inserted his hand into the ground. The ground was as soft as sand and could not resist Lin Qian's hand at all.

The floor was cracked, and Lin Qian pulled out his hand from under the floor, bringing out a large piece of black soil. Lin Qian shook the soil in his hand, looked at the arm wrapped in black paper money in his hand, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"The level of horror is not low. This is Zhang Xianguang's previous manager? It's a pity that he was hacked into such a bird by Zhang Xianguang."

Lin Qian stood up, holding the ghostly hand, and walked out of the room. Next was the third floor, where there was a foot and a torso.

Walking out of the door, Lin Qian went down the stairs to the third floor, walked up to the last room, Lin Qian opened the door violently, and kicked it open.

The room opened instantly, but the moment the room opened, a chill came over his face, and a withered and purple hand grabbed Lin Qian's neck.

Lin Qian stretched out his hand to grab the hand expressionlessly, and threw it outside the door. A starved ghost opened its bloody mouth and waited. Lin Qian's throwing skills were very good, and he accurately threw the ghost Throw it into the mouth of the starving ghost.

The starving ghost swallowed it in one gulp, and then disappeared. Lin Qian walked into the room. The layout of the room was normal, with a bed, a table, and a cabinet. The only difference was that there was no back wall in this room.

The place was shrouded in darkness, and it was weird and dangerous just by looking at it, but Lin Qian didn't care about it, and came directly to the darkness, reached out and pulled out a torso wrapped in black paper, and a dead body. The ghost holding this torso.

Lin Qian calmly let a starving ghost eat this fierce ghost, and threw the torso to a starving ghost to let it carry it. Lin Qian turned around and left the room.

Now that the torso has been found, there is still a foot buried under the counter on the third floor. I have to say that Zhang Xianguang is really ruthless, not to mention cutting people to pieces, but the burial is also very safe.

Ordinary courier, who would go to die and dig ghost post office?I believe no one will do this.

Coming out of the room, Lin Qian looked at the dark corridor, frowned, looked up at the hanging portrait that appeared suddenly, with thoughtful eyes, took out the red letter from his pocket, and knew it in his heart.

"It works. The ghost post office has begun to change. This is because the authority of the administrator is being contested. It is true that Zhang Xianguang is in the ghost post office, but he does not have enough supernatural powers to control the ghost post office."

"So he only has so much authority."

Lin Qian looked at the letter in his hand for a while, put it away, and walked to the counter on the third floor. The sound of footsteps on the quiet third floor was particularly eerie.

Under the flickering light bulb, Lin Qian came to the counter and stared at the old counter. Lin Qian hesitated for a while, but instead of removing it directly, he squatted down and inserted his hand into the corner under the counter.

With his arms groping under the floor, the floor made creaking noises. After groping for a while, Lin Qian came across a piece of something and stretched out his hand to pull it out from under the floor.

It was a leg wrapped in black paper. Looking at this thigh, Lin Qian frowned and looked up at the hanging portrait that had just appeared. It was a portrait of a woman. The woman on it was missing a head, a hand, and a only foot...

Looking at this woman, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes, stood up from the ground, casually threw the thigh to the starving ghost, then turned and went downstairs.

The woman in this portrait, if nothing else, is a stump held by a starving ghost.

"Has it started to recover? Interesting."

In the dark corridor, it was very quiet. As Lin Qian walked towards the second floor, the portrait hanging on the third floor slowly disappeared, and something strange appeared.

Lin Qian didn't care about this. When he came to the second floor, Lin Qian looked at the room on the second floor, thinking in his eyes, and turned to look at the counter. To be precise, he looked at the wall behind the counter.

"It should be here. It seems to be written like this in the original book."

Lin Qian walked to the wall behind the counter, looked at the wall, and reached out to remove the portrait on the wall. The wall behind the portrait was pitch black, which was obviously different from other walls:
"It's here, Zhang Xianguang, the old man, is really good at hiding."

Looking at the pitch-black wall, Lin Qian reached out and pulled out a piece of arm wrapped in black paper. Feeling the coldness above, Lin Qian casually threw it to the starving ghost.

I didn't pay attention to the portrait that suddenly appeared on the wall. The woman in the portrait now only lacks a head and a foot.

Walking down the second floor, there should be a woman's head buried under a beam on the first floor, and the feet are on the fifth floor. He can't go up now, but it's enough, it's just one missing leg, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

But in a painting on the sixth floor of the ghost post office, the inside is dark, with ashes floating under the gray sky, green and red are intertwined.

