Mysterious resurgence

The atmosphere was solemn.

The couriers who came to the fifth floor of the post office early in the morning were all staring at Yang Jian, sizing them up and taking precautions. Some were even ready to take action, wanting to kill Yang Jian immediately and take back the black letter. letter.

But Zhao Feng's tragic defeat made them fearful.

This newcomer on the fifth floor is not simple. If he really fights, he may win, but there will definitely be damage between them.

With concerns, Wang Yong stood up and tried to change Yang Jian's position. As long as the position could be changed, this conflict could be avoided.

"Do you want us to help you completely solve the ghost post office? Or take control of the ghost post office?" Wang Yong's eyes flickered and he looked at Yang Jian with slight surprise.

Very crazy idea.

Ordinary messengers would not dare to think about this problem, but this Yang Jian seemed to have already made this plan.

"Destiny is in your own hands, not in the hands of the post office. You may be able to gain short-term freedom by leaving the black letters in the post office, but that is just self-deception. The balance will be broken one day, and for your so-called I don’t know how many people have been indirectly affected by freedom.”

Yang Jian said: "Today, I will take this opportunity to give you a chance to think and choose. Join me and follow my arrangements. I can lead you to completely get rid of the curse of the messenger. Of course, you will definitely encounter danger during the period, and some people will." Death, but I believe that those who can come to the fifth floor have enlightenment in their hearts."

"In addition, looking at you like this, I know that your life is definitely not very good. While hiding your identity, you are destined to be unable to obtain a higher social status. It is normal for you to live in poverty. If you agree to my request, I will give you a The settling-in allowance is enough for you to take care of your worries."

"How much can you give me?" The man in takeout clothes said with a gloomy face.

The others glanced at the takeaway man with different expressions.

Yang Jian stretched out a finger: "One person, one hundred million, no matter life or death."

This time he was not willing to spend any money and directly offered a very high price. This price was enough to make any ghost controller at the bottom of society excited.

"One hundred million? Have you read too many novels? Do you know how much one hundred million is? Looking at you at such a young age, I'm afraid you can't even come up with 10,000 yuan. I think you want to take this opportunity to divide us and achieve your own goals. That’s his purpose, don’t believe him, he’s talking shamelessly here before his hair even grows.”

Someone immediately sneered, with a bit of ridicule.

"You will know if you can take it out or not. There is no signal in this post office, otherwise I can prove it to you with a phone call." Yang Jian said: "So the most important thing is not the money, but your manner."

"Money is not a big temptation for us. If we are not hiding our identity, it is not difficult to obtain money."

Liu Ziwen, who was wearing a suit, said with an indifferent expression: "What we care about is freedom and life. The curse of the post office has affected us for a long time. If this problem is not solved, no matter how much money we are given, we will not live to enjoy it."

"Instead of believing that you can solve the ghost post office, it is better to carry on as usual and return the black letter to Room 502. Wang Yong, what do you think?"

Then he looked at Wang Yong, who was wearing pajamas and slippers next to him.

At the moment, the two sides haven't taken action yet, and there is still room for thinking and turning around. Once they do, there will be no discussion.

Wang Yong was silent and thinking.

To be honest, he was indeed shaken. He had previously thought that Yang Jian simply wanted to take away the black letter and start the letter delivery mission. However, he did not expect that Yang Jian actually wanted to completely solve the ghost post office and even control the ghost post office.

Once Yang Jian succeeds, the messenger can indeed regain his freedom.

This is much better than continuing to deliver letters.

Moreover, this Yang Jian also promised to pay for the settlement, and it was a huge sum of money. Although Liu Ziwen said that money was not important to the messenger on the fifth floor, this was just words. In fact, the money was indeed very important. It was important enough for someone to work for this Yang Jian.

Hopes and benefits were all given to Yang Jian.

Wang Yong believed that he was not the only one who was secretly tempted. The only thing he worried about was whether Yang Jian was worth risking his wealth and life on it.

"There is no need to look at others at this time. You are all young and have your own thinking and judgment capabilities, so you can make your own decisions." Yang Jian said coldly.

However, after a brief silence, no one publicly expressed their agreement to support Yang Jian.

Although some people were moved, it was just a heartbeat. After all, although what Yang Jian said was very good, no one dared to believe it easily, and these words could not break the tacit understanding between the messengers on the fifth floor for more than ten years.

After all, there is a price to pay for breaking the tacit understanding.

Once you take the wrong team, you will definitely be liquidated afterwards.

And the most important thing.

It's now six against one. No matter how you look at it, your side has a greater chance of winning.

In addition, what someone said is right. Yang Jian's words may have divided everyone and caused everyone to get into chaos.

"You first return the black letter to Room 502, and then we will make an appointment for a time and place to talk outside the post office. If you can really come up with 100 million per person to settle down, we can consider your request."

Wang Yong opened his mouth and said a way to get the best of both worlds.

The others nodded after hearing this without saying much, acquiescing to Wang Yong's approach.

After all, having more choices is a good thing.

It would be a bit reckless to make a decision now.

