The mysterious resurrected card maker

Just when Si Ye and the others had just walked up to the second floor and looked at everything here.

"boom!"

Suddenly, at this moment.

In the nearest room, the door of No. 21 opened with a bang, and a violent voice echoed:

"You bitch, get out of here, you want to stay in my room? Who do you think you are?"

A woman with bruises on her body was kicked out of the room hard, and then fell to the ground in pain, her skin worn by the rough ground.

Blood spilled out quickly.

The disheveled look was very miserable.

"It's the woman named Qian Rong. We met downstairs last time. Unexpectedly, she also came to the second floor."

"It seems that the previous inference is correct. The red letter is difficult, but it can allow a whole floor of couriers to go upstairs in advance."

Li Yang recognized this woman at a glance.

At the same time, he quickly understood what was happening in front of him.

It must be because Si Ye and the others successfully delivered the letter, she followed them upstairs and came here much earlier than them.

But on the second floor, there were not enough rooms. If Qian Rong wanted to enter one of the rooms, he would have to contact the owner of the original room.

Obviously.

Contact failed and she was kicked out.

There are less than twenty minutes left.

Arrive at six o'clock.

The lights at the post office were turned off, and evil spirits began to wander around the post office.

Who dares to stay outside?

Qian Rong raised her head, with fear and despair in her eyes. She was trembling all over and trying to return to the room, but she was kicked over again by a man with a cold face.

"This room is full, get out of here."

"No, don't be like this, please, let me stay for one night, just one night, just one night. I can agree to any conditions."

Qian Rong was kicked to the ground, but she ignored the pain on her body and continued to plead.

But the man with a gloomy face said: "If you keep making noise here, believe it or not, I will throw you down the stairs right now? Murder is not prohibited among couriers in the post office, not to mention that you are worthless to us."

"Ah, you liars, you just agreed to let me stay as long as I accompany you every time."

Qian Rong collapsed to the point of screaming at this time. She was wailing and desperate.

But she never thought of resisting.

Because she couldn't resist, she was just an ordinary woman.

In this post office, we still believe in the law of the jungle.

"snort."

The man with a cold face suddenly glanced at Si Ye and the others, and his eyes moved.

It seems to be a strong warning, telling you not to try to cause trouble in Room 201.

Then there was a loud bang.

The door is closed.

"Woo." That Qian Rong lay on the ground crying, extremely miserable.

Yang Jian saw this in his eyes and walked slowly over. He came to the woman named Qian Rong and looked down at her expressionlessly.

"Do you really want to live?"

Qian Rong saw Yang Jian, her crying subsided a little, and then she grabbed Yang Jian's trousers like a straw:

"I, I don't want to die. I have a husband, children, and parents. I don't want to die. My daughter is only five years old. I don't want to die."

"It seems that you have a strong desire to survive. It's just that ordinary people have entered this post office. In fact, death is only a matter of time."

Yang Jian told a cruel fact in a cold tone.

He was like a cold statue, without a trace of pity or sympathy.

"Please, please, help me, I don't want to die, wuwu," Qian Rong cried. She didn't think much, she just wanted to live.

As for how long she can live, she doesn't know and can't control it.

Yang Jian's tone was still cold: "Okay, I'll help you this time."

"Really?"

Qian Rong suddenly raised his head, his haggard face was stained with bruises and blood, and his eyes were wide open, as if full of disbelief.

"Only for this time, because the courier on the first floor went upstairs in advance because of my arrival. This should have interfered with the normal operation of the post office."

"So it's just compensation. In addition, that person looked at me very wrong just now and seemed to be provoking me. It just so happens that I also need a room to stay for one night, so I'll take action against them."

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and raised his head to look at Room 21.

Seeing this, Si Ye immediately understood what Yang Jian was thinking. Killing chickens to scare monkeys is the most effective way to deal with supernatural events.

Only strong strength can convince these people. Without strength, even speaking out will have no effect.

