Mysterious recovery

"Now you can do it, kill me, this matter is over, and we don't need dead people to worry about the matter of the post office in the future." Wang Yong said, his expression was calm, and he was ready to die here.

As the messenger of the fifth floor, I still have this awareness.

If you lose, you lose.

Nothing is unacceptable.

Yang Jian looked at Li Yang, looked at him again, and said, "To be honest, I don't really want to kill you. You are capable and intelligent, and the messenger on the fifth floor also has experience in dealing with supernatural events. You are a talent." , and even though you defeated Li Yang just now, you didn't kill him, although I don't know what you think, but since you gave Li Yang a chance, I will give you another chance."

"What chance?" Wang Yong frowned.

"A chance to choose again."

Yang Jiandao; "I told you before, either fight me and die here, or join me and deal with the ghost post office with me. I couldn't help those people who didn't believe in evil before, so I killed them without hesitation. , What do you think now? Die like this, or survive and join us."

"Why me?" Wang Yong didn't rush to answer, but asked instead.

"You have scruples, you don't do things that extreme, you should be able to obey orders."

Yang Jian said bluntly; "This shows that you have the possibility to change. They are different. They cannot change. Even if they are not dead now, I will still send them on their way."

Wang Yong was silent, and immediately thought of his wife and children in his mind.

His heart is indeed not as cruel as before, and he does have scruples.

In fact, when Yang Jian proposed to deal with the ghost post office, he already had an idea, but he didn't dare to make a decision because of scruples, because other messengers were staring at him. Bizarre death.

just now.

Wang Yong doesn't need to stand in line anymore, because everyone else is dead except him.

"If I join, will you trust me? Instead of looking for a chance to kill me as an abandoned child?" He expressed his concerns.

Yang Jian said indifferently: "Trust is not given to you by others, but earned by yourself. If you are willing to work hard and take risks, you will naturally gain our trust."

Wang Yong said: "I can join you and work hard for you, but I need a sum of money, which is the same as the amount you promised before."

"No problem." Yang Jian nodded.

He is not afraid that Wang Yong will take his own money, but he is afraid that he will not take it, because a person who doesn't even need money is probably ready to die at any time, such a person is the most dangerous.

Wang Yong's need for money means that there are people behind him who need money. This is a kind of concern, a kind of sustenance, and it also shows that he will not go to extremes.

"When the money is in place, I will fulfill my promise and will not let you down." Wang Yong said.

He felt that he was dead anyway, if he died like this, he would have no value at all, it would be better to be dead.

"After leaving the post office, I will ask my secretary to send you the money, but now, you have to work." Yang Jian scanned around the corpses in the hall.

Under the dim light, the fragmented corpses exuded a strange aura.

If you don't deal with it quickly, Li Gui will recover.

"Li Yang, open the ghost gate, throw all these corpses into the ghost gate, and keep the useful things. Some of these messengers have special supernatural items in their hands, so we can't waste them." Yang Jian said.

The blood-stained sharp knife, the rusty iron hook, and the mud-stained shovel, as well as the life-buying money he got from Liu Ziwen's body before.

The messenger on the fifth floor has a lot of money.

However, Li Yang also suffered a loss. His gavel was broken and could not be repaired. It was no longer worth using, but compared to it, he still made money.

Chapter One Thousand and Four The Future of the Post Office

A strange door opened.

Wang Yong was wearing pajamas, covered in blood and mud, dirty, but he didn't say a word, kept silent, just collected all the corpses on the ground, and then threw them through the door.

He took a look at that door, it seemed to be connected to an unknown spiritual place, which did not exist in reality, and could be used as a place to hold 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.

After a while, all the corpses in the hall on the fifth floor were cleaned up.

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

Yang Jian said: "No, not only, there are many more."

He learned from the stolen memory that there are more than these messengers on the fifth floor, and it is impossible to have such a little accumulation over the past ten years. What's more, there were other messengers on the fifth floor before the black letter appeared.

"That is to say, only a part of them are here today, and there will be messengers arriving one after another?" Li Yang said; "Will you have to do it later?"

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

Then he threw something to Li Yang.

It was a rusty iron hook.

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

"Take this thing and use it in the future, it will work better with you."

Li Yang was not polite, and accepted it: "That doll seems to be a bit bad this time. It was shot twice before, but now it just closed its eyes, which is a bit unbelievable."

He took out the old puppet doll, and now this weird puppet doll has closed its eyes and is silent.

"What's the origin of the shovel? This doll can perfectly resist the attacks of ghosts, and the living people who attacked it and stared at it can't even open their eyes after being hit by the shovel." Yang Jian frowned, looking at The shovel in Wang Yong's hand.

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

This shovel seems to have the effect of suppressing ghosts.

"It must be an incredible supernatural item." Li Yang whispered: "It can't be kept in Wang Yong's hands, he is not trustworthy yet, if such a thing is placed on him, it will be fatal if it is betrayed 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 are gone, only Liu Qingqing is left, what are you going to do? If necessary, I can throw her into that door too."

Yang Jiandao: "No need, Liu Qingqing is dead, but there is another person hidden in her body, I am waiting for her resurrection, and the shovel in your hand is very dangerous, I can't give it to you for the time being, but I I won’t treat you badly either, let’s exchange this with you.”

After speaking, he threw out the bloody sharp knife.

Wang Yong's face moved slightly, he looked at the shovel in his hand, his eyes were a little complicated, he was able to make it to the fifth floor alive, and almost delivered three letters and left the post office. I got this shovel very early in the quest process.

