Mysterious recovery

"This newcomer is not simple. He has traces of being corrupted by ghosts, and he is holding a strange spear in his hand. It should be a supernatural item he got... It's just that the traces of handcrafting are heavy, like modern handicrafts, but This guy dares to wander alone at night, he is either a lunatic or a fierce person."

"If he can take the black letter from Room 502, obviously the latter is very likely. To deal with such a newcomer seems to rely on me alone."

Zhao Feng was observing Yang Jian and analyzing the situation while the phosphorous fire was burning.

And judging from the results of the analysis, it seems that the situation is not very good.

He felt that he seemed to have underestimated the newcomer who went up to the fifth floor this time. Before he came, he felt that this newcomer was the same as the previous newcomers, with limited abilities. Perhaps it was a bit of luck to take away the black letter. After all, he I don't believe that anyone can really compete with so many ghosts in Room 502.

But this time the newcomer seems to be a special existence.

"My name is Yang Jian."

Yang Jian glanced at the strange phosphorus fire floating in midair, and said, "Don't look at me anymore, this is the first time I've met you, and I've never seen it before."

"That's true, we haven't seen it before, sorry, I'm just a little curious, because I haven't met new people for a long time, I heard that something happened on the fourth floor, a ghost got into the messenger on the fourth floor, the post office is in I issued a special delivery mission to clear the couriers on the fourth floor, but I didn’t expect someone to successfully go upstairs under such circumstances.”

Zhao Feng said, and then tested Yang Jian's reaction.

Although he seldom comes to the post office, he still pays attention to the changes and situation of the post office, and he is not completely ignorant of the ghost post office.

Yang Jian ignored him, but said to himself: "I didn't see other fifth-floor couriers on the fifth floor of the post office, and I don't know much about the situation on the fifth floor. You must know more about the situation than I do, how about this, you cooperate a little bit, give me the memory, let me avoid some detours, what do you think?"

"What, what?" Zhao Feng had a surprised look on his fat face.

He wondered if he had heard it wrong.

This newcomer named Yang Jian actually wants his own memory?

"Stealing other people's memory, you can actually do it?" But then, Zhao Feng calmed down, and he became more serious, because he read another meaning.

"Yes, it's not difficult for me to steal the memory of a living person." Yang Jian admitted cooperatively.

Zhao Feng showed a sneer: "This kind of secret is leaked out at will, do you think I'm sure?"

"Don't say that, you can also resist, but I don't think your resistance is of any use." Yang Jian said.

He didn't know what Zhao Feng's purpose of coming to the fifth floor was, because he simply wanted to steal a copy of the memory of the messenger on the fifth floor. In addition, the person whose memory was stolen by him would not die. If he cooperated, even himself I don't even know that my memory has been stolen.

Therefore, Yang Jian didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did.

Acting a little domineering at best.

But how could Zhao Feng cooperate with Yang Jian and let him steal his memory? Once Yang Jian knew about him, his identity, purpose, and some secrets would all be exposed.

So this is absolutely impossible to agree to.

"You don't look like a newcomer at all. I regret coming to the post office alone now. If you wait for a few old friends to join you, you will definitely not survive tonight. It's a pity that I have to work overtime at night, so I can't miss work for too long. Otherwise, 50 yuan will be deducted."

Zhao Feng understands that this newcomer has the ability to steal the memory of living people, and now he is his prey.

But he is still not afraid.

The battle between messengers is not unheard of, and this is not the first time.

"I'm not interested in your nonsense, and I don't want to ask you anything, because I will get it in your mind if you want to know, so if you want to do it, hurry up." Yang Jian said calmly.

"You think I'll do it first?"

Zhao Feng said coldly, the rusty iron hook in his hand was hidden very deep, covered by his fat palm, not showing at all.

When both of them are prepared, it will be a disadvantage if they act first, because no one knows the details of the other party, and if they do it first, they will expose their own details first.

"In that case, I'm sorry."

Just after Yang Jian finished speaking, the ghost eyes that turned turned suddenly stared at Zhao Feng, and then a scarlet light flashed towards him.

The opening of the ghost domain directly means the opening of the sixth floor of the ghost domain.

The six-story ghost domain can suspend everything.

Even a second is enough to reverse the situation.

Yang Jian was showing no mercy at all.

Zhao Feng's eyes widened suddenly, his hairs stood on end, and then he found that he couldn't move, as if he was frozen, he tried to struggle, but to no avail, but his consciousness was clear, this phenomenon reminded him of the rumor The ghost among them presses the bed.

"boom!"

next moment.

The cracked long spear flew towards him suddenly, pierced through his body, and nailed him firmly to the stairs behind him.

Can't resist, can't escape.

Can only watch this result happen.

Then, the red light dissipated.

Yang Jian walked slowly from the stairs: "Because I made the first move, you didn't even have a chance to do it."

"What a joke."

Zhao Feng opened his eyes wide, startled.

But he's not dead yet.

Because the coffin nails can only nail ghosts to death, but cannot completely nail ordinary people to death, they can only cause a certain amount of sharp weapon damage to living people, but the damage is not fatal.

But his chest was bleeding, but he could move his hands and feet. At this moment, he tried to raise his hand and pull out the spear that pierced his chest, but found that he had no strength at all.

The supernatural power in the body was silent, as if it had completely disappeared, and could not be used.

"Who the hell are you?" Zhao Feng growled with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Not to mention him, this kind of terrifying supernatural attack method, even a real ghost can't stand it.

It is absolutely impossible for such a monster to appear on the messenger on the fourth floor.

