Mysterious Recovery

   Chapter 1002

  Yang Jian was sitting on the black Grand Master’s chair, and there was a chair opposite him.

  In this way, they trapped the recipient between the two chairs, making it impossible to leave. After waiting for a period of time, the strange and mysterious recipient finally emerged.

  It was a vague figure, but it could still be judged that the figure was sitting opposite Yang Jian at the moment, and his figure was straight.

Only he can see this vague figure, and other people can’t see it at all, because they don’t have a black armchair as a medium, and this vague figure has become clearer and clearer, as if it has penetrated through the chair from an unknown spiritual place. Similarly, it seems that Yang Jian himself was also affected.

  Maybe it was not the recipient who appeared, but for the recipient, it was Yang Jian.

  People who do not exist in reality seem to have an intersection at this moment.

  Yang Jian stared at the person in front of him.

  The vague figure became more real, and at the same time, the person's appearance and facial features gradually revealed.

   hasn't fully appeared before his eyes, Yang Jian can be sure that the recipient should not be a ghost.

  Because the appearance of that face is a bit familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, he was reminiscing, digging through the memory fragments of the past, and seemed to want to recall this small detail.

  Where did I meet this person?

Do not.

  It should be said, where did you see this slightly familiar face.

  "Is it the person on one of the tombstones of the five old graves in the old forest behind?" Yang Jian thought, but quickly denied it.

  Although there are indeed a few unfamiliar faces on the tombstone, they are all different from the person in front of them. In more direct terms, no matter what the portrait on the tombstone is, there is no perfect appearance of the person in front of them.

Yes.

Perfect.

  Described better, that is handsome.

This is a very handsome man, but his face is pale, as if there is no blood, and his eyes reveal an inexplicable numbness. This numbness is not the kind of feelingless hollowness, but a kind of tormented. Numb, it seems that this recipient has suffered great torture.

   "By the way, I remember it."

  Yang Jian stared at this person who was getting clearer and clearer, and he remembered more and more things in his mind. Finally, the aura flashed in his mind, and a memory segment was confirmed.

  He has not seen this person, but he has seen a portrait of this person.

  The portrait of this person appeared on the wall of the living room in Room 31, Dachuan City.

  It is an oil painting of a portrait of a person, and it is like a photo from the Republic of China period. The person in the painting is a handsome young man who is well-dressed.

   "That person should be dead, why did he appear here." Yang Jian was puzzled and puzzled.

  The figure of the man who emerged is close to the real state at this moment, but it seems that he has been disturbed and hindered. The figure appears incomplete, and some parts of the body cannot be fully revealed, and the incomplete places are still blurred.

   "There is no such man in the old grave without a seat, so this man is the seventh person in this old house?"

   "Then what is the relationship between him and the old woman in Room 31?"

  A mystery emerges.

  There seems to be something involved. This ancient house also has Room 301, and the ghost post office has some connections, leading to some stories of ghost masters in the Republic of China.

  It's just that this idea just came to Yang Jian's mind and he immediately pressed it down.

  There is no point in thinking about this.

  Yang Jian immediately took out the red letter and stretched it out without hesitation, trying to put it in the hands of the recipient.

  As long as the delivery is successful, this task will be completed, and the rest will be simple.

However, the recipient's numb eyes turned slightly, staring at the red letter in Yang Jian's hand, and did not reach out to receive it. His hands were never raised. Instead, after a long silence, he let out a soft sigh. , This sigh of emotion seems to be full of loss and helplessness, and there is a kind of relief.

   "He can see my letter."

   "But he doesn't want to accept this letter."

  "He is sighing, which shows that the content of the letter is not important. The red letter is more like a signal, a signal for communication between ghost masters in the Republic of China."

   "When the signal appears, he already understands everything."

  Yang Jian stared at the change of expression on the face in front of him, sighed, and looked at a lot of things.

  Obviously, this sending mission is just for them to send a signal.

  The purpose of the Ghost Post Office has been achieved the moment the red letter appeared in front of the recipient.

