Mysterious resurgence

Even though there was something strange in room 502, Yang Jian still couldn't hold back and tried to open the door of this room.

The door cannot stop the attack of the hatchet.

This was a huge advantage for Yang Jian, as it meant that he could forcefully enter any room on the fifth floor of the post office.

soon.

The door of room 502 was forcefully opened.

Most of the wooden door was cracked, and it couldn't even be closed. If nothing else happened, this room would be considered useless in the future. Because of the lack of protection from the door, the room could easily be invaded by supernatural beings from the post office. .

But even though the door was damaged to this extent, when Yang Jian reached out to open the door, the wooden door did not move at all, as if it was stuck.

Something is still disturbing.

As a last resort.

Yang Jian could only completely destroy the door.

After a few chops, the old wooden door became pieces of wood on the ground, and the shape of the door was no longer visible.

The room was dark and the lights were not on.

This is very abnormal.

Under normal circumstances, there must be lights in the messenger's room, because ghosts will not appear under the lights.

The area covered by lights inside the post office represents a safe area.

"Is there a ghost in room 502?" Yang Jian peered at him.

Although he ignored the darkness, the walls of the room blocked his view and he could not see everything in the room clearly. However, he saw that the room was extremely damp and cold, and there was mold growing on the walls, as if it had been abandoned for several years. It doesn't look like it's lived in or taken care of at all.

The middle-aged man in his early fifties said that he had lived here for a long time.

Obviously, this is not right.

There are no traces of someone living in the room for a long time. On the contrary, the previous room No. 501 was relatively clean and tidy, and the oil lamp was on during the day, so it was more suitable for living.

"Deal with that person first."

Although Yang Jian was observing, he didn't hesitate much and soon walked into the room.

He wants to find that person and steal his memory.

The structure of the room is the same as that of other rooms. There is not much difference. After Yang Jian walked in, the strange eyes in the hall behind him immediately retracted. It seemed that as long as he entered the room, he would not be distracted by the eyes on the oil paintings. Keep an eye on.

I don’t know if this is good news or not.

He came to the living room of this room.

The living room is damp, the old sofa is dirty and has not been taken care of, there are several faded pictures on the wall, and there are some food that has never been unpacked on the dining table. The production date of the food They were all from twenty years ago, and they looked like they had never been touched.

"Living people need to eat, but dead people and ghosts don't need to eat." Yang Jian held a cracked spear and turned his ghost eyes to look around.

He can be sure.

The middle-aged man in his early fifties just now was not a living person at all.

"In the bathroom."

Suddenly.

Yang Jian moved suddenly. He noticed something and immediately walked directly to the bathroom.

The bathroom door was ajar, and other parts were old, except for the door handle, which seemed clean. It seemed that someone often opened the door and came in and out.

He opened the bathroom door.

immediately.

Yang Jian's face changed slightly. He saw a corpse that had basically rotted into bones. The corpse was lying in the bathtub with its mouth open as if it was in pain and unwillingness before death.

"It's the same person from before."

He could tell from the corpse's undecomposed clothes that the withered bones were that of the man in his early fifties.

He took a few steps closer and took another look.

At this time, Yang Jian saw again that the withered hand was holding a letter tightly.

It was the style of a post office letter, but the color of the letter was something I had never seen before. It was actually a black envelope.

"A black letter?" Yang Jian frowned.

He had seen yellow letters, and very sinister red letters, but not black letters.

However, the post office letter paper is black.

"A black letter that has not been sent out or torn up. What does this mean?" Yang Jian was confused.

Generally, there are only three results for a messenger to deliver a message.

Failed to deliver the letter and was destroyed by the group.

The message was sent successfully.

Tear up the letter.

This is the fourth situation. Without delivering the letter, the person dies. The key is that he died in the post office. If he died outside, it would be the first situation. The letter delivery failed and the group was destroyed.

But the courier died before the letter left the post office. This is really incomprehensible.

