Mysterious Resurrection: I Don't Have Any Hacks

Zhao Feng, who chose to return to the post office in advance, naturally had the confidence.

Although there were evil spirits wandering in the post office after the lights were turned off, Zhao Feng was not an ordinary messenger.

More than a decade ago, Zhao Feng was a famous soul-snatching messenger.

Even if he confronted the evil spirit head-on, he was not at all weak.

But Zhao Feng had to stop not long after he walked up the stairs to the fifth floor.

The post office was very quiet after the lights were turned off, and any subtle sound would become very obvious;

"You can't hear it wrong, there were footsteps coming down from upstairs just now."

Although Zhao Feng has the strength to confront the evil spirit head-on, it doesn't mean that he is not afraid of the evil spirit and is willing to confront it.

If there is a choice, Zhao Feng hopes that it is best not to have any encounter with the evil spirit.

This is the best.

But the current situation does not seem to be what he wants:

"My luck won't be so bad, I just came to the post office and bumped into the ghost in the post office? And I met it on the stairs."

If he encounters an evil spirit in a spacious space, Zhao Feng will naturally not be too worried.

Because as long as he didn't encounter a long-range attack from a fierce ghost, or a fierce ghost with a law of death, he had the confidence to fight against it.

At least he had the ability to protect himself.

But it would be inconvenient to encounter a fierce ghost on this staircase.

The space was too small, which was not conducive to his performance.

"If I had known that I would encounter this situation, I shouldn't have been anxious. I should have waited until six o'clock tomorrow morning."

Zhao Feng felt a little regretful.

"There is no need to rush to kill the newcomer who took the black letter. Anyway, the letter delivery mission will not really start until tomorrow at least. It's not too late to do it then."

After a brief thought, Zhao Feng began to want to retreat temporarily.

He was not afraid, but simply didn't want to conflict with the fierce ghost in the post office.

Because there was actually no point in doing so.

For the ghost rider, fighting against the fierce ghost, no matter what the final result is, it is a loss.

Even if he really suppressed the fierce ghost, it would stimulate the revival of the fierce ghost in his body, which would be disadvantageous to the ghost rider in any way.

Besides, most of the evil spirits wandering in the post office are very dangerous. If you don't deal with them well, you may die here.

Thinking of this, Zhao Feng immediately made a decision to retreat to the lobby on the first floor for the time being.

In this way, even if you really have to fight against evil spirits, it will be convenient to do it.

Just when Zhao Feng was about to raise his foot, he suddenly heard

the footsteps on the stairs appeared again, and it seemed that the owner of the footsteps continued to walk down after pausing for a while.

And Zhao Feng also noticed that the frequency of the footsteps did not slow down, but had a vague tendency to speed up.

This means that the existence above may have discovered him and has already stared at him;

Zhao Feng's face suddenly changed;

"Is it coming for me?"

After thinking about it, Zhao Feng gave up his previous decision and no longer chose to turn around and leave.

Although he hadn't delivered a letter for a long time, as an experienced messenger, Zhao Feng had faced the supernatural more than once or twice.

He knew very well that if the ghost really stared at him, it would be meaningless even if he turned around and left;

The ghost would follow until the attack was over.

And if you turn your back to the evil spirit, you are more likely to be in danger.

"No way, it seems that I can only deal with the evil spirit that is coming." Although Zhao Feng felt a little helpless, he was ready immediately.

His eyes were fixed on the stairs above.

Although he could not see in the dark because he did not master the ability of ghost eyes, he could still judge the distance between each other by the location of the footsteps.

On the top of the stairs, Yue Li and Yang Jian did not act rashly after they found that the footsteps stopped.

They suspected that Zhao Feng below was an evil spirit.

But they could not be completely sure;

"Whether it is an evil spirit or not, since we have encountered it, let's go down and see it first." A hint of excitement flashed in Yue Li's eyes.

Whether it is an evil spirit or something else under the stairs, it is better for Yue Li than nothing abnormal.

Moreover, even if it is really an evil spirit below, Yue Li has the confidence to solve it.

After hearing what Yue Li said, Yang Jian thought about it for a while and nodded in agreement.

Then Yue Li and Yang Jian continued to walk down the stairs.

Because the stairs were covered by black haze, even with the ghost eyes, the distance they could see was very limited.

But after walking a distance, Yue Li could already see the figure at the bottom of the stairs through the ghost eyes.

But after seeing the other person clearly, Yue Li's expression on his face could not help but be stunned.

Because he actually saw a person on the stairs.

A slightly fat man wearing a blood-stained apron, about 40 or 50 years old.

At this time, the man's face was solemn, and he raised his head slightly and looked sharply up the stairs.

It seemed to be alert to him and Yang Jian.

"It's a person! How could it be a person?" Yue Li was very confused.

According to his guess, the footsteps he heard just now should be from a fierce ghost, but he didn't expect it to be a living person.

Although Yue Li sensed a strange breath on the other person, it was not a fierce ghost, but a ghost rider.

"Strange, why are there still people wandering around in the post office at this time? Could it be a messenger from a certain floor?

But this is the staircase leading to the fifth floor. Ordinary messengers should not be able to climb up this staircase."

Yang Jian also showed a puzzled look on his face.

He also has the ghost eye, so he naturally saw Zhao Feng below.

From Zhao Feng's rich expression and reaction, it can be seen that the other party is definitely not a ghost, but a person, a post office messenger.

"That can only mean that this person is actually a messenger on the fifth floor." Yue Li said softly.

Yang Jian nodded, and felt that this was the only explanation.

At this time, Yang Jian observed Zhao Feng below again through the ghost eye.

Although Zhao Feng's eyes were also looking in their direction, they knew that the other party definitely did not see the two of them.

Unless the person below also has the same supernatural ability as the ghost eye.

Although he couldn't see it, Yang Jian believed that the person below must have heard the sound of them going down the stairs just now.

Just like he and Yue Li heard the footsteps coming from below just now.

It was precisely because of hearing the sound that the person below showed a vigilant expression.

It seems that the other party also thought that the person coming down the stairs was a ghost.

But none of this mattered. What Yang Jian was really puzzled about was another thing:

"Why would this messenger on the fifth floor choose to come to the post office after the lights were turned off at night?

The delivery mission could not have happened at night. What was his purpose in entering the post office at this time? He couldn't have come to the post office to rest in advance, could he?"

The more Yang Jian thought about it, the more confused he became.

The situation on the fifth floor was so complicated that it was basically impossible for the messenger to return to the post office without any problem, especially at night.

Yang Jian thought while observing Zhao Feng below.