I open an adventure house in the mysterious world of recovery

Under the guidance of the neon lights with the words "Ghost Post Office", Tang Long finally arrived at the foot of this building.

The appearance of the building is very old and dilapidated. The outer walls are covered with moss and there are many strange black substances. It looks like it was formed after being eroded by the ghost realm.

No, it doesn’t seem like it. In fact, Luo Wensong, the knocker, was the first administrator of this post office. His dismembered ghost is still lingering in the post office. He is a dog that has both "turn off the lights to kill" and "open the door to kill." "The terrifying ghost.

"If we can imprison this evil ghost and let Luo Wensong find his puzzle piece, his strength will be greatly improved, and his favorability may also increase."

In the original work, the wooden box in Luo Wensong's pocket only contained the wooden coordinate sign, but now there is an envelope from the ghost post office, which is probably an extra benefit provided to him by the black mobile phone.

"I can probably guess the route of the Knocker's favorability."

Tang Long thought to himself that most of the ghosts in the black mobile phone had a favorable impression of strangers→slightly favorable→trustworthy→depending on each other. Luo Wensong was currently at the stage of being slightly favorable.

The next third stage of trust will probably be to imprison the opener in the ghost post office and help Luo Wensong regain his strength.

As for the last stage, it should be to take down the entire ghost post office and completely end the horror and supernatural events it brings.

But thinking about living with Lao Luo... it's a bit disgusting.

With his mind spinning non-stop, Tang Long walked straight to the ancient gate and pushed hard.

The door slowly opened and Tang Long strode inside. The floor was old and peeling and even cracked. There was a smell of mold in the air. On the walls that were still in the style of the Republic of China, there were huge portraits hanging there. .

Tang Long knew that these were copied portraits left by people who had completed the task of delivering letters to the post office, with the exception of one Zhang Xianguang.

His eyes moved slightly, and he saw a portrait that was somewhat similar to Yang Jian.

"Nightmare Yang Xiao." Tang Long narrowed his eyes slightly. He was once an amazingly talented ghost master, but unfortunately something went wrong in the last step and he was hit by Mr. Qin driving a supernatural bus.

Shaking his head, he withdrew his gaze, not wanting these portraits to know that he was aware of their existence for the time being.

"W-what is this place?" Suddenly, a slightly panicked voice came from behind, "Who are you?"

He turned around and saw a woman who was very beautiful, with a body that was so convex that it exploded. This woman had a look of fear on her face and was so nervous that she was overwhelmed.

"Oh? Are there any newcomers here?" At this time, the doors on both sides of the corridor were pushed open one by one, and several guys with fierce looks on their faces who didn't look like good people came out.

Seeing them approaching with ill intentions, the woman was obviously a little nervous and subconsciously leaned towards Tang Long.

This group of first-level messengers are no different from ordinary people except that they are a bit fiercer. Of course, Tang Long will not be afraid of them. He calmly said: "Since we are called newcomers, I guess you are all seniors. If you don't mind, follow us. Let me tell you about this damn post office."

In fact, he already knew the information about the ghost post office. The reason why he said this was to show some people in the post office and make them feel that he was a pure newcomer.

Secondly, due to the appearance of black mobile phones, the setting of this world seems to be slightly different from the original work. Tang Long cannot guarantee whether the ghost post office has changed.

"You want experience, right?" The leading man walked over with a grin, "No problem, but we have sacrificed our lives to get these experiences, what do you want in exchange?"

"What do you want in exchange?" Tang Long looked at him with interest.

"It's very simple. One million for each newcomer." The leading man raised his finger. "If you can get it, you two can live. If you can't get it, you won't be able to live to deliver the letter tomorrow."

As he spoke, he took out a gun from his pocket, loaded it, made a "click" sound, and looked over with a ferocious smile on his face.

"Oh? Have you ever been overseas while taking advantage of the opportunity to deliver letters?" Tang Long raised his eyebrows, but he was not afraid.

But the woman behind him panicked: "I have it! I have one million, don't mess around."

She took out her mobile phone and tried to transfer money, but found that there was no signal at all in the ghost post office.

"When I get out, I'll put this card in. Did you hear me?" The leading man threw a note over, "Don't think about defaulting on the bill, and don't think that calling the police will be useful. Let me tell you, even if you complete one delivery of the letter, there will still be a second one." The first time, the third time, you will eventually go back to the post office. If the money does not arrive before you come in next time, hum..."

He suddenly raised his pistol and fired into the sky.

"Bang——!"

There was a deafening explosion and fire splashed out. The woman screamed in fright, covered her ears with her hands and squatted down.

"Hehe." The man's eyes revealed a greedy light, and he reached out to touch the woman's face. "In this place from now on, if you want to survive, you must first take good care of your brothers."

The woman trembled and leaned back almost instinctively. The man missed it and slapped her with his backhand: "Damn it, you are so shameless, right?"

The woman fell to the ground, sobbing quietly, her cheeks becoming red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What about you?" After establishing his authority, the man turned to look at Tang Long.