A blue building stands, and on the old building, a signboard is flashing with neon lights. The three big characters of ghost post office are set off by the neon lights, and weirdness and fear spread on it.

In the ghost post office, dozens of people were standing or sitting, some were playing chess, some were watching the game, the atmosphere was very lively and lively.

A young man in his early twenties was sitting on a stool, playing chess with a middle-aged man in his 30s.

Yang Xiao stared at Zhang Xianguang with a very calm expression, picked up a chess piece and ate one of his horses and said:
"You seem disturbed?"

Hearing Yang Xiao's inquiry, Zhang Xianguang shook his head, and said as calmly as possible:
"Yang Xiao, you are suspicious, what can I feel uneasy about, I am already like this, what else can make me uneasy?"

Yang Xiao stared at Zhang Xianguang, with some doubts in his eyes, he moved a chess piece to eat one of his rooks:

"Stop the car."

Zhang Xianguang gave a slight proof, and stared down at the chessboard, the dead general...

"Old Yang, this guy is dishonest. Give him a nightmare and he will be honest." At this time, a messenger said with a smile.

"Yes, since the person named Zhang came in, I don't think he is a good person. Yang Xiao let him have nightmares, and he will be honest after the nightmares."

Listening to these people's malicious remarks, Yang Xiao didn't care, but stared at Zhang Xianguang, his eyes flickering slightly:

"You seem to be worried about something. Would you like to tell me? Maybe I can help you."

Hearing Yang Xiao's words, Zhang Xianguang remained silent, lowered his head and stared at the chessboard, with some disbelief in his eyes:

"The rules I modified are being reinstated. Someone has become the new manager?"

"But that shouldn't be the case. As the new manager, all my permissions will disappear. Unless I leave the painting and go outside, I won't be able to control the Ghost Post Office."

"The current situation is that my authority is still there, but part of it is missing, not all of it disappears, which means that no one will become the new manager."

"What the hell happened..."

Zhang Xianguang's eyes were full of doubts, staring at the chess game in front of him, silent, thinking quickly in his mind.

But abruptly, he seemed to have thought of something, and his pupils shrank slightly:
"That woman, yes, that's the only explanation. Someone is repairing the woman's body. Only in this way can I explain why my authority is missing."

"After all, only managers can control ghost post offices..."

Zhang Xianguang narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a bad premonition in his heart:

"I just asked the ghost post office to send a letter to Baishui Town, and now someone is filling up the corpse of the previous manager."

"This guy is really impolite. It's amazing not to go to Baishui Town. How does he know this?"

Zhang Xianguang was a little curious. Many people knew about the situation in Baishui Town. The old guy inside had died a long time ago, and it was very dangerous inside. Lin Qian was curious if he knew about it.

But why did Lin Qian know that there was the dead body of the previous manager in the ghost post office?He should not have gone up to the sixth floor. He has not read the book, how did he know?
Zhang Xianguang couldn't figure it out, his brows were tightly furrowed, Yang Xiao stared at Zhang Xianguang, his eyes began to flicker:

"It seems that you have fallen into a new doubt."

Hearing Yang Xiao's words, Zhang Xianguang's hand was slightly stiff, but it quickly returned to normal, and stretched out his hand to reset the chess:
"On the next set."

Yang Xiao smiled, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, he stretched out his hand to set up the chess.

The few people watching around scratched their faces, a little confused, unable to figure out what kind of riddle these two people were playing.

The chess set was set up quickly, the red chess moved first, Zhang Xianguang moved the car, and Yang Xiao fired the cannon with a calm expression:
"Zhang Xianguang, those of us who are dead, don't meddle in the affairs of the younger generation. Your thoughts are too shocking. Some things are better left to the younger generation."

Zhang Xianguang's hand holding the chess pieces froze slightly, raised his head and looked at Yang Xiao, his eyes were dim:
"What do you know?"

Yang Xiao's expression didn't change:

"It's nothing, it's just that you heard some dream talk when you were sleeping."

Zhang Xianguang's expression gradually calmed down, the chess piece in his hand dropped, and the car went out without hindrance.

Yang Xiao raised the black cannon, the front cannon, and the chariot.

dadong city

Wang's old house.

Zhang Xianguang held a blood-stained sword, looked at the broken limbs on the ground expressionlessly, and turned to look at Chen Qiaoyang:

"Is it okay for you to delay the tricky bride?"