  No matter there are so many Yang Jian, this letter is required for this person, and it is not necessary for this letter.

  He immediately squeezed the red letter into the hands of the person in front of him.

  As soon as the letter leaves your hand.

  The delivery mission of Ghost Post Office is completed.

   "The red letter disappeared."

   However, in the eyes of others, the red letter in Yang Jian's hand disappeared strangely after leaving his hand.

   seems to have been taken away by an invisible person.

   "Successful, the delivery task is completed." Liu Qingqing said.

   "It's great to have surprises and no dangers." Yang Xiaohua was relieved to see this, she felt that she could survive this letter delivery mission.

  It’s unbelievable. It is possible for an ordinary person to reach the fifth floor of the post office.

   "Is this the end?" Zhou Deng looked at it and felt that this first seven was too disappointing, and he thought something unexpected would happen.

  The result is safer than the previous few days, and the process of sending the letter is not dangerous at all.

  But when the letter reached the hand of the person opposite Yang Jian.

  An unexpected horror scene appeared.

Bizarre changes began to take place in the person in front of him. His body was aging, as if time passed quickly on his body. The skin began to wrinkle, corpses began to appear on the skin, and the hair on his head began to fall. He was originally handsome. At this moment, the mysterious man looked like an old, decaying corpse.

  And that face has also undergone an unimaginable change.

  That face is no longer a young look, but an old man's look. This old man made Yang Jian feel terrified.

  Because this old man was the same old man who was buried during his burial yesterday.

  Two people are the same person.

  A look when he was young, a look when he was old and dead.

  I just don’t know why, the old people died, but the young became the recipients, wandering in this ancient house, existing in an incredible state.

soon.

  The young man completely disappeared, and only the decaying old man was left on the armchair opposite.

  The smell of corpses is permeating, and a cold breath is overflowing.

The dead body of an old man appeared abruptly. The dead body was still holding the red letter in its hands, but now the red letter seems to have been sealed in dust for many years, even the envelope of the red letter. A little bit of aging has faded.

   is not so bright.

   "Yang Jian, what's the matter?" Zhou Deng was taken aback at this moment and backed away again and again.

  He also saw the corpse on the black armchair.

  It was clearly the old man's corpse in the coffin.

Why.

  Why did the old man’s body suddenly appear in front of his eyes? Is it the recipient of the letter just now?

  "Didn’t I buried this corpse before? Why did I come here?"

   Liu Qingqing and Yang Xiaohua also opened their eyes, looking very scared, and subconsciously stepped back several steps, not daring to approach the old man's corpse.

  They cannot understand this situation.

  As Zhou Deng said, yesterday they carried the coffin together to bury the old man, buried very deep, and the old man in the coffin has been very honest and has not moved.

Why did    run out today?

   Still saying that as soon as he walked away with his front foot, the old man on the back foot had already recovered from the ghost, and then crawled out of the coffin, and now returned to the ancient house.

This is what    did the first seven times that the soul night refers to?

  They are not the only ones who are shocked.

Yang Jian watched all these changes with his own eyes and was very shocked. He felt that his letter seemed to reveal a signal, which had a great impact. Otherwise, if it was just a letter, how could a handsome and mysterious man suddenly change? It became a wrinkled, lifeless corpse of an old man.

   "Captain, let's go quickly. Now that the letter has been delivered successfully, there is no need to continue to consume it here." Li Yang hurriedly shouted.

  The old man’s body is dangerous.

  If it turns into a ghost, it will be the most ferocious ghost.

  So after completing the task of sending the letter, the best way is to stay away, leave here far away, and never come back.

"go."

  Yang Jian did not dare to stay. He felt that the task of sending letters this time was very complicated and very relevant.

  So at this moment, he hurriedly passed the old man's corpse on the black chair in front of him, and then quickly moved away.

  He came to the lobby, grabbed Li Yang directly and carried it on his back, and said to the others: "Come with me."

  Others did not dare to hesitate and hurried to follow.