Yang Jian smiled at this time, and his smile was very cold. He raised the spear in his hand and dropped it heavily, making a loud noise and shattering the floor on the ground: "I think you haven't figured out the fact yet, I'm not begging you. , but I’m giving you a chance, and you have no room for bargaining.”

"I've given you the opportunity. If you don't seize it, you will all die here today."

"It's understandable that young people have tempers, but can't you think about yourself when you say this? The water on the fifth floor is very deep. It's not something you, a newcomer from the fourth floor, can understand. For us seniors, you are the best You should be more respectful, otherwise you will die miserably."

The person who spoke was the middle-aged woman. Although she seemed to be sincere, she was actually very strong and gave people an aggressive feeling.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, but just said: "Since no one is willing to seize this opportunity, I won't persuade you anymore. Now I want to know, how much supernatural power can you use now? After more than ten years, can you still How long will it last?”

"Don't worry, I'll have no problem killing you." Another messenger said.

"Then let's not talk about it. Go ahead and kill me. I believe you can take it back. If I had known what the result would be, I should have attacked you before so that you would not be able to walk up to the fifth floor alive. Now I will make up for myself. It's not too late to make this mistake." Yang Jian said coldly.

He didn't take action first, he was just thinking about whether he could win over a few messengers from the fifth floor.

Although the messenger on the fifth floor was right and should be killed, from the overall perspective, he needed some talents to deal with supernatural events, not only for himself, but also for the future.

The six messengers were shocked when they heard this. They looked at each other and immediately made up their minds.

Do it!

Kill the new guy and leave everything on the fifth floor of the post office as usual.

laugh! laugh!

next moment.

The lights on the fifth floor of the post office flickered strangely. It was clearly daytime, but the surrounding light seemed to be disappearing and was dimming rapidly. Even if the lights in the post office were still there, there was no way to stop the erosion of darkness.

etc.

This is not black.

Instead, the eyes seemed to be covered by something and were gradually losing light.

As the light became darker and darker, Yang Jian saw a blurry outline appearing in front of him, like a child's finger. The finger was shaking in front of his eyes, trying to cover his eyes.

"Have you been ready to take action? Just after seeing one of my ghost eyes, you immediately took countermeasures and tried to cover my ghost eyes with ghosts. All this is because they don't know ghost eyes yet. Under the condition of eyesight ability.”

"It seems that the messenger on the fifth floor is not bad."

The ghost covered his eyes, but there was no way to cover all of Yang Jian's eyes, because he had more than one ghost eye, and the ghost could only cover two ghost eyes at most.

The lack of sight between the two ghost eyes means that the ghost eyes are suppressed.

But that's not all.

The entire post office hall on the fifth floor began to twist and shake at this moment, and the light was changing. The bodies of the people in the hall were sometimes stretched, sometimes shorter, and sometimes tilted. A supernatural force interfered with everything here, forming a ghost realm.

"Don't give him a chance to take action. Kill him in one go. This man is more powerful than you thought. I can't affect his body." The middle-aged woman said hurriedly, her body not being disturbed at all.

Because she is the one who uses the ghost realm.

"Wang Xiuying." The man wearing driving clothes said.

The middle-aged woman named Wang Xiuying understood immediately.

The hall was distorted, and the body of the man running the car was also distorting. His position was changing, and he was actually twisted together with Yang Jian's position, and they were suddenly very close to each other.

It was like being transported instantly in a ghost realm.

It's just that this way is a little more special.

A sharp knife appeared in the hand of the man wearing driver's clothes. It was a fruit knife, not big, but it was stained with blood, like a murder weapon.

next moment.

The blood-stained fruit knife was stabbed into Yang Jian's body.

Then pull it out quickly.

The distortion was restored, and even though the man who drove the car didn't move, he was already far away from Yang Jian.

The punctured wound was bleeding continuously and could not be healed. At the same time, starting from the vicinity of the wound, the surrounding flesh and blood began to turn gray, cold, and lose vitality, as if it had suffered some kind of erosion. Become a corpse.

The bloody fruit knife is obviously a supernatural weapon.

Even if a living person is stabbed with a knife, even if the skin is scratched, he will bleed, and then die quickly and turn into a corpse. Even evil ghosts will be affected.

Ghosts cover their eyes.

Bloody sharp knife.

Twisted Hall.

The three messengers took action. Although the remaining three people had the tendency to take action, they stopped when they saw that things were going well.

"He's dead." Liu Ziwen, who was wearing a suit, adjusted his glasses and said.

"Don't be too happy too early. Something seems wrong with him and he hasn't moved." Wang Yong said.

"Unable to move, Li Gui covers his eyes. It blocks not only his sight, but also his body's perception. In other words, he is already dead before he realizes the danger."

Liu Ziwen said: "Perhaps he is capable and capable, but when we talked before, I was already ready to take action. I have been waiting for this moment. He has little experience and is a bit too much. But that's okay. Save Give me some effort."

Wang Yong said nothing, but he was still uneasy.

If this newcomer was really so easy to kill, how did Zhao Feng stumble?

"Let me just say that this young man is not very capable and his tone is quite crazy. He was stabbed and will die soon." The middle-aged woman named Wang Xiuying snorted.