"Li Yang, open the door." Yang Jian shouted.

"Okay, Captain."

Li Yang immediately came to the door of Room 21.

This old wooden door is locked from the inside and is not easy to open.

However, as soon as he touched the door handle above, the old wooden door creaked and opened easily, which was a bit incredible.

The door opens.

A puff of turbid air hit his face.

The smell of smoke, musty, and sour smell makes people very uncomfortable.

"At this time, whoever opened the fucking door wants to die?" A roar came from inside, and a man in a vest said angrily.

But before he finished speaking, he saw Li Yang and Yang Jian standing at the door.

"Is there anyone else outside? You two friends, please stay away if you are sensible. This room is already full and you are not welcome. If you don't listen to the warning, I can't guarantee what will happen to you later."

The man in the vest had a ferocious expression and said threateningly.

Yang Jian said nothing, ignored the man's warning, and walked directly into the room.

"You brat, am I talking to you? A mere messenger who just came upstairs dares to show off here. Are you looking for death?"

The man in a vest casually picked up a baseball bat from the side, strode over, and raised his hand to hit him.

You're not welcome at all.

But the next moment.

A cold golden pistol was placed in front of his head.

"Brother, brother, be cold, calm down, killing is illegal."

The man in the vest suddenly froze his hands in mid-air, and cold sweat broke out on his face.

As he spoke, he glanced slightly at the wooden table next to him.

There, there was a duffel bag.

There were firearms inside, too.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to come to the second floor as a messenger without any preparation.

It's just that this thing is taboo in normal times. Don't dare to expose it casually when you put it in your luggage bag. If you are caught, you will go to jail.

When the time comes, I don’t know how I will die if it affects the delivery of letters.

boom!

But the next moment.

Gunshots were fired.

The man in the vest fell to the ground with a thud in an instant, blood splattered and his body twitched.

"Trash like you is still a vicious criminal outside. Rather than leaving you to deliver letters and cause trouble, it's better to send you on your way now."

Yang Jian looked indifferent and killed this guy without any hesitation.

But the gun went off.

The room inside suddenly opened.

"What's going on? What happened."

Hearing the sudden huge movement, the man with a cold face rushed out quickly.

However, when he saw the twitching corpse on the ground and Si Ye and Yang Jian standing in the living room, his eyes suddenly froze.

"It's you?"

He had met Si Ye and others outside just now.

I thought they didn't dare to cause trouble, but unexpectedly they rushed in.

"not good."

The man with a cold face reacted and knew that Yang Jian had a weapon in his hand. He immediately turned back to the room and prepared to deal with it.

The man who immediately closed the room quickly dug out his duffel bag and prepared for the guy to come out.

"Chen Xing, what happened outside? The gunshots were fired like that." There was another man in the room.

"There are people on the first floor. Not only the woman just now, but also three men."

"Damn it, what's going on today? How come so many people came up at once, and this person is very difficult to deal with. He killed Lao Xu when he came up, and now he's coming for us."

The man named Chen Xing had cold sweat on his forehead.

Although it was not a supernatural encounter, such a fight was very dangerous, and he might die here today.

"Then kill the ones outside."

The other man didn't care about Lao Xu's death. He got up and took out his weapon.

The reason why they have so many weapons in their hands is because Chen Xing went abroad.

The post office can bring people from anywhere, so naturally it can take advantage of this convenience to do some things.

But the weapons were only used to bully some newcomers who came up from downstairs.

When encountering some special messengers, weapons no longer have much effect.

However, when the two people were preparing to take action.

The door was kicked open by Yang Jian.

The huge force directly knocked a person away, and he fainted instantly.

"You" Chen Xing was shocked and hurriedly wanted to fight back.

However, his fingers were frozen and unable to move.

I don't know when, a cold, black palm actually covered the back of my hand, grabbing my finger tightly, unable to pull the trigger.

ghost?

Chen Xing's scalp exploded instantly, and he subconsciously wanted to shake off the thing as if he was electrocuted.

