Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 7 Preparing to Send the Letter
"Eh? Why don't you say anything?" Zhang Qian shook his backpack and took out two envelopes from the crack, "I thought it would be useful, so I brought some."

"It's hopeless, just wait to die..." Gao Yong poked Xu Shaowen next to him with his elbow, "Don't you claim to know everything? What should we do now?"

The corner of Xu Shaowen's mouth twitched, and he felt a little unable to hold himself tight, "Don't talk about us, even the messenger on the fifth floor can't deliver so many letters..."

"pat-"

A drop of blood suddenly dripped, staining the envelope with a bright red.

Then more and more blood seeped out from the ceiling, splattering on the small mountain of envelopes.Like a candle caught in the fire, the letter began to melt into the blood from top to bottom.

"Oops, I remembered a not-so-good rumor..." Xu Shaowen's face was solemn, "It is said that the messengers on the fourth floor were once killed in a message delivery mission. Only one of the 24 messengers on the entire floor survived."

"I couldn't believe it before, because some of them have even mastered the power of ghosts and can definitely complete the task of delivering messages easily."

"Now it seems that what they got is probably not an ordinary letter..."

Before he finished speaking, all the envelopes had disappeared, leaving only a pool of blood on the floor with a strange sheen.

The lights in the room seemed to be disturbed by some kind of interference and began to flicker.

The puddle automatically formed ripples in the absence of wind, and a pale palm slowly emerged from the water holding a red envelope.

The room was deathly silent, even Zhang Qian did not dare to move rashly at this moment, but the orange light was getting darker and darker, as if a candle in the wind would be extinguished at any time.

To take, or not to take?

Xu Shaowen's eyes flashed and he quietly reached into his pocket.

But Zhang Qian was faster than him and snatched the envelope from the ghost's hand. "If you don't take it, I'll probably do something. Let's see what's going on with the letter first."

"No, the ghost hasn't left yet!" Wang Shang suddenly pointed at the bloody water and shouted.

For some reason, after losing the envelope, his palm not only did not move away, but instead stretched higher and higher, revealing a swollen arm.

Zhang Qian has already untied the gold box and is ready to smash it to death with a box at any time.

Fortunately, the ghost hand just slapped Zhang Qian's toes, and scratched the wooden floor with his black nails, making a series of harsh noises.

After a while, the ghost hand finally slowly retracted into the puddle, and the blood turned into a vortex and disappeared on the floor.

"It should be the address where the letter is sent." Gao Yong squatted on the ground and observed carefully for a long time but couldn't figure out the reason. "What did this ghost write?"

"Illiterates, get out of the way." Xu Shaowen pushed Gao Yong away and began to draw with his hand, "Send it to...Flower Market...Tangxi Road...No. 44...Limited to 7 days..."

"Have you never heard of this place? Do any of you know where the flower market is?"

"It's okay, my eldest brother and I live in the flower market." Wang Shang pointed at Zhang Qian with his thumb, "Just lie down, my eldest brother is the boss."

In Wang Shang's eyes, the supernatural incident in the mental hospital was definitely solved by Zhang Qian. There were so many ghosts who couldn't help Zhang Qian, let alone a small letter delivery mission?
"I can see that." Gao Yong nodded in agreement, "After all, I've never heard of anyone who brings a bunch of letters into the post office."

"Zhang Qian, when and where do you think we should meet?" Xu Shaowen looked at Zhang Qian. It was obvious that he and Gao Yong were not going to act like old people, but were planning to join Wang Shang.

"As soon as possible, it's best to leave a little more time to complete the task." Zhang Qian thought for a while and suggested, "How about meeting at Tangxi Park tomorrow morning?"

"I think it's okay. This mission is not easy. It's best if we gather together early and prepare together." After Gao Yong finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Dan, "What do you think?"

Jiang Dan has been leaning on the chair and taking a nap since the beginning, looking very sleepy. "I won't go." Jiang Dan said in surprise, "I'm an ordinary person and it won't make any difference if I don't go. If I go, I might become a burden. So I won't cause you any trouble. I'll just stay at home." Bar."

"Are you sure?" Gao Yong reminded, "This mission has been started. If it is not completed, everyone will die, even if you don't go."

"It's okay, I believe you." Jiang Dan rolled up his sleeves and showed off his thin arms. "It's no different if I go and encounter danger than to die. I'll wait until you have a chance to survive."

Zhang Qian also nodded in agreement, "It's up to you whether you want to go or not. I hope we can see you again in the future."

Then Zhang Qian exchanged contact information with them, opened the door and walked on the dirt path again.

When Zhang Qian disappeared into the darkness, the windows on the fifth floor of the post office building, no, the windows above the fifth floor closed with a bang.

An old man in a black gown slowly left the window and walked to a huge painting and sat down.

He picked up the brush and added details to the painting bit by bit.

On the huge canvas, a five-story Republic of China building stands in the darkness, with the same shape as the ghost post office outside.

In the corner of the painting, an old man wearing a long gown fell to his death.

……

After a while, Zhang Qian got out of the window and went back to his room. When he looked back, the scenery outside the window had returned to normal, and the big brother in his bag was also shaking.

"Hey, Zhang Qian, report the situation." After the call was connected, a female operator's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Your cell phone signal was interrupted just now. What happened?"

"We don't seem to have a superior-subordinate relationship, so please correct your attitude." Zhang Qian said with disdain, "Please find a professional operator."

"Okay, you are awesome...dududu——"

At the operator's headquarters, Liu Xiaoyu hung up the phone, turned around and complained angrily to Yao Jin, "Call Zhang Qian, that guy dislikes me."

"Okay, our operators are much more relaxed than the ghost controllers. You should also be considerate of them." Yao Jin said and dialed Zhang Qian's number. "Comrade Zhang Qian, this is Yao Jin. Are you out of danger now? ?Do you need medical assistance from the headquarters?”

"No, I'm fine." Zhang Qian got straight to the point, "I entered a strange place and would like to ask the official if they have more detailed information?"

"Wait a moment." Yao Jin cut off the microphone, and the communication was restored after a moment. "Comrade Zhang Qian, I am Zhao Jianguo, the communications officer in charge. What information do you need?"

"How much does the headquarters know about the Ghost Post Office?"

"Ghost post office?" Zhao Jianguo flipped through the information, "Sorry, except for an article in the database, the headquarters has no other information. Did you just come out of the ghost post office? Can you tell me about the situation inside?"

"Okay..." Zhang Qian briefly recounted today's experience.

Zhao Jianguo personally sat in front of the computer and kept recording, "Messenger...delivering letters...upgrading..."

"It seems that Yinzi failed in a certain mission. It's a pity for such an excellent ghost controller." Zhao Jianguo sighed, "Your information is very important. What type of reward do you need from the headquarters? Cash, gold Anything like that is fine.”

The headquarters is very generous to the friendly ghost masters. The ghost masters solve supernatural incidents and the headquarters pays them. Generally speaking, both parties are very satisfied.After all, ghost controllers don't live long, and most of them want to make a little more money for their families in a limited time, so working for the headquarters is naturally a good choice.

"Hmm..." Zhang Qian thought for a while, "Bring me a cart of herbs, and help me hire an alchemy master?"

The task of delivering the message was imminent, so Zhang Qian felt that it would be safer to improve his strength first.

(End of this chapter)