If the messenger is unwilling to deliver the letter, he will tear it up instead of holding it in his hand.

"Anyway, this letter shouldn't be simple. It must be a very special existence."

Just when Yang Jian was thinking.

"Ahem."

The previously extinguished lights in the living room suddenly flickered, and then a weak coughing sound appeared. After this sound appeared, there were footsteps in the living room, as if someone appeared suddenly.

Yang Jian didn't look back immediately.

His ghost eyes had already seen the scene behind him.

In the abandoned, old room, the middle-aged man in his early fifties appeared again. He stood there motionless like a dead body, looking towards this side with strange eyes.

"boom!"

However, at the next moment, a cracked spear appeared instantly with a red light. Without giving anyone any time to react, the cracked spear had already sunk into the floor of the living room and directly hit the man's body. It penetrated.

Yang Jian retracted his palm and then turned around: "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man in his early fifties was still standing there, as if he was not affected by the supernatural weapon. He was like a residual image, not real at all.

"It seems that the messenger on the fourth floor really has something extraordinary."

His expression was calm and a bit numb: "You are very special. Unlike other messengers who are parasitized by evil ghosts, you can skillfully control supernatural power and turn this supernatural power into your own. The attack just now I saw it, if it was a evil spirit, you would have dealt with it by now."

"This is the first time I've seen someone like you who controls supernatural power and uses it to deal with evil spirits."

"I thought you already knew the existence of the Ghost Controller. Now it seems that you really can't get out of this room." Yang Jian said: "What is your name? What is your identity outside?"

The man appeared as the lights in the room flickered. He still stood there and said expressionlessly: "You are right in your analysis. I am just a resentful spirit trapped in this room, relying on supernatural power to exist. There is no way to die and no way to escape. Didn’t you already find my body in the toilet?”

"As for my name and identity, it doesn't really matter, but the previous messengers all called me Lao Li."

Lao Li?

Apparently he is someone named Li who did not want to reveal his real name.

This is normal. Many people in the supernatural circle will randomly choose a name to call themselves, just like the eagle before.

Not intentionally to deceive people, but to reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble.

"But you haven't told me your name yet." The man who called himself Lao Li asked.

"Yang Jian."

Lao Li continued: "The surname is Yang? It is similar to the man in the oil painting. What is the relationship between you two?"

"You mean that oil painting? That painting should be of my long-dead father." Yang Jian said: "For you, a dead person, knowing this doesn't seem to have any effect."

"That's it." Old Li said.

At this moment, the lights were flickering, as if they were about to go out, and the man who claimed to be Lao Li seemed to be disappearing, giving people a very unreal feeling.

Yang Jian understands.

This person used to be a messenger, and he has died long ago. The reason why he exists now is only because he relies on some supernatural phenomenon. Once the supernatural disappears, or a certain balance is broken, he will die completely, just like before. Just like his father, his existence relies on dreams.

This person also relies on this room for his existence.

It's just that Yang Jian doesn't know how this person did it. He has been dead for so long, but he has not died yet.

"You are not the first one to come to this room." Old Li suddenly said as if talking to himself.

"A lot of people died in this room without ever getting out."

Yang Jian frowned; "So you want to kill me too?"

"If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have communicated with you so much. I hope that someone can enter this room and leave alive, and then end everything in the post office. It's just a pity for the people I choose. They Neither can be done.”

Lao Li said.

"What is that black letter?" Yang Jian continued.

"An end also represents a beginning." Lao Li's words were a bit mysterious.

But the surrounding lights flickered and went out, and they went out longer. His figure gradually disappeared as the lights went out, and gradually appeared as the lights came on.

There is no entity, just a supernatural phenomenon.

Yang Jian looked up at the light bulb above his head.

There was a human-shaped pattern on the light bulb, as if it were drawn on it, and it seemed like a character sticker was stuck on it.

It turns out that this is the reason why Lao Li can appear in the room.