"Are you three alone in the room?" Yang Jian ignored him and glanced at him less.

"The rules on the second floor should be different from those on the first floor. The three of them stay in a room. It seems that the room on the second floor is different from the first floor. It doesn't mean that only one person can stay."

"It's just that I just heard them say that they can't hold it anymore. So, the upper limit of the number of people in the room on the second floor is probably three."

Si Ye ignored the dead people and spoke calmly.

He actually didn't know much about the details of the ghost post office. He only knew that the first floor was a single room, and the second floor could accommodate multiple people in one room.

But it is unclear whether there is an upper limit on the number of people.

"Who are you? There is no way the messenger downstairs has someone like you."

Chen Xing felt the cold palm lying on the back of his hand, looking at Si Ye's calm look and Yang Jian's cold eyes.

He understood.

Everything is caused by these people in front of me.

These people can actually control supernatural ghosts.

Even the messenger on the third floor may not be able to pass such a method.

But the more this happened, the more frightened he became.

It seemed that he was being targeted by an incredible person.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is whether you can survive in the corridor outside after lights out at six o'clock." Yang Jian asked coldly.

Click!

"ah!"

Chen Xing screamed, his entire arm was twisted strangely, and what caused all this was just a palm resting on his arm.

It was just a hand, without arms, cold and black, but I didn't know why it had such strength.

Although the suppression quota of Ghost Hand was used on Ghost Eye.

But the ghost hand's own supernatural powers are still there.

If you can't deal with the ghost master, it's still easy to deal with ordinary people.

"Let go, let me go. Killing me won't do you any good. Although messengers can't help hurting each other, some letters require a certain number of people. If there are fewer people, it will be almost impossible to successfully deliver the letter."

Chen Xing broke into a cold sweat and said hurriedly.

"Really? That's a pity. I have enough people here." Yang Jian said.

Before he finished speaking, the man let out another scream.

One leg was twisted and deformed, and the sound of cracking bones sounded dull.

After a while.

Yang Jian dragged this man and threw him out of Room 21.

"Let him stay out tonight and see if anything happens to him. In addition, Li Yang, please help me clean up the garbage in my room." Yang Jian said.

"Okay, Captain."

Li Yang glanced at the man named Chen Xing without any sympathy.

"Si Ye, it seems that Zhang Xianguang from last time has some connection with the ghost post office."

"According to what I heard, becoming the manager of a ghost post office will not kill you? Is this true?"

Yang Jian asked, looking at the calmed room.

Apparently, he was interested in the fact that he couldn't die as the manager of a ghost post office.

"It's true." Si Ye said calmly.

"But similarly, becoming the manager of a ghost post office also comes with a high price."

"After becoming a manager, that person will never be able to leave the Ghost Post Office."

Hearing this, Yang Jian immediately gave up the idea of ​​becoming the manager of the ghost post office.

If he couldn't leave the ghost post office, even if he could stay alive, it wouldn't mean much to him.

"You can come in."

Yang Jian looked at the woman named Qian Rong.

Qian Rong was so uneasy at the moment that she didn't even dare to look up at Yang Jian. She lowered her head and walked into the room timidly.

Yang Jian looked at the time.

There are less than ten minutes left before lights out.

"Wang Shan on the first floor and the man named Wan Xing didn't show up, and Sun Rui didn't show up either. This is not a coincidence. They should have arrived in a certain room in advance." Yang Jian looked at it.

There was no room to open the door at this moment.

The doors to each room were closed, and the movement just now did not attract anyone else out.

But it's a bit unreasonable.

If Sun Rui arrives, there is no reason not to meet up.

"Could there be an accident?" Yang Jian pondered again.

"Forget it, we'll see what happens tomorrow."

Didn't think much about it.

The main reason why he let Qian Rong in was to test whether the rules on the second floor of the ghost post office were the same as Si Ye said.

The room limit is three people.