Mysterious Resurrection

A group of six quickly walked to the fifth floor, and Wang Yong naturally became the leader of the courier team. He strode ahead, full of murderous intentions for the newcomers who disrupted the balance, and at the same time, he also had some fear.

But look at so many people behind him, this time he must kill the rookie, but he must also ensure his own safety, lest the rookie jump over the wall and replace a few people in a hurry.

A series of hurried footsteps sounded, because it is daytime, and I don’t worry about seeing ghosts in the post office, so I don’t need to worry too much about the action. After all, this time I have to deal with people, and in everyone’s subconscious, people are more powerful than others. Ghosts are much easier to deal with.

The group climbed the last flight of stairs with determination to regain the calm of the post office.

They pushed open the wooden door and came to the lobby on the fifth floor.

Although some messengers have not returned here for many years, the oil paintings on the walls and this silent hall often appear in their sleep, waking them up in the middle of the night.

"The smell here makes people feel palpitations. If possible, I really don't want to go back to this place in this life." The man in the suit looked around and became vigilant and nervous.

"Wait, look at that corpse." Someone in the team said.

Everyone turned their eyes to the corpse at the door of room 503. One person was probably very confident in his own strength, so he walked forward and spread out the corpse.

"Zhao Feng?" Someone in the team recognized the identity of the corpse.

Others have naturally heard of Zhao Feng's name, but they didn't recognize him. After all, Zhao Feng is a lone wolf, and his appearance has changed so much that few people can recognize him.

"I guess I was thinking of making a surprise attack, but I didn't expect to be killed by the newcomers directly. I guess I still formed a group with those of us who also had the same idea." A middle-aged man in the team said.

Zhao Feng's head was pierced by some sharp object, and there were traces of sharp objects piercing his arms. From the face where the outline of the face can still be seen clearly, Zhao Feng was very frightened before he died, as if he had been subjected to some kind of attack. A huge shock of terror.

Some people in the team had ugly expressions on their faces, and some of them were not as strong as Zhao Feng, so they felt a little unspeakable fear of the newcomers in their hearts.

But right now the balance is going to be broken, their comfortable life is going to disappear, they are naturally unwilling, anyway, they are going to die anyway, and now with Wang Yong leading the team, the odds of winning will be greater.

After decades of accumulation, the couriers on the fifth floor of the post office have reached a very considerable level. Time is also poison to them. Those who can't get up and down will die in their own spirits.

Obviously, those who have the courage, courage, and confidence to enter the fifth floor of the post office to snipe newcomers will naturally not be ordinary people.

"The door of room 502 was broken. What happened last night? Even the door was broken?" said the middle-aged woman.

"Now is not the time to care about the door. It's not easy for a newcomer. If he can destroy the door, it means that his means are very powerful. And at this point in time, he should be resting in a certain room. Note that our arrival is very important. It may have disturbed him." Wang Yong said.

As if to prove Wang Yong's words, the next moment, the door of Room 507 was violently opened from the inside.

You came to the post office so early, probably not for the mission of delivering letters, and there should be more than a few of you on the fifth floor, and there are still people who haven't come? "An indifferent, as if emotionless voice sounded.

The eyes of the six messengers were attracted by Qiqi, but they saw a young man in his twenties with a strange spear in his hand, walking out of the door of Room 507 expressionlessly, beside him was a man in a red wedding dress. The young man, the blood on his clothes seemed to be congealed into substance, a faint smile appeared on his face, but his hands were empty.

Behind the two, there was a young man, his aura was obviously much weaker than the two in front, and he was guarding with a small blood-stained wooden hammer in his hand.

Wang Yong? "Yang Jian looked at the messenger in the lead: "A ruthless person who sent two letters on the fifth floor. "

"You know me?" Wang Yong frowned, looking at the fallen corpse of 503 with a trace of coldness in his eyes.

I'm afraid this guy has leaked all the information on the fifth floor. It seems that this newcomer is a ruthless character. Even if the information is obtained through torture, Zhao Feng is still not alive.

"I know what I need to know. Don't be hypocritical. You want this thing." Yang Jian stretched out his hand and shook it, and a black letter appeared in his hand.

"Sure enough, it's in his hands." Immediately, the face of the person next to him changed, and he couldn't help but make a sound.

"Send this letter back to room 502. We can avoid conflicts. The curse of the messenger should not continue. You should leave the post office like us and return to freedom. If you continue to send letters, you will die miserably." Wang Yong watched After glancing at the letter, he was not in a hurry to tear his face apart.

Because if possible, he wanted to try to persuade this newcomer to stand on his side. As long as the position changes, there will be no enmity between them, and the misunderstanding can be resolved.

More importantly, confidence, Wang Yong's confidence is already very small, there are six people on their side, and only three people on the opposite side, Wang Yong didn't take the person with the blood-stained wooden awl in his hand.

But the person holding the black letter and the person in the weird wedding dress gave him an extremely dangerous feeling. Being able to deliver two letters on the fifth floor, his vision and intuition were not bad.

So unless there is really no way to negotiate, then you really can only fight to the death and stay at the post office, and you will die sooner or later, especially the black letter.

The purpose of the post office is very clear, that is, to blood-wash the fifth floor of the post office and leave one person to become the new post office manager.

"What if I say no?" Yang Jian put the black letter into his pocket.

"You'd better think carefully before answering. The black letter is related to the balance of the fifth floor of the post office. Once this letter leaves the post office, the fifth floor of the post office will continue to assign letter delivery tasks. All our messengers on the fifth floor You will be manipulated by the post office and lose your freedom, you are also the messenger from downstairs, you should understand the danger in the process of delivering letters."

"I really don't understand why there are still people who object to something that is beneficial to everyone." The man in a suit and glasses said slowly.

"Liu Ziwen, used to be an old courier on the fifth floor of the post office. He delivered a letter on the fifth floor." Yang Jian glanced at him, called out his name, and even learned about his past.

The man in the suit of Liu Ziwen's eyes flickered: "Since you know so much, I don't understand what you do."

"You don't need to understand, because you can't understand what I do."

Yang Jian didn't want to explain, but instead said: "I can give you a chance, if you are willing to cooperate with me, I can take you to deal with the ghost post office completely, even if it doesn't work, at least the ghost The post office is in the hands, free from the fate of delivering letters."

After Yang Jian saw these people, he came up with the idea of ​​recruiting talents. Since these people can hide in the world of ordinary people for so long, it shows that their personalities have not been too much affected by supernatural power.

In addition, they are messengers on the fifth floor of the post office, so they can be said to be handy in dealing with supernatural events. After being baptized by the post office, they are completely born to eat this bowl of rice.

"Think carefully before answering. I only give you this chance. If you miss it, you will die." After Yang Jian finished speaking, the ghost eyes on his forehead suddenly opened.

Lu An couldn't help complaining in his heart, what the hell is this?Last night I was still thinking about how to divide the spoils, and today I started thinking about recruiting. If they were recruited, wouldn't everything on them belong to Yang Jian?

It is not necessary to go to the Ming Dynasty to grab it. After all, Dachang City is relatively safe. People like them can rent out the supernatural props in their hands to those who want to go out with Yang Jian to perform missions.

More importantly, if the post office really solves the problem, what they would prefer is to return to a normal life. If Yang Jian spends a lot of money to protect them, these props will naturally be easy to get.

This is just the worst case scenario. With the brains and ingenuity of these people, even if they don't deal with supernatural events, they can still surprise Dachang City in other positions.