Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 6 Ghost Post Office
"I see..." Zhang Qian recalled his experience in the hospital, "I thought that ghost hand was an exception, but I didn't expect that most ghosts are like this."

He browsed other information and found that many of them were uploaded by ghost masters.

So he also uploaded Guishou's information and successfully gained 5 points. Plus 5 points for solving supernatural incidents, he successfully upgraded to a second-level user.

As he looked at it, a self-report signed by Yinzi caught Zhang Qian's attention.

"Recently, there have been many missing cases across the country. After follow-up investigation, we found that some of them disappeared, while others appeared thousands of miles away."

"I visited some people who disappeared and reappeared. They claimed to be messengers and were ordered by the ghost post office to deliver letters across the country."

"I suspect this matter is related to the increasing number of paranormal incidents, but I have not found a way to enter the ghost post office."

"It turns out that there is no need to look for the ghost post office. It has already come to me."

"I'm about to enter the ghost post office. This article will be automatically sent in 24 hours. I hope you won't see it."

Zhang Qian subconsciously glanced at the time of posting, "Nearly half a year ago, it seems that He Yin'er has become cold."

He looked at the box under the bed, "Is this letter from me sent by a courier?"

However, he had no intention of opening the box. Even a level [-] boss like him was killed. It would be better for a newbie like him, level [-], not to join in the fun.

"Go out to eat something first, and then come back early to practice." Zhang Qian put on his clothes and stopped in front of the door.

At some point, a yellow envelope suddenly appeared in the crack of the door, which was exactly the same as the one he had put into the gold box before.

"No way..." He dragged out the black suitcase and opened the gold box. An envelope was lying quietly with the ghost hand.

"What do you mean? If you don't accept the letter, you won't be allowed to leave?" Zhang Qian took out the envelope from the crack, stuffed it into the gold box and closed it, "If you have the ability, write another letter."

As if he heard Zhang Qian talking to himself, a strong wind suddenly blew in the bedroom. Countless envelopes rushed into the room through the window and were densely attached to the door, covering the wooden door into a strange yellow paper door.

Zhang Qian was silent, but he did not give up. He walked stubbornly to the window, only to find that the outside had turned into a dark open space at some point, with a winding dirt path leading to nowhere.

When I opened the door, I saw the same scene, even the dirt path was still slowly approaching.

"I originally wanted to be a low-key immortal, but if you do this, don't blame me for being rude." Zhang Qian stopped escaping, picked up the gold box, climbed out of the window, and disappeared into the darkness along the dirt path.

Headquarters communications room.

There is a wall dedicated to recording the phone signals of each ghost master. Generally speaking, this special satellite phone will not lose the signal. Once the signal is lost, it means that the ghost master has fallen into a dangerous supernatural event.

At this moment, the green light representing Zhang Qian flashed and turned red with a snap.

……

The dirt path is located somewhere, and there is a deep darkness all around. Zhang Qian can't see through it even if he has enough energy.

The space became chaotic under the influence of some strange force. After walking for a long time, a strange building suddenly appeared in front of him.

This is a five or six-storey building in the style of the Republic of China, with windows and doors.

Right above the gate, there is a plaque with the words "Ghost Post Office" in traditional Chinese, and a red and green neon light is shining next to it, as if it is afraid that it is not conspicuous enough.

Although the building is old, covered with moss, the walls are dark and black, and there is a cold atmosphere everywhere, the overall structure is well preserved without any defects.The wooden door slowly opened, revealing an ancient hall. The wooden floor was covered with mottled marks but was not decayed.

Zhang Qian walked into the hall and felt a cold atmosphere filling the air.

The surrounding walls are covered with huge black and white portraits of people, their clothes range from the Republic of China to modern times, and the strange eyes seem to be moving with the outsiders.

"So? Why did you come to me?" Zhang Qian wandered around the hall for a while, and then came to a zigzag-shaped patio through a short corridor.

Looking up, there are five floors high, and the structure of each floor is similar. There are doors standing in the corridor.

There are copper house numbers nailed on the door, and the doors on the first floor are written 11, 12, 13...

Before Zhang Qian could take a closer look, the door of Room 13 beside him suddenly opened, and a bald head poked his head out, "Newcomer? What are you doing standing there in a daze? Come in quickly."

Zhang Qian looked around, made sure he was calling her, and followed him into the room.

At this moment, there were three people sitting on the floor in the room, seemingly waiting for Zhang Qian to join.

"Everyone is finally here." The red-haired girl sat on the sofa. "Now, can you tell me why I suddenly appeared here?"

"Yes, brother, you said you know some inside information, can you share it with us now?" The short-haired young man rolled on the sofa, suddenly looked at Zhang Qian and shouted in surprise, "It's you!"

Seeing Zhang Qian's confused look, he quickly reminded, "I am Wang Shang! We just met at the hospital this morning!"

Wang Shang ran over and hugged Zhang Qian's thigh, "Brother, please take me to fly again."

He was timid to begin with, and the supernatural incident in the hospital almost sent him away. Unexpectedly, he encountered another supernatural incident as soon as he left the hospital after signing the confidentiality agreement.

He had already planned to show it off, but he didn't expect God to send his thigh to him again.

"It's rare that you actually know each other." The bald head was a little surprised, but he didn't dwell too much on it. "Sit down, everyone, and I'll tell you about the rules here."

After a brief self-introduction, Zhang Qian learned that the bald man's name was Gao Yong, the red-haired woman's name was Jiang Dan, and the silent gourd's name was Xu Shaowen.

Zhang Qian was dragged to the sofa by Wang Shang and listened quietly to the bald man's description.

"I was also a newcomer, and I heard my seniors describe the rules here. Now I am passing them on to you. I hope you can survive and pass on these rules."

"This is called the Ghost Post Office. We are all couriers chosen by it and must complete the letter delivery tasks issued by it. Every time you send three letters, you can move up to one floor. The interval for delivering letters on each floor is different. Our first floor is once every seven days. .”

"To be honest, this letter is mostly for ghosts, so you will encounter all kinds of weird events when delivering the letter, and in serious cases, your life may be in danger."

"And it doesn't matter if you don't deliver the letter. If the letter is not delivered within the stipulated time, everyone will die."

After Gao Yong finished speaking, he pointed at Meng Gourd, "Shaowen and I are only one mission away from reaching the second floor. If you don't understand anything, you can ask us."

Wang Shang raised his hand and asked, "Where is the letter? Why didn't I see it?"

Gao Yong pointed to the table in the living room, "The post office will bring us here one day in advance, so we have to stay here all night, and the letters will automatically appear the next day."

"Um, I have a question too." Zhang Qian took off his backpack and poured out a pile of yellow letters in front of the shocked eyes of others, "Do you think the letters look like this?"

(End of this chapter)