Mysterious resurgence

Yang Jian sat on the black Taishi chair, and there was a chair opposite him.

Through this method, they trapped the recipient between the two chairs so that he could not leave. After waiting for a period of time, the strange and mysterious recipient finally emerged.

It was a blurry figure, but it could still be judged that the figure was sitting opposite Yang Jian at the moment, with an upright figure.

Only he could see this blurry figure, and no one else could see it at all, because they did not have the black Taishi chair as a medium, and the blurry figure was getting clearer and clearer, as if it had penetrated through the chair from an unknown supernatural place. Likewise, it seems that Yang Jian himself was also affected.

Maybe it's not the recipient who appears, but to the recipient, it's Yang Jian who appears.

People who do not exist in reality seem to intersect at this moment.

Yang Jian stared at the person in front of him.

The blurry figure became more and more real, and at the same time, the person's appearance and facial features were gradually revealed.

Before it was fully revealed, Yang Jian was sure that the recipient of the letter was not a ghost.

Because the appearance of that face was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. He was reminiscing, digging into past memory fragments, and seemed to want to recall this small detail.

Where have I seen this person before?

No.

It should be said that I have seen this slightly familiar face somewhere.

"Is it the person on one of the tombstones in the five old tombs in the old forest behind?" Yang Jian thought, but quickly denied it.

Although there are indeed several unfamiliar faces on the photos on the tombstone, they are all different from the people in front of them. To put it more directly, none of the photos on the tombstone have as perfect appearance as the person in front of them.

Yes.

Perfect.

To put it better, he is handsome.

This is a very handsome man, but his face is pale, as if there is no blood, and his eyes reveal an inexplicable numbness. This numbness is not the kind of emptiness without emotion, but a kind of suffering after suffering. Numb, it seems that the recipient of the letter has experienced great torture.

"By the way, I remembered."

Yang Jian stared at the person who was getting clearer and clearer in front of him, and he remembered more and more things in his mind. Finally, an idea flashed in his mind, and a memory fragment was confirmed.

He has never seen this person, but he has seen his portrait.

This man's portrait once appeared on the wall of the living room in Room 301, Dachuan City.

It was a portrait oil painting of a character, and it looked like a photo from the Republic of China period. The person in the painting was a handsome young man, well-dressed.

"That person should be dead, why is he here?" Yang Jian had doubts and confusion in his mind.

The figure of the man who emerged is now close to the real state, but it seems to have been interfered with and hindered by something. The figure appears incomplete, and some parts of the body cannot be fully shown, and the incomplete parts are still blurred.

"There is no such man among the five old tombs, so this man is the seventh person in this ancient house?"

"Then what's his relationship with the old woman in Room 301?"

A mystery emerges.

There seems to be some involvement in this. This ancient house, Room 301, and the ghost post office are all related, which leads to some stories about ghost masters in the Republic of China.

But as soon as this idea appeared in Yang Jian's mind, he immediately suppressed it.

There is no point in thinking about this.

Without hesitation, Yang Jian immediately took out the red letter and stretched it out, trying to put it in the hands of the recipient.

As long as the letter is delivered successfully, the mission is completed and the rest will be simple.

However, the recipient's numb eyes moved slightly, staring at the red letter in Yang Jian's hand. He did not reach out to pick it up. The hands never raised. Instead, after being calm for a while, he let out a soft sigh. , this sigh seems to be full of loss and helplessness, as well as a kind of relief.

"He can read my letter."

"But he didn't want to take the letter."

"He is sighing, which shows that the content of the letter is not important. The red letter is more like a signal, a communication signal for ghost controllers during the Republic of China."

"When the signal appears, he already understands everything."

Yang Jian stared at the change of expression on the face in front of him. A sigh and a look could tell a lot.

Obviously, this messenger mission was just for them to send a signal.

The purpose of the ghost post office has been achieved the moment the red letter appears in front of the recipient.

Yang Jian didn't care so much, he had to get this letter if he wanted it, or if he didn't want it.