"If you are willing to tell me all the information, I don't mind giving you one million." Tang Long shrugged, "But if you insist... I can't guarantee what the result will be."

"ha?!"

The leading man showed a cruel and unhappy expression: "Boy, do you think you are handsome? Or do you think I am just a toy?"

As he spoke, he raised the gun high, his wrist even higher than his head, and put the gun on Tang Long's forehead, as if he might pull the trigger at any time.

People who enter the ghost post office will become messengers inside, constantly dealing with ghosts in the process of delivering letters. Because they are always in death and fear, their spirits are not very stable and may explode at any time.

It's a pity that he met Tang Long. For this kind of person who didn't have the ability to control ghosts, but had the temperament to control ghosts, Tang Long was not angry and chuckled:

"I have two things to tell you. First, you must have learned this posture from Young and Dangerous. It looks quite ruthless, but in fact it is easy to be blinded by flying bullet casings."

He also saw this kind of powerful-sounding but meaningless knowledge from Horror Paradise. When he used it to educate others, the people being educated would certainly be unhappy.

"Really?" The leading man's veins popped out and he hit Tang Long's head several times with the muzzle of his gun. "I'd like to hear what the second one is."

"Second, I estimate that you are going to shoot directly after listening to my second point, so..."

While Tang Long was talking, he already took action. The extremely heavy hammer roared in and smashed the leading man's arm.

The man never thought that the guy in front of him would suddenly hit him with such a big hammer even though his hands were empty. He was unprepared and didn't even have time to turn on the safety cover when he felt a sharp pain coming from his arm, and his whole body They all flew out.

What’s so funny is that the hammer was so fast and hard that everyone else flew out, and the pistol stopped in mid-air and spun around before falling to the ground.

"Brother, if you turn off the safety after firing a gun to demonstrate, I know you are a rookie. This thing in your hands can only scare people."

While Tang Long was talking, he had already smashed it down with a hammer. With a "Duang" sound, the pistol that fell to the ground completely fell into pieces. Even if it was returned to the original factory, it could only be remade and could not be repaired.

When several people around him saw this, they were frightened. They took a few steps back unconsciously and raised their hands to show that they were not hostile.

"Well, it seems that this is the only gun." Tang Long held the crowd calmly. After all, he was the messenger on the first floor, and he was mediocre in all aspects.

"Now." He raised the hammer and pointed it at the man who collapsed on the ground, and said with a smile, "Continue the previous transaction, but now I am no longer buying information with money, but with your life. By the way, what is your name? Coming?"

"Zhao, Zhao Gang."

People had to lower their heads under the low eaves. For the sake of his own life, Zhao Gang could only swallow his anger and tell Tang Long what he wanted to know.

"That's all?"

"That's all." Zhao Gang looked frightened and seemed very sincere, but no one knew if he was hiding anything.

"Forget it." Tang Long put away the sledgehammer. After all, he was a rookie messenger on the first floor. His knowledge was limited. Even if he was hiding something, he might still know it.

He found it boring, but the woman beside him was frightened. Once he entered the post office, he had to act as a messenger to deliver letters to ghosts. If he didn't deliver, he would die. And even if he was lucky enough to successfully deliver the letter once, he would still have to continue delivering the letter. Unless he went all the way to the fifth floor to complete all the letter delivery tasks, there was only a dead end.

"How can we live like this?" Her face was pale and full of despair.

"As agreed, I'll spare your life, but don't have any more inappropriate thoughts." Tang Long glanced at Zhao Gang, "Otherwise, I won't be so easy to talk to next time."

He didn't pay attention to the few little people. Zhao Gang probably didn't have a second gun anymore. Even if there was a small probability of an incident happening, he would have supernatural countermeasures, so he was not afraid at all.

Keep him, maybe he can be used as cannon fodder during the message delivery mission.

At this moment, the originally yellow light gradually flickered, became dimmer and dimmed, and gradually tended to go out, and a strange darkness slowly spread from upstairs. It seemed that it would soon cover everything. In the dark.

"No, it's six o'clock!"

The expressions of everyone present suddenly changed and they hurriedly returned to their respective rooms. Tang Long also randomly found an empty room and walked in.

The woman was a little hesitant. The post office will turn off the lights after six o'clock. Anyone who does not enter the room will be killed by the ghosts wandering in the post office. Zhao Gang has just said this, and judging from the reaction of this group of people, it is absolutely it is true.

The question is, which door to enter?

She would never dare to enter the rooms of those old messengers, and she was really scared to live alone. After hesitating, the woman walked to the door of Tang Long's room and pushed the door open tentatively.

When Zhao Gang, who was walking at the end, saw this situation, a vicious glare flashed in his eyes.

Of course he just hid the information, that is, it is best for only one person to live in a room on the first floor. If there are too many people, very scary things will happen.

It is said that two people once teamed up to spend the night in a room, and both of them were found dead the next day, and their deaths were tragic.

"It doesn't matter if you can play with a hammer, or if you are strong, you will die tonight!"