Mysterious Recovery

Yang Jian and Zhao Feng, an old messenger on the fifth floor, met on the stairs.

The gloomy phosphorous fires float in the air, seemingly small in number, but in fact they disperse the surrounding darkness and completely illuminate the surrounding area. It is a bit similar to Li Jun’s ghost fire, but this phosphorous fire is obviously a one-off. Spiritual items, because the source of this phosphorous fire is the white rib in Zhao Feng's hand.

And the white ribs are not much left, it seems that every time they are used, they will consume a part.

"This newcomer is not simple. He has traces of being corroded by ghosts, and he is holding a weird spear in his hand. It should be a spiritual item he got... It's just that the hand-made traces are very heavy, like Modern crafts, but this guy dares to wander alone at night, either a madman or a fierce man."

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

Zhao Feng used the time period when the phosphorous fire was burning, he was observing Yang Jian and analyzing the situation.

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

He felt that he seemed to underestimate the newcomer who went to the fifth floor this time. Before he came, he felt that this newcomer was the same as the previous newcomer, with limited ability. It might be a bit of luck to take away the black letter. After all, he I don't believe anyone can really contend with so many supernatural beings in Room 502.

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

"My name is Yang Jian."

Yang Jian glanced at the weird phosphorous fire floating in the air, and then said: "Don't look at me anymore. It should be the first time I met you. I have never seen it before."

"It's true. We haven't seen it before. I'm sorry. I'm just a little curious. It's been a long time since I met a newcomer. I heard that something went wrong on the fourth floor. There was a ghost in the messenger on the fourth floor. A special delivery mission was issued to clean up the messenger on the fourth floor. I didn’t expect someone to successfully go upstairs in that situation."

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

Although he rarely visits the post office, he still pays attention to the changes and conditions 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 messengers on the fifth floor of the post office. I don’t know much about the fifth-floor situation. Since you are an old messenger on the fifth-floor, what about the fifth-floor messenger? You definitely know more about the situation than I do. Why don't you cooperate a little bit, give me the memory, and let me avoid some detours. What do you think?"

"Wh, what?" Zhao Feng's fat face showed a surprised look.

He wondered if he had heard it wrong.

The newcomer named Yang Jian in front of him actually wants his own memory?

"How can you steal other people's memories?" However, afterwards, Zhao Feng calmed down, and he became more solemn, because he had read another meaning.

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

Zhao Feng showed a sneer: "Such a secret is leaked out at will, do you think it will kill me?"

"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 was for coming to the fifth floor, because he simply wanted to steal a memory of the fifth floor messenger, and the person whose memory was stolen by him would not die. If he cooperates, even himself I don't even know that my memory has been stolen.

Therefore, Yang Jian didn't think there was anything wrong with doing this.

At best, he acted a little overbearing.

But how could Zhao Feng let him cooperate with Yang Jian and let him steal his own memory, once he was known by this Yang Jian, then his identity, purpose, and some secrets were all exposed.

So this is absolutely impossible to promise.

"You are not like a new person at all. I regret coming to the post office alone now. If you wait for a few old friends together, you will definitely not survive tonight. It is a pity that I have to work overtime at night and cannot be absent for too long. Otherwise, fifty yuan will be deducted."

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

But he was still not afraid.

The struggle between messengers is not unexperienced, this is not the first time.

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

"Do you think I will do it first?"

Zhao Feng said coldly, the rusty iron hook in his hand was hidden deep, covered by the fat palm, and nothing was exposed.

When two people are prepared, they will suffer a loss if they do it first, because no one knows the details of each other, and if they do it first, they will first reveal their own details.

"In that case, I'm sorry."

Yang Jian had just finished speaking, and the turning ghost eyes slammed at Zhao Feng, and then a scarlet light flashed.

The opening of the ghost domain is directly the opening of the sixth-level ghost domain.

The sixth-level ghost domain can suspend everything.

Even one second is enough to reverse the situation.

Yang Jian did not show any mercy at all.

Zhao Feng suddenly opened his eyes and his hairs stood upright. Then he found that he could not move, as if he was frozen. He tried to struggle, but to no avail, but his consciousness was sober. This phenomenon reminded him of the rumors. The ghost press among them.

"boom!"

next moment.

The ripped spear flew violently, penetrated his body directly, and nailed it to the stairs behind him.

Can't resist, can't evade.

Can only watch this result happen.

Subsequently, the red light dissipated.

Yang Jian slowly walked up the stairs: "Because I make a move first, you don't even have a chance to make a move."

"What a joke."

Zhao Feng opened his eyes wide and was horrified.

But he is not dead yet.

Because the coffin nails can only nail supernatural beings, and cannot completely nail ordinary people. They can only cause a certain amount of sharp weapon damage to the living, but the damage is not fatal.

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

The spiritual power in the body was silent, as if it had completely disappeared, and it was unusable.

"Who are you?" Zhao Feng's mouth was bleeding, and he growled.

Not to mention him for this terrible means of spiritual attack, even a real ghost can't stand it.

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

"I said, my name is Yang Jian, and the people in the spiritual circle call me, Ghost Eye Yang Jian." Yang Jian still looked plain, as if he had done a trivial thing.

"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 external situation.

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

"Save some effort to speak. I will decide your life or death after stealing your memory. If you die first, then don't blame me." Yang Jian walked over, preparing to steal Zhao Feng's memory.

"There is still a chance, I haven't lost yet, there is still a chance." Zhao Feng said secretly in his heart.

The rusty iron hook is hidden in his fat palm.

It only takes a moment, and he can make this Yang Jian die on the spot.

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

But at this moment, Yang Jian stopped at a position three meters away from Zhao Feng. He did not approach, and the ghost under his feet quickly extended 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 me a chance?

Damn it.

Zhao Feng was angry and unwilling.

But to no avail.

He never dreamed that the famous ecstasy in the former post office made Zhao Feng fall into the hands of an unknown young newcomer in such a dramatic way.

At this moment, he seemed to be a clown.

A cold breath enveloped in his mind, and Zhao Feng felt that something seemed to have entered his mind, but this feeling was only a momentary thing, and soon this strange feeling disappeared.

"So that's the case, Zhao Feng, the ecstasy agent? A good nickname, much better than mine... I am a fish hawker now, with a monthly salary of 5,000, and there is a good-looking wife in the family. "Yang Jian is getting his memory.

"It's in your hands, not wronged. With your ability, most of the fifth-floor messengers are not your opponents, but don't be happy too early. The fifth-floor messengers also exist that you can't handle." Zhao Feng smiled sadly. He loosened his palm and flicked it aside.

The rusty hook tried to throw it away.

The thing of stealing the memory is true, so he can't hide this supernatural item.

Everything is meaningless.

Yang Jian glanced at this ghost, and then the next moment, the iron hook that should have fallen appeared in his hand: "Do you want to throw it away? What a pity, if this thing is used well, I might really die. In the hands of this thing, it’s a pity that the person you meet is me, and you don’t have the chance to use the supernatural item in your hand."

"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."

There are more and more memories stolen by Yang Jian~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and he even knows the purpose of Zhao Feng.

The messenger on the fifth floor seems to act to kill himself? Restore the balance on the fifth floor.

Good information.

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

Zhao Feng hasn't died yet, but his eyes are gradually losing his senses, becoming hollow, and then losing his look, like a vegetative person.

"It's a pity that there is no Captain Silver in his memory, which means that he has never contacted Captain Silver, but I believe I should be able to obtain information from other messengers."

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

There is no need to continue wandering in the post office.

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