He immediately thrust the red letter into the hands of the man in front of him.

The letter left my hand.

The letter delivery mission of the ghost post office is completed.

"The red letter disappeared."

However, in the eyes of others, the red letter in Yang Jian's hand disappeared strangely after leaving his hand.

It seems to have been taken away by an invisible person.

"Success, the letter delivery mission is completed." Liu Qingqing said.

"It's great that there was no danger." Yang Xiaohua breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this. She felt that she could survive this letter delivery mission.

It’s unbelievable that it’s possible for an ordinary person like me to reach the fifth floor of the post office.

"Is this the end?" Zhou Deng looked at it and felt that Tou Qi was too disappointed. He thought something unexpected would happen.

It turned out to be safer than the previous few days, and there was no danger at all in the process of delivering the letter.

But when the letter reached the hands of the person opposite Yang Jian.

An unexpected and terrifying scene appeared.

The man in front of him began to undergo strange changes. His body was aging, as if time was passing quickly on him. His skin began to wrinkle, corpse spots began to appear on his skin, and the hair on his head began to fall. He was originally a handsome man. The mysterious man actually looked like an old, rotting corpse at this moment.

And that face also underwent an unimaginable change.

That face no longer looked young, but looked like an old man. This old man made Yang Jian feel horrified.

Because this old man was exactly the same old man he buried when he was buried yesterday.

Two people are the same person.

One looks like when one is young, one looks like when one dies old.

But for some unknown reason, the old man died, and the young man became the recipient of the letter and wandered around this ancient house, existing in an incredible state.

soon.

The young man completely disappeared, leaving only this decayed old man on the Grand Master's chair opposite.

The smell of corpses was permeating the air, and a cold breath was overflowing.

The dead body of an old man suddenly appeared. The dead body was still holding the red letter in its hand, but now the red letter seemed to have been sealed in dust for many years. Even the envelope of the red letter was A little faded with age.

Not as bright.

"Yang Jian, what's going on?" Zhou Deng was startled at this moment and backed away repeatedly.

He also saw the body on the black Taishi chair.

That was clearly the old man's body in the coffin.

Why.

Why did this old man's body suddenly appear in front of me? Could it be that it was the recipient of the letter just now?

"Didn't I already bury this body before? Why did it come here?"

Liu Qingqing and Yang Xiaohua also opened their eyes, looking very frightened. They subconsciously took several steps back, not daring to get close to the old man's body.

They couldn't understand this situation.

Just as Zhou Deng said, they carried the coffin together to bury the old man yesterday. The burial was very deep, and the old man in the coffin was very honest and did not move.

Why did you run out today?

Or rather, as soon as I walked away with my front legs, the old man on the back legs had already revived, climbed out of the coffin, and now returned to the ancient house.

Is this what the so-called first seven soul nights refer to?

They were not the only ones shocked.

Yang Jian witnessed all these changes with his own eyes and was very shocked. He felt that his letter seemed to have revealed a signal and had a great impact. Otherwise, how could a handsome, mysterious man suddenly change with just a letter? It turned into a wrinkled, lifeless corpse of an old man.

"Captain, let's go quickly. The letter has been delivered successfully. There is no need to continue to waste time here." Li Yang shouted hurriedly.

The old man's body is dangerous.

If he turns into a fierce ghost, he will be the most ferocious ghost.

So after completing the task of delivering the letter, the best way is to stay away, leave here far away, and never come back.

"Walk."

Yang Jian didn't dare to stay. He felt that this letter delivery task was not simple and had a lot of relevance.

So at this moment, he hurriedly passed over the old man's body on the black Taishi chair in front of him, and then quickly moved away.

He came to the lobby, grabbed Li Yang, carried him on his back, and said to the others: "Follow me."

Others did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly followed.

Everyone left the lobby, walked along the patio, went to the front yard, and then tried to leave here. They did not dare to run directly outside, because there were also evil spirits in the old forest outside.

