Mysterious Resurrection

"It's time for you to leave." Sister Hong turned around and sat back in front of the dressing table and said lightly.

"I know." Lu An responded. He didn't see any abnormality in room 504. The opera sound in the room came from an old gramophone. There was a strange melody in the opera, but for him, there was nothing wrong with it. what effect.

Room 504 seemed to be prepared for her, and Sister Hong felt like a duck to water when she entered the room.As for Lu An, as the owner of the theater, he is naturally immune to the sound of opera, as evidenced by the appearance of the pale gold mask on his face.

Lu An took a last look at the layout of the room and the graceful figure in red in front of the dressing table, pushed open the door, and left room 504.

At this time, everyone in the lobby of the post office on the fifth floor looked at Lu An.

"Shouldn't we discuss how to deal with the post office now?" Lu An said.

"What should be discussed now is the distribution of benefits. You can't take all these people away." Yang Jian said.

"How about letting them choose freely? Dachang City and Danan City can choose. After all, it's not impossible for you to do the conditions I just set out. Isn't it the same model now?" Lu An said.

"No, I don't need people, but I want [-]% of their supernatural props." Yang Jian said.

Yang Jian knew very well that if they were allowed to choose freely, then the six messengers would probably choose Danan City, even if Lu An almost killed them just now.

The faces of the six couriers on the fifth floor of the post office couldn't help but change. This naked distribution was cruel to them, but they had nothing to do.

"Seventy percent is fine. I'll pick the first supernatural item first." Lu An said.

"Yes." Yang Jian said.

The distribution ratio has been agreed in advance, and Lu An has no reason to change his mind. Even if he is not here, Yang Jian can kill all the messengers by himself and get the spoils.

Lu An turned his head to look at the six messengers and said, "You heard the words, if anyone among you has a good supernatural prop, please take the initiative to say it, and I will give priority to it."

"You don't have to worry. Although you have lost the supernatural props and your combat power has been reduced, the conditions I gave remain the same."

The six messengers who heard the words couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The answer they chose Lu An was very simple. At that time, they showed that hesitant attitude. If it was Yang Jian who came here, it would not be to put a knife on their necks , and then let go, but directly wiped the neck with a knife.

"Then choose my shovel first, it should be regarded as the most powerful supernatural prop among us." Wang Yong said.

After some distribution, Lu An got a powerful shovel and the blood-stained fruit knife, and gave Yang Jian all the other items.

The distribution of benefits has come to an end, and the post office is still the most important thing right now.

"If you want to complete the task of delivering the black letter, many people will die on the fifth floor. You should already know this task. Only the courier who successfully delivered the letter will survive. Everyone else will suffer the curse of the post office and die. We didn't go there back then. Sending letters is not because you don’t want to send them, but because no one dares to do so.” Wang Yong raised this question.

If one of the couriers on the fifth floor of the post office was a top expert like Yang Jianlu An who could suppress the other couriers on the fifth floor by himself, then this black letter would have been sent out long ago.

Still the same sentence, those who can come to the fifth floor of the post office are not fools. They know their own strength and know that their strength cannot fight against all messengers. Whoever takes the black letter will be besieged by other messengers, so this letter is A target of criticism.

That's why there was the bureau in Room 502. Naturally, the couriers at the time were happy when they did this. They could not only avoid being killed by the curse of the post office, but also get rid of the control of the post office.

It is impossible for me to deliver a letter. I did not come to the fifth floor to deliver a letter to the post office. The delivery was just a helpless move to go upstairs. "Yang Jian said calmly.

What did Wang Yong realize: "If you don't send the letter, then there is only one solution left."

"Tear the letter." Li Yang said the last sentence.

The faces of the other messengers showed panic expressions. Torn the letter itself would have to face a huge price. Now all the supernatural props on them have been searched and taken away. If they stay now, they will simply die.

"You don't have to worry, tearing up the letter is inevitable, but there will be a time for preparation, then I will let you leave here, Wang Yong, and the delivery man, forget it, the supernatural props on you are still there, and you still have to go I can afford the risk." Lu An saw the concerns of these people.

The face of the food delivery person changed, and then he said, "How about I give you the supernatural props? I'll leave here too. The chances of me surviving in this place are not high."

"Okay, I will return this knife to you afterwards." Lu An said.

"No need, if the matter at the post office is resolved, I want to work in the logistics, so that I will have more time to spend with my wife and children, and I won't have to fight on the front line." The middle-aged man in a delivery uniform said.

Lu An could see the firmness in his eyes, especially the fleeting tenderness when he mentioned his wife and children.

"That's right. There aren't many supernatural events in Da Nan City. If something goes wrong, it will be a big problem. As a member of the team, it will be difficult for you not to think about it." Lu An said.

Lu An took the bloody sharp knife in his hand, and immediately asked, "What is the price of using this knife?"

"Blood, the blood in the body will be drawn every time it is used." The delivery man said.

"It's also quite friendly, just drawing blood." Lu An said.

"A normal person stabbed once, and the price is enough to pump him dry. I used it for a long time because I controlled a special ghost. Even so, I dare not use it frequently." The takeaway man explained. .

At this moment, the wooden door was pushed open again, and a man in his thirties appeared. He was carrying a backpack and wearing hiking shoes. He looked well-prepared and looked slightly vigilant.

"The delivery mission on the fifth floor has started again? Everyone, let me know. My name is Zhou Ze. I am the messenger who came up from the fourth floor a few years ago. This is the first time I have waited for the delivery mission on the fifth floor."

"You guys introduce the current situation to him and see what he thinks?" Lu An said.

Yang Jian took a look at this Zhou Ze, it was obvious that he was a newcomer, and naturally he would not have any particularly powerful supernatural props on him, so he lost interest.

At this time, the door of the post office opened again. It seemed that after such a long period of time, the number of couriers on the fifth floor of the post office had reached a terrifying level. This number had never been seen even on the first floor of the post office.

A woman in her early thirties named Zhong Yan, with an ordinary appearance and a somewhat professional smile, walked outside and it was hard to believe that such a person could actually come to the fifth floor.

An old man in his 60s, with a bald head and several scars on his face, seemed to be a member of the society. He was nicknamed Brother Long. Wang Yong asked him that this old man entered the post office at the age of 50. Just an ordinary person, not someone from the supernatural circle.

A courier in his 40s seemed a little mentally unstable. The courier's name was Lu Sheng. He entered the fifth floor of the post office five years ago. It was also because of the black letters that he hadn't participated in the delivery mission for a long time.