Mysterious Resurrection: I Don't Have Any Hacks

Faced with Yang Jian's proposal, although some of the messengers were tempted, no one was the first to stand up and express their agreement to support Yang Jian.

After all, being tempted is just being tempted;

Although Yang Jian's words are very good, these messengers dare not believe it easily.

In addition, there is a tacit understanding between these messengers for more than ten years.

They dare not break the tacit understanding at will.

After all, breaking the tacit understanding will cost a price.

Once you stand on the wrong side, you will definitely be liquidated afterwards.

Wang Yong, who was a little entangled in his heart, suddenly brightened up, as if he thought of something, and immediately said to Yang Jian:

"I have a suggestion. You first send the black letter back to room 502, and then we will go outside the post office to talk.

If you can really provide everyone with a resettlement fee of 100 million yuan at that time, we can also consider your request."

The reason why they could not make up their minds to agree to Yang Jian was mainly because of two concerns.

One was the success rate of Yang Jian's plan, and the other was that the resettlement fee promised by Yang Jian could not be fulfilled.

If Yang Jian can really pay 100 million yuan for resettlement, then even if Yang Jian's plan has a low success rate, they have the courage to take a gamble.

At least even if it fails in the end, they don't need to worry about their family's life.

To some extent, Wang Yong's proposal can even be said to be a best of both worlds.

Others nodded after hearing this, and they also thought that Wang Yong's proposal was very good.

However, these messengers thought of one thing wrong, or thought of the wrong person;

That is Yang Jian.

Since Yang Jian agreed, he will definitely not break his promise.

After all, a few hundred million is really just a few small goals for him.

And the reason why Yang Jian gave these people the choice was just because he cherished talents and saw the power of these messengers.

Now let Yang Jian put down the ghost post office, Yang Jian naturally couldn't agree to it.

Yang Jian smiled, his smile was very cold. He raised the spear in his hand and dropped it heavily, making a loud noise, shattering the floor on the ground:

"I think you haven't figured out a fact yet. I'm not begging you, but giving you a chance. You have no room for bargaining.

The opportunity is given, if you don't seize it, then you all have to die here today."

As soon as Yang Jian said this, the atmosphere that had just eased a little suddenly froze again, and everyone looked at Yang Jian with a different look.

"It's understandable that young people have tempers, but you'd better weigh yourself when you say this. The water on the fifth floor is very deep, and it's not something you, a newcomer from the fourth floor, can understand;

You'd better respect us old seniors, otherwise you will die miserably."

The middle-aged woman looked at Yang Jian and said slowly.

Although she looked like she was giving advice, she was actually very strong and gave people an aggressive feeling.

She even had the tone of educating Yang Jian.

It's normal for this woman to have such confidence.

After all, it was six to one, and no matter how you looked at it, he had a better chance of winning.

Yang Jian glanced at the messengers present again, and then said in a serious tone:

"It seems that no one is willing to seize this opportunity, so I won't persuade them any more."

He gave these people a choice just as an attempt. Since they couldn't reach an agreement now, Yang Jian didn't plan to waste time any more.

Yang Jian continued to say to the messengers:

"I really want to know now, after more than ten years, how much spiritual power can you use now? How long can you last?"

"Don't worry, it's no problem to kill you." Another messenger said in a bad tone.

"In that case, let's do it. Kill me, and you can naturally take the letter back." Yang Jian said coldly.

In fact, when Yang Jian knew that some messengers would enter the post office after dawn, he had thought of ambushing these messengers on the stairs.

After all, his ghost eyes can see through the haze shrouding the stairs, but others don't have such ability.

If Yang Jian really wanted to sneak attack, these messengers would probably not be able to walk to the fifth floor alive.

But he thought at that time that although the messenger should be killed even though he did nothing wrong, from the overall perspective, he needed some talents to deal with supernatural events.

It would be a pity to kill him directly.

That's why he wanted to try to get a few messengers from the fifth floor to come over.

Unfortunately, although a messenger was tempted just now, they still couldn't reach an agreement in the end.

Although Yang Jian felt a little pity in his heart, this was the other party's choice after all, and he had nothing to say.

Now Yang Jian just wanted to get rid of these messengers.

The six messengers in the hall were startled when they heard this, looked at each other, and immediately made up their minds.

Go!

Kill the new messenger in front of them, take back the black letter, and restore the previous balance on the fifth floor of the post office.

As the messengers made up their minds and prepared to kill Yang Jian.

They all began to use the supernatural powers they had mastered.

The next second;

"Swish! Swish!"

The lights in the lobby on the fifth floor suddenly began to flicker strangely;

"Finally, the action is about to begin. The flowers I've been waiting for are almost withering!"

Yue Li, who had been watching the show in stealth, now looked serious and excited.

Just now, seeing Yang Jian almost persuade all the messengers on the fifth floor with his mouth, Yue Li thought that this fight would not happen again.

Unexpectedly, the two sides still failed to reach an agreement after such a sudden turn of events.

Now the battle is finally about to begin.

As for the strange changes in the lights in the hall, it was only because too many people in the hall used their supernatural powers together, causing interference.

At the same time, as the lights in the hall flickered, he suddenly found that the light around him seemed to disappear.

What he saw was rapidly getting darker.

Even though the lights in the post office were still on, Yang Jian still felt that everything around him was being eroded by darkness.

At first, Yang Jian thought that someone among the messengers on the opposite side was using a ghost-like ability to affect the post office hall.

But he soon discovered that something might be wrong.

It was not that the surrounding environment was getting darker, but that his eyes seemed to be covered by something, so he felt that the surroundings were gradually losing light.

As the light became darker, Yang Jian finally discovered the abnormality.

He saw a vague outline appear in front of him, like a child's finger, and the finger kept shaking in front of his eyes.

It seemed to be trying to cover his eyes.

At this time, Yang Jian was completely sure that his vision was affected.

"It seems that my previous evaluation of these messengers was correct. These people are indeed talented. They noticed that there was something wrong with my ghost eye just by observation, and even took countermeasures immediately."

There has always been a ghost eye on Yang Jian's forehead that is restlessly looking around.

It is not surprising that these messengers noticed something unusual.

But he did not expect that these people would immediately want to use evil spirits to cover this ghost eye, thereby limiting his ability.

This reaction and action are not weak at all.