Mysterious resurgence

A strange door opened.

Wang Yong was wearing pajamas, covered in blood and dirt, and was dirty, but he said nothing and remained silent. He just collected all the corpses on the ground and threw them into the door.

He took a look at the door. It seemed to be connected to an unknown supernatural place that did not exist in reality and could be used as a place to hold evil ghosts.

Yang Jian didn't help, he was paying attention to the dead Liu Qingqing.

Li Yang sat aside to rest. His body was numb and it took him a long time to recover.

In a short time, all the corpses in the hall on the fifth floor were cleared.

"Captain, are there only so many messengers on the fifth floor?" At this moment, Li Yang glanced at Wang Yong and said.

Yang Jian said: "No, not just that, there are quite a few more."

He learned from the stolen memories that there were more than just these messengers on the fifth floor. The accumulation of more than ten years could not only be like this. What's more, there were already other messengers on the fifth floor before the black letter appeared.

"In other words, only part of them are coming today, and there will be messengers coming one after another?" Li Yang said; "Will we take action later?"

"This is the most stubborn group. Their death means that the biggest resistance is gone. The remaining messengers are scattered and must be much easier to deal with than this." Yang Jian said.

Then he threw something to Li Yang.

That's a rusty iron hook.

It is also a supernatural item used by Zhao Feng, the soul seducer. This supernatural item is very powerful, much stronger than the blood-stained mallet.

"Just keep this thing for future use, it will work better with you."

Li Yang was not polite and took it back: "The doll seems a little bad this time. It was shot twice before, but now it has closed its eyes. It's a bit incredible."

He took out the old doll, and now this weird doll had its eyes closed and was motionless.

"What's the origin of that shovel? This doll can perfectly withstand the attacks of evil spirits, as well as the attacks of living people who look at it, and now it can't even open its eyes after being hit by the shovel." Yang Jian frowned and looked at Wang Yong holds a shovel in his hand.

When he moved the corpse, he used a shovel instead of his hands.

This shovel seems to have the ability to suppress supernatural beings.

"It must be an incredible supernatural item." Li Yang whispered: "It cannot be left in Wang Yong's hands. He is not trustworthy yet. If such an item is placed on him, it will be fatal if he betrays him at a critical moment. .”

"I know, I will let him hand it over." Yang Jian said.

At this moment, Wang Yong came over after finishing his work.

"All the corpses have been taken care of, and only Liu Qingqing is left. What are you going to do? I can throw her into that door if necessary."

Yang Jian said: "No need, Liu Qingqing is dead, but there is another person hidden in her body. I am waiting for her to be resurrected. In addition, the shovel in your hand is very dangerous. I cannot give it to you for the time being, but I I won’t treat you badly, I’ll give you this in exchange.”

After saying that, he threw out the bloody sharp knife.

Wang Yong's face moved slightly. He looked at the shovel in his hand, his eyes a little complicated. He was able to reach the fifth floor alive and almost delivered three letters and left the post office. The biggest reason was not that he controlled the ghost, but that he had delivered letters before. I got this shovel very early in the mission process.

Without the shovel, he would have died many times.

"You are the boss, you decide."

He sighed, without much thought or reluctance. He took the bloody sharp knife and handed over the shovel.

Yang took the shovel and said, "Don't worry, I will return it to you when you become trustworthy, but not now."

"I understand, I have no objection." Wang Yong replied.

"What are you going to do next? If you want to complete the task of delivering the black letter, many people will die on the fifth floor. You should already know this task. Only the messenger who successfully delivers the letter can survive. Everyone else will suffer from the post office. Cursed to die, we didn’t send letters back then, not because we didn’t want to, but because no one dared to do so.”

He then mentioned his previous situation, which was the same as now.

Whoever holds the black letter will become the target of public criticism. At that time, no messenger on the fifth floor dared to say that he could definitely defeat the cooperation of others.

So the idea was to leave the black letters at the post office.

This is a solution that everyone likes.

It can not only avoid being killed by the curse of the post office, but also get rid of the control of the post office.

At that time, this plan had the best of both worlds, and there was nothing wrong with it. Otherwise, I would not have been able to live a peaceful life for more than ten years.

"It's impossible for me to deliver the letter. I didn't come to the fifth floor to deliver the letter to the post office. I just did it out of necessity to go upstairs." Yang Jian said calmly.

Wang Yong realized something: "If you don't send the letter, then there is only one option left."

"Tear the letter." Li Yang said calmly.

Yang Jian took out the black letter: "What will happen if you tear up this black letter?"