"The lights appear because the power of the post office has the upper hand and suppresses the supernatural, so Lao Li will appear. The lights go out because there is a ghost in this room. Now there is a delicate balance between the ghosts and the post office room, so Lao Li Neither completely swallowed up by ghosts, nor completely erased by the power of the post office.”

"He survived in a special way."

It can be said that Yang Jian is experienced and has a sharp eye. After discovering the clues, he immediately analyzed a general situation.

"Leave this room with that black letter. The operation of the post office will have a new beginning. That is the last chance and the only chance. Otherwise, this place will be completely out of control. By then, all messengers will Everyone will die, and all the evil spirits imprisoned in this post office will be released."

Lao Li said: "Be careful, a ghost is about to appear."

He didn't give Yang Jian a chance to ask more questions. After saying this, he disappeared with the final lights out.

The room fell into deathly silence again.

Immediately afterwards, there was a clear dripping sound from the toilet behind him. It seemed that someone had turned on the faucet, and the surrounding air became colder and colder.

"He wants me to leave here with a black letter, and judging from its meaning, I am not the first person to enter this room. Others have also been introduced into the room by this old Li, but those people have failed and were killed by ghosts. "Killed"

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes: "Interesting."

A man who has been dead for many years seems to have set up a trap before his death and is looking for someone to break it.

See who can leave the room with the black letter.

"So, everything needs to start with that black letter."

Yang Jian returned to the bathroom again.

The skeletal corpse was still in the bathtub, and a black letter was clutching on in his hand, which seemed very important.

Water drops were dripping down from the top of the head at this moment.

The bathroom walls are covered in water beads and some bad paranormal activity is happening.

But it's not completely out of control yet, because Yang Jian hasn't touched the black letter yet.

But the next moment.

But he strode over, reached out and snatched the black letter from the corpse's hand.

The moment the black letter was taken away, it seemed that a certain balance in the room was broken, and something unexpected happened immediately. Originally, there were only water droplets on the bathroom wall, but at this moment, the water droplets that penetrated became... It turned into blood beads and kept flowing out from the gaps in the wall.

Moreover, the tiles on the wall were bulging one after another, as if something was trying to get out of the wall.

"Just leaving this room should be an easy thing. Why couldn't the messenger who entered this room and got the black letter not do it?"

With this doubt in mind, Yang Jian ignored the supernatural phenomena around him and went directly to the living room, holding the cracked spear in his hand and walking towards the door.

But before he took a step, he discovered that the door leading to the outside had disappeared.

A mottled wall appeared in front of me.

"It's not an illusion, but the environment in the room has really changed." Under Yang Jian's ghostly eyes, he saw that the wall was real.

"There is a ghost that is affecting reality and interfering with everything in the room. That's right. A ghost that can affect reality and change reality is really not easy for the messenger to deal with."

Completely affecting reality means that ghosts can distort everything in reality, just like the deceptive ghosts in Yang Jian's hands.

It's just that the deceitful ghost needs to use the meaning of living people as a reference to affect reality, but the ghost in this room does not need it.

"There will no longer be a way out of this room. If you want to leave here, you must deal with the ghosts here." Yang Jian gave up the idea of ​​finding a way out.

Everything in reality can be changed, and a road cannot appear. The only way is to cut off the source of the supernatural.

"boom!"

Suddenly.

At this time, a wall of the room suddenly collapsed.

Seems too old and overwhelmed.

But rotting corpses appeared one after another in the wall. These corpses were piled up and built into the wall. There were at least seven or eight corpses, some of them male and female, and some of them had gray eyes open. , there is no trace of rot in his body.

"The messenger who died in this room before?"

Yang Jian took a glance and could roughly guess the identities of these corpses.

No wonder the room was so dark and damp, with flickering lights.

You must know that the messengers who can enter the fifth floor are basically ghost masters.

The more corpses there are, the more sinister the room is.

A bit shaky.