Mysterious Recovery

early morning.

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

Every city is similar.

It seems there is nothing special today.

But for some individuals, today's dawn is a signal, a signal that has broken the peaceful life of more than ten years.

The messenger on the fifth floor hidden in the city began to act.

They took the time to prepare and hardly needed to contact each other. They knew that the balance on the fifth floor had been lost when they saw the supernatural phenomenon in the post office. 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, the messengers on the fifth floor almost all united.

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

There is no reason, and no excuses.

It's all to survive.

"It's time to set off." A man of about fifty years old with a little hair loss in his pajamas walked out of a small forest on the outskirts of the city full of mud.

He panted slightly, and he seemed to be holding something in his hand, stained with dirt, as if it had just been dug out.

In front of him, a path leading to the post office was particularly clear.

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 chased by ghosts, and it will be endless.

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

soon.

Wearing slippers, this fifty-year-old man walked up the road leading to the post office regardless of the mud.

Although it is not the first time to take this road, after many years, he still feels a little bit emotional and uneasy, because he knows that there will always be ghosts when you go on the night road, and the more times you go to the post office, there will always be one time. Won't come back.

"I hope that this time, like the previous few times, it is just a false alarm, and the problem can be resolved soon." The man was expressionless and cold, but his heart was no longer cold-blooded.

He has a wife and a child.

More than ten years of ordinary life has long turned him into an ordinary person again. If you give him another ten years, he won't even come here when the child grows up.

only.

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

This fifty-year-old man is called Wang Yong, a very very common name. If it were not for the original cursed letter, he would still be a very common person, with a normal life, a normal family, and a normal job. .

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

Because he had already sent out two full letters when he was on the fifth floor, and only one letter was needed to leave the post office.

However, Wang Yong's luck was not so good. He encountered a black letter for the last time, which caused his delivery mission to be suspended.

Wang Yong quickly finished the weird path, and he came to the door of the Ghost Post Office.

Colorful neon lights flicker, illuminating a plaque with three large characters "Ghost Post Office" clearly written on it

He moved his eyes slightly, took a look, and then pushed the door in.

The light was already on in the lobby on the first floor of the post office at this moment, and the yellow and dim light dispelled the darkness. Although it was not bright enough, it also illuminated the surroundings.

Although it is relatively early now, there are already people in the post office lobby on the first floor, and there are more than one. Obviously someone has come ahead of the time.

There are three people in the hall.

A middle-aged man in the clothes for driving on behalf of the driver, a little out of shape, no longer the state of his youth.

One is a man in a suit and tie, like an elite, he wears a pair of glasses and a smile on his face.

The other is a woman who is already in her forties, with disheveled hair, as if she was not awake, and she was slouched with two dark circles under her eyes.

"Are you...Wang Yong?" When the others saw someone pushing the door into the hall, they immediately turned to look at it.

Seeing it was a middle-aged man with a bald head in his pajamas, he frowned, and recalled his former acquaintances in his mind, and finally compared it in his memory, and said with some uncertainty.

Wang Yong nodded slightly and said, "I haven't seen you in more than ten years. You have changed a lot."

The man in a suit and tie took off his glasses and wiped them: "This time the situation is very special. The post office was calling us all night. Obviously the black letter has fallen into the hands of the new messenger, but he should still be there. In the post office, I think this matter should be safer, so I am waiting for your arrival on the first floor."

"After all, the times are different. Spiritual events have now appeared in the city. Some people have even controlled ghosts and dealt with spiritual events. Therefore, we can't underestimate others just because others are new. It is very likely that this newcomer is not lucky. After the 502 round, it was really the ability to take away the black letter. If that is the case, I am afraid that a lot of people will die today."

The woman in her forties with dark circles under her eyes said, "There have been a lot of messengers on the fifth floor over the years, and it must be more than us."

Li Yong glanced at him: "There are not as many messengers as they have imagined. Some people have been possessed by spirits. Although they have left the post office, they will not live long. Within a few years, the ghosts have gradually recovered, causing It’s hard to say how many supernatural events are left in the end."

"But the surviving messenger on the fifth floor will show two extremes, either too weak or strong and terrifying. After all, it will not be able to stand up and take the first step."

"The other party has only one person. I think the four of us are enough." The man who was the driver had a gloomy face: "Kill him, I have to go back to take a takeaway. It can't affect my work."

This person seems to be working all day long, running outside during the day and driving at night, which is very hard.

"It's all here, so wait a minute, we are stuck on the first floor, and the newcomer's messenger can't get out." Wang Yong said.

Others think it makes sense and have no opinion.

I've been waiting for all night, and it's not too late for a while.

About ten minutes later, another messenger came one after another. Originally there were only four people in the lobby on the first floor, but six people have gathered now.

They think that six people should be enough and they can act. Although there are still messengers who have not appeared, but if you continue to wait, they still don’t know when they will wait. Moreover, there are enough people to face a newcomer, and a few more are meaningless. Big.

"Just a few of us, let's set off and go to the fifth floor." Wang Yong said.

The rest of the people can't wait long ago. They don't want to stay in the post office any longer, they just want to get out of here after the matter is dealt with quickly.

A series of rapid footsteps appeared on the old wooden stairs.

They went straight to the fifth floor without any hesitation, and because it was daytime, they didn’t worry about seeing ghosts in the post office, so they didn’t need to worry too much about their actions. After all, they were dealing with people this time, but everyone. In his subconscious mind, people are much easier to deal with than ghosts.

At least not fear and fear.

soon.

The group walked the last flight of stairs with determination to find the peace of the post office again.

They pushed open the wooden door and went to the lobby on the fifth floor.