Now that the mission of delivering the message has been completed, leaving alive becomes the key.

"Burn the letter paper and see if you can return it directly to the post office." Yang Jian said.

Yang Xiaohua had already prepared the letter paper, and she immediately lit a fire and ignited a piece of black letter paper.

The black letter paper was burning like a black incense. A burst of smoke floated together, and a strange and winding path appeared in front of you. At the end of this path stood an old building. The door of the building was visible from a distance. There are colorful neon lights in front.

"The road to the post office appeared, and the letter delivery was really successful." Yang Xiaohua said in surprise.

They were worried that the road to the post office would not appear after the letter was successfully delivered, but now it seems that the road has appeared.

The post office's evacuation method is still very powerful. In such a place, the road to the post office can be opened.

"Road, what road? Why didn't I see it?" Zhou Deng said suddenly at this moment.

He didn't see the way to the post office.

Because he was not a messenger, he could not use this road to go to the post office.

"I can't control that much anymore," Liu Qingqing said. She immediately stepped onto the path quickly and tried to return to the post office along this path.

But then a horrifying scene occurred.

The road to the post office in the distance is disappearing. The entire road seems to have been affected by something, and the road can no longer be maintained.

Looking from a short distance away, it felt like the entire path had been wiped out by something.

"What's going on?" Liu Qingqing was frightened and hurriedly backed away.

Because the road ahead had been cut off and disappeared, she was worried that if she continued walking, she would also disappear with it.

"That thing is here." Seeing this, Yang Jian's face suddenly turned ugly.

He knows this ability to erase supernatural beings.

It's from the old man.

at the moment.

The old man was afraid that the evil ghost had really revived.

"Bang! Bang!"

There were two sounds from the ancient house behind him. They were the sound of the black Taishi chair hitting the ground after being hit.

The chair moved.

This shows that the old man's body on the chair has also moved.

"The Night of Resurrection is here, and sure enough, the old man Li Gui has revived, but I have guessed so much, and I never thought that the old man would revive in this way." Yang Jian took a deep breath.

"Let's leave this ancient house first. The worst we can do is stop the supernatural bus on that road." Zhou Deng said.

He also felt bad.

Trying to open the door.

But I found that the door that could have been pushed open easily now seemed to be stuck and could not be moved at all.

"The door cannot be opened." Zhou Deng looked at Yang Jian, showing a hint of surprise.

"How about climbing over the wall? This wall is not high." Yang Xiaohua said.

Li Yang said: "Climb over the wall? You can imagine this. You can't open the door, but you can get out by climbing over the wall? This entire ancient house has been affected by supernatural beings. If you climb over the wall, you might be able to climb from the front hall to the lobby. Don't believe it. Let me try it for you."

After speaking, he casually threw a small object from his body.

The small object flew over the courtyard wall, but there was no response from the outside. Instead, it appeared in the ancient house behind it.

"Did you hear that? The things I threw didn't fall outside. Instead, they landed in this ancient house. In other words, we are all trapped now." Li Yang said.

He has experienced many supernatural events and is no longer surprised by this kind of supernatural phenomenon.

In a place like this, everything is chaotic.

"No matter how weird the place is, there is an exit. If you find it, you can leave." Zhou Deng touched his chin and said, "This is a supernatural loophole, I understand."

Yang Jian glanced at him in surprise.

Although Zhou Deng didn't say it clearly, the truth is correct.

All supernatural places have a gap that connects to reality, but this gap is difficult to find. No, it should be said that it is basically impossible to find. Ordinary people will be trapped to death.

"Tianjing, Tianjing can leave." Suddenly, Liu Qingqing said in a strange voice.

Yang Jian looked at her.

Liu Qingqing was a little confused and said, "Did I speak just now?"

"Are you losing control again?"

Yang Jian frowned. The voice just now seemed a little special. It didn't sound like Liu Qingqing's own, but more like the voice of a woman from the Republic of China period.