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Yang Jian got a lot of useful information from this man named Lao Li. This information was very critical and important. It gave him a general understanding of the situation on the fifth floor of the post office.

I learned from Lao Li that the courier on the fifth floor of the post office had stopped delivering letters for a long time. Because the black letter was left in room 502, the post office could not operate normally. The courier on the fifth floor had also stopped delivering letters.

Live happily and safely.

Some of the couriers who came up from the fourth floor were temporarily freed because of this, and some chose to enter Room 502 like Yang Jian in an attempt to take away the black letters and restore the post office to normal, but unfortunately all the previous ones failed.

The long stalemate made Lao Li realize the seriousness of the problem.

The post office is spiraling out of control.

The harm caused by losing control is even more terrifying, so Lao Li has been waiting for a messenger who can handle this black letter.

Yang Jian's appearance is not accidental, but he has the ability to deal with the supernatural in Room 502.

To put it simply, he is powerful enough.

The previous messengers may have had luck, brains, and ability, but their strength was a little inferior, so they could only die here with great regret.

"By the way, do you know a woman named Yinzi?" Yang Jian suddenly asked.

"There is such a person, and she also entered this room No. 502. She has a profound impact on me." Lao Li was silent for a moment, seeming to be recalling the past.

Yang Jian looked at the broken corpses on the ground: "She is dead?"

The woman whose pseudonym is Yinzi is a captain-level figure appointed by the headquarters. Her identity is mysterious. She is suspected to have been a courier of the post office for a long time, but now she has disappeared. No one knows she is here. Before her disappearance, only Zhou Dengjian on the supernatural bus was there.

Pass.

"No, she is not dead. She was the only person who escaped from this room without taking away the black letter. I have never seen her again since then. She did not appear on the fifth floor of the post office."

Li Dao.

"That's right..." Yang Jian frowned.

It is not difficult to judge from the meaning of Lao Li's words that the captain named Yinzi before him also entered Room 502 and tried to take away the black letter. Although he failed in the end, he successfully survived.

And then disappeared?

Lao Li added: "Maybe other messengers know her whereabouts. I have been trapped here for a long time and cannot get out, so I don't know much information. It's time for you to leave. If you continue to stay, it will only be more dangerous."

now.

Supernatural phenomena occur frequently in this room, and the evil ghost is resurrecting. The place has become very dangerous and is not suitable for anyone to stay.

Yang Jian has been risking his life for a long time in order to ask for more information.

This is the second time Lao Li has urged me.

"I understand, I will handle the black letter matter." Yang Jian said no more, turned and left.

Lao Li stood in the middle of the living room, like a ghost isolated from the world, trapped here with no way to break away or get freedom. His emotions have been wiped out, and his persistence until now is nothing more than a belief.

Being able to reach the fifth floor, and being willing to sacrifice and leave this black letter in the first place must be a philosophy that I have to stick to.

This is definitely not something that ordinary people can understand.

Just like Sun Rui, as the person in charge of Dahan City, his status is extraordinary and he can enjoy life to the fullest, but he bets his life on the first floor of the post office just to get rid of the ghost post office.

After all, someone has to do something.

And this Lao Li, Sun Rui, is this kind of person.

Yang Jian returned to the lobby on the fifth floor of the post office again.

The pairs of eyes in the oil painting were staring at him again. Some eyes still exuded malice, while others looked at him with strange gazes... The people in these oil paintings had successfully escaped from the post office.

The presence.

He is the ultimate messenger.

If the person in the oil painting is still alive, he must be an incredible ghost master.

"Are these eyes longing for resurrection?"

Yang Jian's ghostly eyes turned and he stared at the painting that was suspected to be his father's portrait: "If the three letters on the fifth floor can really resurrect a person in the oil painting, then do you want to be resurrected too?"

The eyes of the man in the oil painting moved, as if he was looking at Yang Jian.

The people in the painting and the people outside the painting look very similar, which is enough to prove that the relationship between them is extraordinary.

"If I use this opportunity to resurrect people, it means that my trip to the fifth floor of the post office is in vain. Then I will have to go back to the first floor of the post office and start over... It's not worth it.

, but if I miss it, I may never have another chance to resurrect my father in my life."