Chen Qiaoyang looked at the few people on the ground who had been cut into seven or eight pieces by Zhang Xianguang, nodded in silence for a while and said:
"This is no problem, but you should be clear that the tricky bride is not easy to mess with now. At most, I will let her follow my butt, and the time will not be too long. Your arrangement must be fast, otherwise I won't be able to delay it for too long."

"You don't have to worry about this. If our side goes well, it can be completed in at most 3 minutes. That is to say, you can wait for 3 minutes." Nie Yingping said calmly.

"Is that so, then there's no problem, as long as the bride is not accompanied by a few S-level ghosts, I can completely delay it for 3 minutes." Chen Qiaoyang said vowedly.

Hearing this, Zhang Xianguang nodded, reached out and took out a piece of red paper, looked at the content on it, frowning, and after reading for a while, he put the red paper away.

"Let's go, I still have one thing that I haven't fixed, and Nie Yingping has to go to the grocery store, I'll go back and watch it."

Zhang Xianguang glanced at the corpses of Pei Dong's group, turned around and left, walking towards an old taxi.

Chen Qiaoyang followed, opened the driver's seat and got in, Nie Yingping sat in the back seat, Zhang Xianguang sat in the co-pilot.

The taxi roared, and a chill filled the air. Chen Qiaoyang's eyes flickered, and the chill in the car disappeared instantly. Didi, the taxi horn rang, and a dark green light shone out.

The taxi drove directly towards a building at an extremely exaggerated speed, but it was already in front of the building in an instant, and it was about to hit it, but something unexpected happened.

The taxi went straight through the building, walked away, and disappeared among the buildings without a trace.

Under the sky, heavy snow fell, and a beautiful snow scene appeared in Dadong City. The old Wang's house was full of corpses, and the smell of blood came to the face.

After an unknown amount of time, a bell rang, and a strange fluctuation appeared, and the corpses in the Wang family's old house disappeared instantly.

Pei Dong looked around suspiciously, feeling that there was nothing wrong. The same was true for the rest of the people, and nothing unusual happened.

When they saw the empty yard, their expressions suddenly changed:
"Damn it, where's our taxi? Where's the big and expensive taxi?"

Pei Dong and the others ran into the yard with gloomy expressions, and the taxi that was originally parked here disappeared:

"Nimma, even ghost rentals are stolen these days, what the hell are you not human?"

"Can this thing be stolen? Are you not afraid of being killed?"

Several ghost masters cursed, while Pei Dong's face was gloomy, his head was lowered as if he was thinking about something.

"No, it shouldn't be. We are all in the old house. If someone steals a car, we should find out immediately. How could the car be driven away without us knowing?"

"This is obviously impossible, unless, unless..." The ghost master stammered, as if thinking of something, his face turned pale immediately.

"Unless the person driving the taxi kills us all, it is impossible to drive the car away without us knowing."

Pei Dong said with a gloomy expression, his eyes full of fear.

As Pei Dong's words fell to the ground, the faces of all the people present changed, and there was a deep sense of disbelief in their eyes.

The air seemed to be still, everyone was a little silent, their expressions were a little weird, and they were more or less unwilling to believe that what Pei Dong said was true, after all, this kind of thing was too unimaginable.

A group of ghost masters were killed, and then they drove away in a taxi. This is somewhat...

"How is this possible? In this period of time, who can kill us in one go? After all, we all control the existence of one or two fierce ghosts. How could this happen?" A middle-aged man asked suspiciously.

Pei Dong just glanced at the person who spoke, shook his head and said nothing, then turned and walked into the old house.

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what to say. Seeing Pei Dong leaving, everyone had no choice but to enter the old house together.

Pei Dong's face was not very good-looking, and he thought to himself:

"MD, where did Crossing the River come from? How could it be so strong? If it weren't for the restart in the old house, we might have explained it here today."

"It's really bad luck for eight lifetimes. Not only was he killed once, but the taxi is gone, shit!" Pei Dong cursed his mother secretly in his heart.

On a building not far from the Wang family's old house, Wang Chaling looked at all this with a solemn expression:
"It's such a ferocious existence. One person can kill Pei Dong and his group like this. If it wasn't for the big pendulum clock in the ancestral house, Pei Dong might not have died here today."

"Where did this guy come from? He looks about 30 years old. How come I haven't heard of such a person?"

Thinking in Wang Chaling's eyes, he turned his head and left, ignoring Pei Dong's group. Now is not the time, and he hasn't found what he is looking for, so he is not in a hurry to deal with them.

A flickering Wang Chaling disappeared above the building, and he didn't know where he went.

Ghost post office.