"Generally speaking, if you tear up a letter, you will be attacked by evil spirits. After you resist, the post office will assume that the letter has been successfully delivered. If you can't, you will die. As the floor goes higher, the letter delivery task becomes more difficult, and the number of times the letter is torn up increases. This This attack will become stronger, did you tear up the letters downstairs?" Wang Yong said.

"Teared up two letters." Yang Jian said.

Wang Yong pondered: "Some people have said before that you cannot tear up more than three letters at most, but in fact this is a misunderstanding. As long as you are strong enough, you can tear up letters all the time. There is no requirement for the number of times, but most of them One cannot bear the price of tearing up a letter for the fourth time.”

"But I guess once the black letter is torn, the fifth floor will be restored to its previous state, and the messengers will start delivering letters normally. In this case, everything will be meaningless. As long as they continue to deliver letters endlessly, the messengers will one day die. .”

"Since you don't plan to deliver the message, it would be detrimental to you to restore balance on the fifth floor."

indeed.

Once Yang Jian tore up the black letter, he restarted the letter delivery task on the fifth floor of the post office.

He could get rid of the post office with the help of black letters, but Li Yang could not. The black letters could only allow one person to escape the curse.

"The situation now is exactly the same as when we were there." Wang Yong said: "But this time you are the boss, you just make the decision. I don't have any opinions on any decision."

Li Yang also looked at Yang Jian. Although he said nothing, it was obvious that he had no objection.

At this time, Yang Jian, as the captain, had to make a decision.

"There's no rush. The black letter hasn't left the post office yet, and the delivery mission hasn't started yet. There's time to think about it." Yang Jian said, "And I still need to ask one person before making this decision."

After speaking, he looked at Liu Qingqing.

No.

Now she can no longer be called Liu Qingqing, but an unknown woman from the Republic of China period.

She is resurrecting with the help of Liu Qingqing's body.

This is a very evil thing. I really don’t know how that woman from the Republic of China era managed to do this, even though she had been dead for so long, she could still come back to life.

But according to Yang Jian's speculation.

This woman from the Republic of China must have died, but her memory was preserved through some supernatural means, perhaps on the cheongsam, perhaps on the red high heels, or perhaps when all She will revive when the puzzle pieces come together.

This kind of recovery is not a resurrection in the true sense, but more like an inheritance.

For future ghost masters to inherit this memory, the key lies in whose memory dominates it all.

Just like Yang Jian, he was resurrected from the ghost. His memory dominated everything, so he was Yang Jian. But Liu Qingqing failed. She did not dominate the memory of this woman during the Republic of China, but was replaced.

But no matter what the outcome is, when the supernatural puzzle pieces are put together, this woman from the Republic of China will return.

This is a fact that cannot be erased.

Even if Liu Qingqing can suppress the dominant memory of this Republic of China woman, her next successor will still become a carrier.

If you think about it carefully, it seems a bit scary.

"Do you not want to wake up, or are you saying you can't wake up?" Yang Jian stared at Liu Qingqing's body and said, "I don't have the patience to wait forever."

She seemed to have heard what he said.

Liu Qingqing's cold, breathless body suddenly moved, and her eyes slowly opened, but her expression changed at this moment. It didn't look like Liu Qingqing's cold and arrogant look at all, but with a hint of smile. She has a hint of charm, just like a beautiful woman with all kinds of charms.

"It's been so many days since we've been apart from this ancient house. I didn't expect us to meet again so soon." She spoke, her voice changed, and it was extremely strange.

"It's not easy to replace the current person. It's not easy to resurrect from the past to the present. To be honest, you should thank me. Without my acquiescence, you wouldn't be able to come back so easily." Yang Jian asked.

She continued: "No, you are wrong. I have not been resurrected. I am a person born from the supernatural. I am neither her nor Liu Qingqing. You may not be able to understand what I say, but it doesn't matter. You take me It’s okay to think of me as a person who was resurrected during the Republic of China, but from now on I won’t be called Liu Qingqing anymore, you can call me Sister Hong.”

Sister Hong?

But at her age, let alone Sister Hong, she can be called Grandma Hong.

"The name is not important, it is just a title. I am sure that Liu Qingqing is dead and you can be resurrected." Yang Jian said: "You should be familiar with this place."

"Ghost post office? This place is no stranger to me." Sister Hong started to walk. Her steps were graceful and more elegant than Liu Qingqing's. At this moment, her eyes were looking at the oil paintings on the wall.