Yang Jian thought to himself.

He didn't have much affection for his dead father. Even if he had any affection, it had been almost wiped out over the past year of becoming a ghost controller. What was left of him was nothing more than an obsession to get a good result.

Finally, Yang Jian withdrew his gaze with a complicated mood.

He did not look at the portrait again.

This was not the time to think about these things. Tonight was not over yet. He should take advantage of this opportunity tonight to continue exploring the fifth floor of the post office.

"Lao Li said before that there is a glass bottle containing corpse fragments in one of the oil paintings, and another one in room 501, but there should be a ghost in room 501. I don't want to provoke another ghost today.

Let’s see if we can find the glass bottle in the painting first.”

Yang Jian was looking at the oil paintings again, looking for some useful clues.

Finally, he found it.

An inconspicuous oil painting.

The painting was hanging in the corner of the wall, covered with dust, and had been abandoned there for a long time. But there was nothing in that oil painting, only a room with all kinds of weird things in it.

There are vases with withered flowers, old tables, broken puppets, and windows nailed with boards... And on the ground in this old room, there is a glass bottle containing a dead arm.

Fall there.

Yang Jian walked over and took down the oil painting without saying a word.

He reached out and touched the surface of the oil painting.

Something strange happened, his hand disappeared, and at the same time a palm appeared on the oil painting.

"It turns out that these oil paintings are a supernatural space that can be entered, just like the original ghost paintings."

He took his hand back, because he didn't plan to enter the oil painting at this time. As long as he found the oil painting, it would be fine. It would not be too late to get the glass bottle when it was safe.

However, just when he took his hand back, the scenery in the oil painting suddenly changed.

A terrifying black shadow appeared on the edge of the oil painting, and the shadow looked like a figure entering this dilapidated room.

Then Yang Jian suddenly felt something strange in the palm he put in, as if someone inside suddenly caught him.

Yes.

That's right, Yang Jian saw that half of the black figure in the oil painting had a blurry and blackened hand covering the position of his palm.

At the same time, his body was being pulled into the oil painting little by little.

No, it's not that the body is being pulled, but that the oil painting is actively moving towards me, as if it wants to swallow itself.

"Is there a ghost in this painting?"

Yang Jian's face darkened, and he gave up the arm without too much hesitation to avoid a long night of dreams.

The ghost's ability to splice corpses allowed him to easily break free. One arm was left in the oil painting, and was then taken away by the blurry black silhouette.

He uses the power of a deceiver.

New arms appeared again.

"To be on the safe side again, I should use ghost hands." Yang Jian thought to himself.

He was holding the spear with his ghost hand just now. He was worried that there would be an accident in the hall on the fifth floor, so he used his ordinary palm to test the oil painting.

Unexpectedly, there was no accident in the hall, but danger appeared in the oil painting.

"Every painting here should not be underestimated. There may be unknown ghosts hidden in them." Yang Jian saw the location of the glass bottle.

In the innermost part of that dilapidated room.

This means that he cannot reach out and touch it, and if he wants to get it, he must venture into it.

The ghost in the oil painting seemed unable to escape from the oil painting. After taking away one of Yang Jian's arms, the vague figure disappeared again, and the oil painting returned to its previous appearance.

no way.

Yang Jian could only think of bringing him to room 507.

"Li Yang, open the door." He came to the door of the room.

"Captain?" Li Yang cautiously opened the door a crack, and was even ready to take action.

He was convinced when he saw Yang Jian's ghost eyes and the supernatural weapon in his hand.

Even though the ghost can pretend to be Yang Jian, it cannot pretend to be a hatchet or a coffin nail.

"Did something happen before? You look very wrong." Yang Jian asked.

Li Yang lowered his voice and said: "Captain, you come in first. There are evil spirits wandering outside. The evil ghost used your voice to ask me to open the door before and almost entered the room. Fortunately, I repelled it."

He holds a bloody mallet in one hand, which can temporarily repel evil spirits.

Although it seems to have little effect, it can actually save lives at critical times.

"Is this happening? There are ghosts pretending to be me and trying to invade the room? Why haven't I seen ghosts before?" Yang Jian stood outside the door and glanced around again.
To be continued...