Without the shovel, he would have died several times.

"You are the boss, you decide."

He sighed, didn't take much memory, and didn't feel any regrets. After taking the blood-stained sharp knife, he handed over the shovel.

Yang took the shovel indirectly: "Don't worry, I will return it to you when you are 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. You can only survive the courier who successfully delivered the letter, and everyone else will suffer from the post office. Cursed to death, we didn’t send letters back then, not because we didn’t want to, but because no one dared to do so.”

He then brought up the 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 would be able to beat the cooperation of others.

So, the scheme of leaving black letters at the post office came out.

It's a happy-go-lucky plan.

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 fought for 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 delivered the letter before just because I had no choice but to go upstairs." Yang Jian said calmly.

What did Wang Yong realize: "If you don't send the letter, then there is only one solution left..."

"Tear the letter." Li Yang on the side said calmly.

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

"Generally speaking, if you tear up a letter, you will be attacked by ghosts. After resisting it, the post office will default to delivering the letter successfully. If you can't hold it, you will die. The higher the floor, the more difficult the task of delivering the letter, and the more times you tear up the letter. This kind of attack will be stronger, have you tore up letters downstairs?" Wang Yong said.

"Twice have been torn." Yang Jian said.

Wang Yong pondered: "It was said before that you can't tear up more than three letters, but in fact this is a misunderstanding. As long as your ability is strong enough, you can always tear up letters. There is no requirement for the number of times. One cannot bear the price of tearing up the letter for the fourth time."

"However, I guess that once the black letter is torn, the fifth floor will return to its previous state, and the couriers will start delivering letters normally. If this happens, everything will be meaningless. As long as the letters are sent endlessly, the courier will die one day .”

"Since you don't plan to deliver the letter, it's not good for you to restore the balance on the fifth floor."

indeed.

Once Yang Jian tore up the black letter, the task of delivering letters resumed on the fifth floor of the post office.

He can use the black letter to get rid of the post office, but Li Yang can't. The black letter can only allow one person to escape the curse.

"The situation now is exactly the same as when we were back then." Wang Yong said: "But this time you are the boss, you can make the decision, no matter what the decision is, I don't have any opinions."

Li Yang also looked at Yang Jian. Although he didn't speak, it was obvious that he had no objection.

At this time, Yang Jian, the captain, had to make up his mind.

"No rush, the black letter hasn't left the post office yet, and the task of delivering the letter hasn't started yet, so I have time to think about it." Yang Jian said, "Before I make this decision, I still need to ask someone."

After speaking, he looked at Liu Qingqing.

No.

It is no longer possible to call her Liu Qingqing, but an unknown woman from the Republic of China period.

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

This is a very evil thing. I really don't know how the woman in the Republic of China did this. She has been dead for so long, but she can still come back to life.

But according to Yang Jian's speculation.

This woman from the period of the Republic of China must have died, but her memory has been preserved through some kind of supernatural method, maybe it was kept on the cheongsam, maybe it was on the red high heels, or when all the She revives when the puzzle pieces come together.

This kind of recovery is not really a resurrection, but more like an inheritance.

Let the later ghost masters inherit this memory, but the key is whose memory dominates all this.

Just like Yang Jian, resurrected from the ghost, his memory dominates all of this, so he is Yang Jian, but Liu Qingqing failed, she did not dominate the memory of a woman in the Republic of China period, but was replaced instead.

But no matter what the result is, when the spiritual puzzle is assembled, this woman from the Republic of China will return.

This is a fact that cannot be erased.

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

Thinking about it carefully, it seems a little scary.

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

It seems to have heard his words.

Liu Qingqing's cold, breathless body moved suddenly, and a pair of eyes slowly opened, but her expression all changed at this moment, not at all like Liu Qingqing's cold and arrogant look, but with a hint of a smile With a touch of charm, she looks like a beautiful woman with various styles.

"It's been a long time since we left the old house. I didn't expect us to meet again so soon." She opened her mouth, her voice changed, and it was extremely strange.

"Replacing 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 can't come back so easily." Yang Jian asked.

She continued: "No, you are wrong, I am not resurrected, I am a person born from the spirit, neither her nor Liu Qingqing, maybe you can't understand what I said, but it doesn't matter, you take me It’s okay to be a resurrected person from the Republic of China, but I won’t be called Liu Qingqing anymore, you can call me Sister Hong.”

Miss Hong?

But at her age, let alone Miss Hong, she could be called Grandma Hong.

"The name is not important, it's just a title. I'm sure Liu Qingqing is dead, and it's fine for you to be resurrected." Yang Jian said, "You should be familiar with this place."

"The ghost post office? This place is no stranger." Sister Hong started to walk, her steps were graceful, and she was more temperamental than Liu Qingqing, but at this moment her eyes were looking at the oil paintings on the wall.

Yang Jiandao: "I acquiesce in your resurrection, hoping to get a way 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 insiders handle it?"

Sister Hong stopped, turned around and said with a smile: "However, 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 handle supernatural events instead. After all, the post office is too old. It’s gone, it can’t keep up with the needs of the times, next time we’ll change the signboard and change it to a supernatural event processing center.”

"Change the task of sending 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 in charge of the post office can change the rules, but the person in charge of the post office can never leave the post office, just like the person in room 502. If so, would you like to? "Sister Hong said.

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

"Then you can discuss this topic with me when you find someone who is willing to stay in the ghost post office." Sister Hong said, "I will stay in the post office for a while, but not for too long. You should take advantage of this opportunity."

After speaking, she walked towards a room with light steps.