  Everyone left the lobby, walked along the patio, to the front yard, and then tried to leave here. They didn't dare to go outside directly, because there were also ghosts in the old forest outside.

  Now that the delivery task has been completed, leaving alive becomes the key.

  "Burn the letter paper and see if we can return to the post office directly." Yang Jian said.

  Yang Xiaohua had prepared the letter paper a long time ago, and she immediately set the fire to ignite a piece of black letter paper.

The black letter paper is burning like a black incense, a puff of smoke wafts, gathering together, a weird curving path emerges in front of you, at the end of the path stands an old building, looking at the door of the building from afar There are colorful neon lights in front.

   "The road to the post office appeared, and the delivery was really successful." Yang Xiaohua said in surprise.

  They were also worried that the road of the post office would not be able to appear after the letter was successfully delivered. Now it seems that the road still appears.

  The retreat method of the post office is still very far away, and the way to the post office can be opened up in this kind of place.

   "The way, what way? Why didn't I see it?" Zhou Deng suddenly said at this moment.

  He didn’t see the way to the post office

  Because he is not a messenger, there is no way to borrow this road to the post office.

   "I can't manage that much." Liu Qingqing said. She immediately stepped onto the path and tried to return to the post office along the path.

  But then there was a scene that made me feel terrified.

  The road to the post office in the distance is disappearing. The whole road seems to be affected by something, and the road cannot be maintained.

   Standing not far away and looking at it, it felt like the whole path was wiped out by something alive.

   "What's the matter?" Liu Qingqing hurried back in shock.

  Because the road ahead has been broken and disappeared, she is worried that if she continues to walk, she will disappear with it.

   "That thing is here." After that, Yang Jian's face suddenly became ugly.

  He knows this ability to erase the supernatural.

   belongs to the old man.

at the moment.

  I'm afraid that the old man is really resurrected.

   "Boom! Bang!"

  There were two noises in the ancient house behind him. It was the movement of the black grandmaster chair hitting it and hitting the ground.

  The chair moved.

  This shows that the old man's body on the chair also moved.

   "The night of soul-returning is here, and indeed the old man Ligui has recovered, but I guessed so much, but I never thought that the old man would recover in this way." Yang Jian took a deep breath.

  "Leave this ancient house first, and then stop the supernatural bus on that road." Zhou Deng said.

  He also felt very bad.

   Attempt to open the door.

   But found that the door that could be opened easily was now stuck as if it could not be shaken a little bit.

   "The door won't open." Zhou Deng looked at Yang Jian with a hint of surprise.

   "How about over the wall? This wall is not high." Yang Xiaohua said.

Li Yang said: "Climbing the wall? You can think about it. The door can't be opened, so you can get out if you cross the wall? This entire ancient house has been affected by the spirit. I will try to show it to you."

  After speaking, he randomly threw a small object from his body.

  The small object flew over the courtyard wall, but there was no response from outside. Instead, the response appeared in the ancient house behind.

   "Have you heard? What I threw did not fall outside, but fell in this ancient house. In other words, we are all trapped now." Li Yang said.

  He has experienced a lot of supernatural events~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This kind of supernatural phenomenon is no surprise.

  In this kind of place, everything is messy.

   "No matter how weird there is, there is an exit, and you can leave when you find it." Zhou Deng touched his chin and said, "This is a kind of spiritual loophole, I understand."

  Yang Jian gave him a surprised look.

  Although Zhou Deng said it is not clear, but the truth is so right.

  All supernatural lands have a gap that connects reality, but this gap is difficult to find. No, it should be said that it is basically impossible to find. Ordinary people will be trapped alive.

  "The patio, the patio can leave." Suddenly, Liu Qingqing said with a strange voice.

  Yang Jian looked at her.

   Liu Qingqing was a little confused and said: "Did I talk just now?"

   "Are you out of control again?"

  Yang Jian frowned. The voice just now seemed a bit special, not like Liu Qingqing's own, but rather like the voice of a woman from the Republic of China period.

  (End of this chapter)