Although some messengers have not returned here for many years, the paintings on the walls and this quiet hall often appear in their dreams, allowing them to come over in the middle of the night.

"The smell here just makes people feel palpitations. If you can, I really don't want to go back to this place in this life." The man in the suit looked around and became vigilant and nervous.

"The door of room 502 is broken. What happened last night? Even the door of the room was broken? Has the ghost in that room escaped?"

It was the middle-aged woman who was talking. She stared at the empty door and the sawdust scattered all over the floor.

It is conceivable that someone used very brutal means to forcibly destroy the door last night.

"Now is not the time to care about the door. This newcomer on the fifth floor is really not easy. He can destroy the door, which means that his methods are very powerful. And at this point in time, he should be resting in a certain room. Pay attention, Our arrival may have disturbed him."

Wang Yong's eyes moved slightly as he looked at the remaining doors.

Excluding the three rooms of 501, 502, and 505, there are not many rooms left for people to stay in.

"Will a group of people work together to solve a newcomer? I don't believe it." Another stranger on the fifth floor said in a deep voice.

"It's okay to be careful. Even if you can win, others are not helpless to fight back. Desperately can kill us." The man in the suit said.

But just when they were talking.

Sudden.

"boom!"

A loud noise broke the dignified situation right now, and the door belonging to Room 507 opened suddenly.

next moment.

A man was thrown out, rolled to the ground, and finally lay on his back, motionless.

This man was slightly fat, wearing an apron, blood stained on his body, and his eyes widened, but there was no gleam in his eyes.

"This is... the ecstasy, Zhao Feng? Why did he appear here?"

"I'm afraid that I couldn't help but come to the post office alone to kill the newcomer last night, so that he was killed by someone else. This guy was a bit big before, and I didn't expect that this problem has not been corrected yet." Someone sneered. .

"No, he seems to be breathing, not dead yet."

Someone observed it, but found that Zhao Feng hadn't died completely and was still alive.

"Even if you didn't breathe, the situation is not much different from death now. The other party left Zhao Feng alive, what is it? Don't want to tear his face? Or is he reluctant to deal with a corpse?"

"It's all quiet."

Wang Yong immediately snorted and stopped the discussion of these fifth-floor messengers.

Seeing Zhao Feng's end, don't these people have the slightest alertness?

To kill Zhao Feng and capture Zhao Feng, which is more difficult, just think about it.

Although Zhao Feng used to be a bit big, but it is undeniable that his ability is indeed very strong, and he has killed the new messenger who went to the fifth floor alone before.

The others were drunk by Wang Yong, and all their thoughts were put away.

Everyone looked at Room 502.

now.

The door of that room was open, and there was a heavy footstep inside, and it was obvious that someone was walking out of the room.

"You came to the post office so early, maybe not for the task of delivering letters, and there should be more than a few of you on the fifth floor, but there are still people who haven't come?" An indifferent voice sounded, as if there was no emotion.

But he saw a young man in his twenties with a weird spear in his hand, appearing blankly at the door of the room.

As expected, Yang Jian waited for these people after six o'clock.

They can't wait to come to the post office to restore their balance.

"You killed Zhao Feng? Are the newcomers at the post office so good now? An old messenger on the fifth floor ended up so miserably." Wang Yong took a step forward, and he showed his position and attitude.

"Wang Yong?" Yang Jian looked at him: "A ruthless man who sent two letters on the fifth floor."

"Do you know me?" Wang Yong frowned, then glanced at Zhao Feng on the ground.

This guy was only afraid of leaking out the information on the fifth floor. No wonder this newcomer didn't rush to kill after catching someone. It turned out to be to torture important information.

"I know everything that I should know, no need to make false claims, you want this thing." Yang Jian stretched out his hand and shook it.

A black letter appeared in his hands.

"Sure enough, it's in his hands." The face of the person next to him changed immediately, and he couldn't help but make a sound.

"Send this letter back to Room 502. We can avoid conflict. The curse of the messenger should not continue. You should leave the post office like us and return to freedom. If you continue to deliver the letter, you will die miserably." Wang Yong saw Glancing at the letter, he didn't rush to tear his face.

Because if he could, he thought about trying to persuade the newcomer to stand on his side.

As long as the position changes, there will be no grievances and misunderstandings between each other.

"What if I say no?" Yang Jian put the black letter in his pocket.

"You'd better think carefully before answering. The black letter is related to the balance of the fifth floor of the post office. Once this letter leaves the post office, the fifth floor of the post office will continue to assign mail delivery tasks. All our fifth floor messengers are You will be manipulated by the post office and lose your freedom. You are also the messenger coming upstairs, and you should understand the dangers in the delivery process."

"I really don't understand why there are still people who oppose something that is beneficial to everyone."

The man in a suit and glasses spoke slowly.

"Liu Ziwen, the old messenger on the fifth floor of the post office~www.wuxiaspot.com~ sent a letter on the fifth floor." Yang Jian glanced at him, called out his name, and even learned some of his past.

The man in Liu Ziwen's suit flickered: "Since you know so much, then I don't understand your approach even more."

"You don't need to understand, because you can't understand what I did."

Yang Jiandao, he didn’t want to explain, but instead said, “I can give you a chance. If you are willing to cooperate with me, I am willing to take you to completely deal with the ghost post office. The Ghost Post Office is in your hands, free from the fate of sending letters."

He released a friendly signal.

Because Yang Jian feels that the messenger on the fifth floor is a good talent. If someone is willing to stand on his side, he can absorb these talents and take them to Dachang City to work for him.

"You should also think carefully before answering. I only give you this opportunity. If you miss it, but you will die." After Yang Jian finished, the ghost eyes on his forehead suddenly opened.

The weird eyes turned, peering at everyone.