"Why me?" Wang Yong did not rush to answer, but asked instead.

"You have scruples and are not so extreme in your actions. You should be able to obey orders."

Yang Jian said bluntly: "This shows that you have the possibility of changing. They are different. They can't change. Even if they are not dead now, I will still send them on their way."

Wang Yong was silent. The first thing in his mind was his wife and children at home.

His heart is indeed not as ruthless 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 did not dare to make a decision because of scruples, because other couriers were staring at him. If he was on the wrong team, his whole family would be killed.

Strange death.

Now.

Wang Yong no longer needs to take sides, because everyone else is dead except him.

"If I join, will you trust me instead of finding an opportunity to treat me like an abandoned child?" He expressed his concerns.

Yang Jian said with an indifferent expression: "Trust is not given to you by others, but earned by yourself. If you are willing to contribute and take risks, you will naturally gain our trust."

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

"No problem." Yang Jian nodded.

He is not afraid of Wang Yong taking his money, but he is afraid that he will not take the money, because a person who doesn't even need money is probably ready to die at any time, and 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 and sustenance, and it also means that he will not go to extremes.

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

He felt that he would die anyway. If he died like this, it would be of no value at all. It would be better to die with more value.

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

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

If you don't deal with it quickly, the evil ghost will revive.

"Li Yang, open the ghost gate and put all the corpses inside. Keep useful things. Some of these messengers have special supernatural items that cannot be wasted." Yang Jian said.

The bloody sharp knife, the rusty iron hook, the soil-covered shovel, and the life money he had gotten from Liu Ziwen's body.

The messenger on the fifth floor has quite a lot of money.
Chapter completed!