Yang Jian said: "I acquiesce in your resurrection because I hope to get the method to deal with the ghost post office from you."

"You can't handle it. The ghost post office, the ghost post office, is a bureau in itself. How can the people inside the bureau handle it?"

Sister Hong stopped, turned around and smiled: "But I can let you control the ghost post office and run it in a healthy way. As long as you want, the post office can not deliver letters, but deal with supernatural events. After all, the post office is too old. It can no longer keep up with the needs of the times. Next time, we will change the sign and change it to the Supernatural Incident Processing Center."

"Change the task of delivering letters to the task of handling supernatural events?" Yang Jian's eyelids twitched: "Can it be done?"

"It's not difficult to do. The rules can be changed. The person who controls the post office can change the rules, but the person who controls the post office can never leave the post office, just like the person in room 502. If so, are you willing? "Sister Hong said.

Yang Jian immediately refused: "I can't stay here forever, there are more important things to deal with outside."

"Then wait until you find someone who is willing to stay in the ghost post office before discussing this topic with me." Sister Hong said, "I will stay in the post office for a while, but it won't be too long. You should seize this opportunity."

After saying that, she walked towards a room with light steps.

That room is 504.

There was a strange opera sound in that room at night, as if someone was singing an opera.

The messengers on the fifth floor all know that there is a ghost in that room, and it is very vicious. Entering it is seeking death.

But Sister Hong did not hesitate at all, opened the door and walked in.

Yang Jian glanced at it and didn't remind him much.

It is definitely not that simple for this woman from the Republic of China period to be resurrected through Liu Qingqing's body. It is definitely unrealistic for the ghost in the room to kill her.

"Control the ghost post office and change the rules for delivering letters." Wang Yong looked shocked at this moment.

He had never dared to think of such a thing before, but he never expected that it could actually be done.

The only price is to leave a person to live in the ghost post office forever.

So who stays?

Wang Yong looked at Li Yang. If Yang Jian refused to stay, then he would have to choose one of them.

"By the way, when you become the controller of the post office, you will become a kind of alien. You no longer have to worry about the resurgence of the evil ghost. As for the black letter, it is best to leave it in the post office for the time being. It is an opportunity for you to do whatever you want. Choose someone to be the controller, even if that person is not the messenger on the fifth floor."

Suddenly, Sister Hong said these words before walking into room 504.

Then the door slammed shut.

The hall fell silent again.

After a while, Li Yang lowered his voice and said: "Select a person to control the post office, change the mail delivery task, turn it into a task of solving supernatural events, and use the messenger to deal with supernatural events to the greatest extent. It sounds good. But are her words credible? What if there is a trap in it?"

"And there's no guarantee that this strange woman who was resurrected during the Republic of China doesn't have some thoughts of her own."

Yang Jian said nothing.

Because Li Yang was right to worry. The person who claimed to be Sister Hong was extremely mysterious and left no information. Her identity was also a mystery. It was only known that she was related to those people during the Republic of China.

"If I can't find someone, I can stay at the post office."

Suddenly, Wang Yong said: "I know you don't trust me, but if this can end the fate of the messenger, then I will not refuse."

"Pointless."

Yang Jian thought about it carefully and said with an indifferent expression: "All the messengers on the first, second and fourth floors are dead, and only a few messengers on the third floor are left. Now even if the mission of delivering letters is turned into a mission of solving supernatural events, what's the point? Meaning, the couriers who just joined are ordinary people. Do you expect ordinary people to deal with the current supernatural events? They are just dragging people to death.

"And solving supernatural incidents is more difficult than delivering letters. Not to mention that there are no people in the post office now. Even if it is full, people will die sooner or later. This is a hell of death, without any hope."

"So what Sister Hong said is not credible?" Wang Yong said.

Yang Jian frowned: "You can believe it, but you can't believe it completely. I need to control the ghost post office, but how to use the ghost post office is up to me, not Sister Hong."

"What if she objects?" Wang Yong said.

Yang Jian glanced at it: "This is the resurrection of the undead before, so let's fight again. Either she dies or I die."

Wang Yong was shocked.

At this moment, he felt that he really made the right choice.

This Yang Jian is really determined to end the ghost post office, and he is risking his life to do it, not just talking about it.

This is the right way, so that he won't make the same mistake again. As long as he is strong enough and his attitude is firm enough, this ghost post office can really be put to an end in his hands, and there will no longer be any poor people in this place.

pity.

I have never met such a person before, otherwise there wouldn’t be so many tragic things happening