"Is this the end?"

Some messengers felt a little too relaxed and became worried instead. They would not relax their vigilance until they were sure that Yang Jian was really dead.

"Plop!"

next moment.

Yang Jian, who was standing motionless, lost the breath of life and fell to the ground as a cold corpse.

However, after falling to the ground, an incredible thing happened.

The man who fell to the ground changed his appearance in the blink of an eye. He was not the newcomer named Yang Jian, but a middle-aged man wearing an apron and with a somewhat out-of-shape figure.

Is that Zhao Feng?

Zhao Feng's body was still bleeding and his body was ashen. He had obviously died not long ago.

The appearance of this scene made all the messengers' eyelids jump and their hearts shrink suddenly.

If Yang Jian just now was Zhao Feng, then who is the body of Zhao Feng next to everyone?

"Damn it, we've been fooled," a messenger shouted, but the words stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

A blackened hand pinched his neck.

The ghost hand has the ability to suppress a fierce ghost. The messenger was unable to struggle and resist, but with a click, his neck was easily broken, and his body twitched a few times before hanging down limply.

behind.

A figure gradually emerged.

The first thing I saw was a pair of scarlet eyes, emitting a strange red light.

"you"

Wang Xiuying turned around suddenly, twisting everything around her, but just as she did so, a huge gash was suddenly ripped open in her neck, blood splattered, and then her head seemed to be severed by something and rolled to the ground.

"Why, how could this happen?"

She was still conscious and couldn't believe why she was still being attacked when she was so far away from Yang Jian.

"Wang Xiuying." The man driving the car became angry at this time. The skin and flesh on his face fell off piece by piece. The exposed parts were rotten and smelly. His body quickly changed from the state of a living person to the state of a ghost. .

He maintained consciousness and turned into a ghost for a short time.

Holding a sharp knife.

At this moment, he is dangerous and terrifying. He cannot be killed, but he can easily kill others.

This man wearing driver's clothing strode over and wanted to attack Yang Jian.

Violently.

Zhao Feng, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes and woke up, but the look in his eyes was no longer that of Zhao Feng, but that of a stranger. As if he had received an order, he pounced on the driving man, with rust in his hands. The stained iron hook took action at this moment, hooking directly into his flesh and blood and pulling out forcefully.

"ah!"

A shrill scream came from the mouth of the man wearing driver's clothes. His body shook as if it was divided into two halves. The part that belonged to a living person was hooked out of the body by the rusty iron hook. outside.

At first glance, it looks like the soul is out of body.

"Zhao Feng, the seducer, how could he do this?" The man in a suit named Liu Ziwen was completely shocked.

"boom!"

But before he finished speaking, a spear suddenly flew out, directly pierced the head of another messenger who wanted to take action, and nailed him to the wall next to him.

The corpse twitched a few times and then immediately stopped moving.

Blood, screams, corpses.

In just a moment, the situation suddenly reversed.

Even the extremely ferocious man driving the car was restrained to death, and he was seduced to death.

Wang Yong's palms twitched slightly at this moment, and he wanted to make a move, but he stopped for some reason.

Because, he felt like he was being stared at by strange eyes. In just a moment, he seemed to disappear from this world.

"ah!"

The last miserable cry came, and Zhao Feng used the rusty iron hook to pull out a living part of the man who was acting as a driver.

As soon as it was drawn out, the living part shattered instantly like porcelain, and then immediately dissipated.

The Li Gui body holding the sharp knife stood on the spot, motionless and without any movement.

obviously.

he died.

Not only him, Wang Xiuying also died.

One of the remaining messengers was strangled to death by Yang Jian, and another was nailed to death by piercing his head.

For a moment.

Four of the six messengers were lost.

The only ones left were Liu Ziwen and Wang Yong, and one of them was breaking out in a cold sweat, while the other's hands and feet were frozen and did not dare to move.

It's not that they don't have the ability to fight hard.

But it all happened too fast, making them feel powerless.

Obviously the gap is not big, why did they lose so miserably?

"Actually, you all have good abilities, but it's a pity that you met me." Yang Jian said indifferently, and then slowly put down the corpse in his hand, throwing it aside like rags.

What he said was not modesty.

It was Zhao Feng who had his memory stolen and got the information.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so easy.

"Zhao Feng. He rebelled?" Wang Yong glanced at Zhao Feng solemnly.

It was because he suddenly faked his death and woke up and personally killed an important figure on his side, otherwise the situation would not have been reversed so completely.

"I'm not Zhao Feng."

Zhao Feng spoke, but his tone changed and he became a stranger.

"So that's it. No wonder Zhao Feng was not dead before and was still alive. It turned out that he had been replaced by a certain personality. When Zhao Feng was thrown out before, it was not a demonstration, but a trap." Liu Ziwen took a deep breath and understood what happened. Beginning and end.

This is something no one expected.

Because everyone's attention was attracted by Yang Jian just now. Who would have thought that Zhao Feng would suddenly stand up and attack the people here.

"But your methods have been exhausted, and we haven't tried our best yet." Wang Yong regained his composure, and he was still confident.