In the lobby on the first floor, Xia Hanxin was chatting with Zhao Yunyun and the others boredly.

"Hey, if you said that we want two to join the headquarters of the International Ghost Master, can you tell the boss to let the headquarters reduce our assessment requirements a little bit, just a little bit." Zhao Yunyun stretched out his hand to compare the length of one Said.

"That's right, that's right. I used to think it's okay not to join the headquarters. Now it seems that my brain must have been kicked by a donkey, otherwise I wouldn't think so."

"Now I want to join the headquarters, but the headquarters actually doesn't like us. After all, we are the ones who have controlled a ghost. Why doesn't the headquarters like us? Xia Hanxin, can you help us find a way? We also want to hug us." Thighs, it’s too dangerous outside, I think we need Big Brother Lin’s thighs to keep out the wind and rain.”

Liu San agreed solemnly, with a very serious and serious expression.

When Xia Hanxin heard their request, she was a little embarrassed, and hesitated for a while before saying:
"Well, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I can't help it. I can't speak in front of the boss, and I can't help it at the headquarters, so I'm sorry."

Hearing Xia Hanxin's words, both Zhao Yunyun and Liu San felt a little disappointed, well, the expectation of hugging their thighs fell through.

Xia Hanxin saw that the two were a little lost, and just about to say something, footsteps came from the stairs, Xia Hanxin, Zhao Yunyun and Liu San all subconsciously looked over.

I saw Lin Qian walking down holding Coco, who was eating peaches. Behind him was a starving ghost with scarlet pupils. The starving ghost was still holding a few pieces of things wrapped in black paper. It looks like human hands and feet and torso.

Lin Qian glanced at Xia Hanxin and the three of them, then ignored them, and turned his gaze to a pillar on the westernmost side of the hall, where the head was buried.

Lin Qian walked straight towards the pillar, Xia Hanxin and the three looked at Lin Qian's appearance, shut up wisely, and did not speak.

Lin Qian didn't care about them, and squatted down in front of the pillar, looking at the ground under the pillar, his eyes flickered, and he stretched out his hand to the ground without hesitation. The yellow soil exudes a coldness, and a smell of earth enters from his nose.

Lin Qian withdrew his hand expressionlessly, and picked up a human head wrapped in black paper from the soil.

Looking at this head, the corners of Lin Qian's mouth curled up slightly, and he tore off the black paper wrapped on it, and a lifelike, well-preserved woman's head appeared in Lin Qian's eyes.

The head was filled with coldness, eyes closed tightly, and his face was very pale. Lin Qian put his head on the ground, reached out to take the hands, feet, and torso handed over by the starving ghost, and tore off the wrapped paper one by one. Stitch it on.

It didn't take long for a lifelike corpse with fair skin to appear in the hall, and a biting chill emanated from the corpse.

Lin Qian stood up, looking at the female corpse with one leg missing with a calm expression, not caring about the coldness, took out the red letter from his pocket, and felt the breath on it.

Just feeling it for a moment, a look of joy appeared on Lin Qian's face:
"Sure enough, this letter can be torn up now. Although I can't let me go up to the fifth floor, it's enough."

Looking down at the slowly disappearing female corpse, Lin Qian narrowed her eyes slightly, hesitated for a while, then reached out and tore up the letter.

A stab.

Suddenly the post office seemed to be quiet, the lights in the hall began to flicker, and a coldness filled the air. A footstep came from the stairs. Lin Qian turned his head and looked over, frowning.

There was nothing there, but suddenly, Lin Qian realized something and turned to look at the ground.

The female corpse that was lying here just now has completely disappeared:

"Oh, have you started free activities?"

Listening to the creaking stairs, Lin Qian thought in his eyes, turned and walked towards the stairs. This time, his exhalation went smoothly, the letter was torn up and it was still red, and there were no ghosts.

Although it's a pity, this is already the best choice. It's just a ghost. It's not that he lacks those dozen or so ghosts.

When passing by the three of Xia Hanxin, Lin Qian hesitated for a while, then stopped:

"In the future, when you go up the stairs, if you hear footsteps, leave the stairs quickly. Now there is a scary ghost wandering in the ghost post office. If you accidentally die, don't blame me for not reminding you."

After finishing speaking, Lin Qian left directly and walked towards the fourth floor. Looking at Lin Qian's back, the three of Xia Han opened their mouths and looked confused.

Recalling what Lin Qian did just now, they basically understood what the ghost Lin Qian was talking about.

"Did Mr. Lin personally bring out a ghost to kill us?" Zhao Yunyun was silent for a long time before he uttered these words.