"Like I said, my name is Yang Jian, and people in the supernatural circle call me Ghost Eye Yang Jian." Yang Jian's face remained flat, as if he had done something insignificant.

"Ghost Eye Yang Jian?"

Zhao Feng has never heard of this name, but he is not stupid, and he also knows some changes in the situation outside.

"It turns out that you didn't enter the ghost post office as an ordinary person, but entered the ghost post office as a ghost master."

"Save your energy and talk. I want to steal your memory before deciding your life or death. If you die first, don't blame me." Yang Jian walked over, ready to steal Zhao Feng's memory.

"There is still a chance. I haven't lost yet, so I still have a chance." Zhao Feng thought to himself.

Hidden in his fat palm was a rusty iron hook.

With just one click, he can make this Yang Jian die on the spot.

The opportunity is when he gets close to him and steals his memory.

But at this moment, Yang Jian stopped three meters away from Zhao Feng. He didn't approach, but the ghost under his feet quickly stretched over, invading Zhao Feng's body and stealing his memory.

Zhao Feng was dumbfounded when he saw that Yang Jian was no longer approaching.

This.

Is this guy so cautious?Really don't give it a chance?

Damn.

Zhao Feng was angry and unwilling.

But to no avail.

He never dreamed that Zhao Feng, the well-known soul seducer in the post office before, would fall into the hands of an unknown young rookie in such a dramatic way.

At this moment, he seemed to be a clown.

A cold breath enveloped his mind, Zhao Feng felt as if something had entered his mind, but this feeling was only for a moment, and soon this strange feeling disappeared.

"So that's how it is, Zhao Feng, the seductress? It's a good nickname, much better than mine... My current identity is a fish peddler, with a monthly salary of [-], and a good-looking wife at home." Yang Jian is Get his memory.

"It's not wrong to lose in your hands. With your ability, most of the messengers on the fifth floor are not your opponents, but don't be too happy, there are messengers on the fifth floor that you can't deal with." Zhao Feng said with a miserable smile, He let go of his palm and flicked it to the side.

Trying to throw away the rusty iron hook.

If the memory theft is real, then he can't hide this supernatural item.

Everything is meaningless.

Yang Jian glanced at the ghost, and the next moment, the iron hook that should have fallen appeared in his hand: "You want to throw it away? It's a pity, if this thing is used well, I might really die In the hands of this thing, it is a pity that the person you met was me, and you have no chance to use the supernatural item in your hands."

"And I also know the purpose of your coming here, you want to kill me and take the black letter from my hand."

"If that's the case, then I can't let you live."

Yang Jian stole more and more memories, and even knew Zhao Feng's purpose.

The messenger on the fifth floor seems to be moving to kill himself?Restore the balance of the fifth floor.

Nice info.

Yang Jian quickly completed the memory stealing, and then he glanced at Zhao Feng, and directly erased all his memories.

Zhao Feng hadn't died yet, but his eyes were gradually losing focus, becoming hollow, and then lost all energy, like a vegetable.

"It's a pity that Captain Silver does not exist in his memory, which means he has never had contact with Captain Silver, but I believe that he should be able to obtain information from other messengers."

Yang Jian then walked over, pulled out his spear, and dragged Zhao Feng's body back to the fifth floor.

No need to hang around the post office anymore.

At six o'clock tomorrow, the post office will be very lively.

Chapter 998 Meeting Between Messenger

early morning.

The sky is slightly bright. For most urban residents, this time has not yet woken up, but for a small number of people, it is the beginning of a day's work.

Every city is similar.

It seems that there is nothing special today.

But for some individual people, today's dawn is a signal, a signal that broke the peaceful life of more than ten years.

The fifth-floor courier hidden in the city has started to move.

They took the time to make preparations and hardly needed to contact each other. Just seeing the supernatural phenomenon at the ghost post office, they knew that the balance on the fifth floor had been lost. They had to rush back to the post office as quickly as possible to regain the balance. Only in this way can you continue to live the life you want.

So at this moment, almost all the messengers on the fifth floor united.

Whoever dares to resume the operation of the ghost post office will die.

There is no reason and no excuses needed.

It's all about living.

"It's time to go." A 50-year-old man in pajamas with a bit of hair loss walked out of a small forest on the outskirts of the city covered in mud.

He was panting slightly, and he seemed to be holding something in his hand, covered in dirt, as if he had just dug it out.

Ahead of him, a path leading to the post office was clearly visible.

The post office is calling for them.

If you don't go to the post office for a long time, the curse of the post office will appear, and the messenger will be hunted down by ghosts, and it will be endless.

Therefore, no one dared to refuse the call of the post office.

soon.

The man in his mid-fifties walked up the road leading to the post office despite being covered in mud and slippers.

Although it is not the first time he has walked on this road, after many years, he is still a little bit emotional and uneasy, because he knows that if you walk too much at night, you will always encounter ghosts, and if you go to the post office more times, there will always be one time will not come back.

"I hope this time it's just a false alarm like the previous few times, and the problem can be resolved quickly." The man was expressionless and indifferent, but his heart was no longer cold-blooded as before.

He has a wife and a child.

More than ten years of ordinary life has already turned him into an ordinary person again. If he is given another ten years, when the child grows up, he will not even come here.

just.

Now my child is still young, my family still needs me, and I can't die, at least not now.

This 50-year-old man is called Wang Yong, a very, very common name. If it weren't for the cursed letter, he would still be a very normal person, with an ordinary life, an ordinary family, and an ordinary job.

However, among the former messengers, the name Wang Yong represented a kind of awe.