Xia Hanxin: ...

Liu San: ...

Lin Qian: ...

Lin Qian slightly turned her head to look at Zhao Yunyun, grinned at the corner of her mouth, and continued to go upstairs without saying anything.

Zhao Yunyun swallowed, and hid behind Xia Hanxin, Xia Hanxin looked at Zhao Yunyun speechlessly, thinking that this guy is too arrogant, he hasn't gone upstairs yet, he can't wait for others to complain Are you complaining after leaving?
It's embarrassing now, it's overheard...

Lin Qian walked up the stairs and soon came to the fourth floor. It was just a small episode before. He is not such a crazy person. He will not kill Zhao Yunyun just because of a complaint. He is very kind and never kills...

When he came to the fourth floor, Lin Qian looked at the female corpse standing at the top of the stairs on the fifth floor, and frowned. The stairs on the fifth floor were illusory, and he couldn't go up.

At this moment, the female corpse has completed the remaining leg. I don't know if it was dug out by herself. Staring at the corpse, Lin Qian looked calm and didn't care too much. As long as it doesn't attack her, it won't attack her. something will happen.

Looking away from the female corpse, Lin Qian looked at a letter on the counter on the fourth floor, which was still red, walked to the counter, and picked up the letter.

Picking up the letter, a red light flashed in Lin Qian's eyes, staring at the address and time on the letter, Lin Qian was a little surprised:

"Tianshui Town, the old house on the west side."

"Time: Five days later, twelve midnight."

"This letter cannot be torn. There are some things. After delivering this letter, you can go to the fifth floor."

"Tianshui Town, what kind of place is this? It sounds like a pretty good place."

Lin Qian thought about these things, put away the letter, and looked up at the female corpse and the hanging portrait on the wall on the fourth floor.

Lin Qian chuckled, turned around and left the fourth floor. Starting today, the ghost post office will be very dangerous, but there is no major problem. The ghost post office has no messengers now, and there may be no messengers in the future. When he goes up to the fifth floor, five For all the messengers on the floor, how long they can live depends on his mood.

In the dark corridor, only the sound of Lin Qian's footsteps going downstairs could be heard. The female corpse standing on the stairs on the fifth floor looked at Lin Qian closely, with a chill all over her body. Walking up, footsteps sounded.

Walking down the fourth floor, Lin Qian came to the first floor. He didn't care about Xia Hanxin and the others, and left the ghost post office directly. Now he has to go back to Dajiang City, stay in Dajiang City for a day, and immediately go to Tianshui Town.

There is a high possibility that an old guy is going to die, go and see in advance, if you are lucky, you may get a terrifying ghost.

Of course, not only for Li Gui, but also for going up to the fifth floor as soon as possible, Xiaoyue's hanging portrait must be hung in the ghost post office as soon as possible, otherwise Xiaoyue will have no chance of resurrection when he starts to control the ghost painting.

Now Xiaoyue is relying on the support of the ghost painting, and he will definitely take back all the ghosts when he controls the ghost painting. At that time, he will not be controlling Xiaoyue's painting.

It is the source of ghost paintings that controls Xiaoyue's paintings. Once this happens, Xiaoyue's paintings will lose their supernatural powers and become ordinary paintings. Only the ghost of the post office and the dye in the ghost post office can save Satsuki.

This is also the reason why he must come to the ghost post office. This is not only the easiest way to revive Xiaoyue, but also the safest way.

It is not impossible for Ghost Cabinet to come up with a way to revive Xiaoyue, but the price is too terrifying, not worth the risk. As for the human skin paper, hehe, even if this ghost is afraid of himself, there will be no less pits to bury , Bury as much as you can.

Walking out of the ghost post office, Lin Qian looked at the sun in the sky, narrowing her eyes slightly. The sun in winter will make people feel very comfortable, and it will give hope to people who are about to freeze to death.

This may be the meaning of the sun in winter, Lin Qian turned his head to look at the unfinished building behind him, his eyes were a little cold:
"Everything is about to start. Zhang Xianguang's plan, and the start of my driving ghost painting. These will start after I ascend the fifth floor. I don't know if I will start driving ghost painting first, or Zhang Xianguang has arranged his plan in advance."

"Hehe, who knows, Zhang Xianguang, let's see who lives and who dies. I probably won't die, how about you?"

Lin Qian laughed out loud, a flash of green and red flickered, and an incomparably brilliant blue mark streaked across the sky of Dahan City, unwilling to leave for a long time in the sky.

(End of this chapter)