But Sun Rui also has his own ideas. He must find a way to survive here and hold on to this floor.

"Without the addition of couriers, the mission of delivering letters on this floor would be impossible. This ghost post office will soon become an empty building. And after all the couriers die, no one will send out the damning letter.

The operations within the ghost post office will be interrupted and everything will disappear."

"Yang Jian wants to go upstairs, and I will guard downstairs. One of them will succeed."

"Even if I really die here, my ghost will wander around this floor and kill any messenger who enters the first floor."

Sun Rui squinted his eyes. This time he was determined to get rid of this ghost post office.

"Crunch."

Suddenly.

The door to the Ghost Post Office was actually pushed open at this time.

A bald middle-aged man walked in nervously.

"This, what is this place?"

He looked very frightened, as if it was his first time contacting such a strange place. Judging from his behavior, he was undoubtedly a new person.

"You shouldn't come here, living people are not welcome here."

Sun Rui stood up immediately, holding his cane with a cold murderous intent on his face.

He wants to kill this new guy.

He was not allowed to deliver the letter.

At least not while he's alive.

"You, what do you want to do..." Seeing that the situation was not good, the bald man quickly backed away.

Sun Rui didn't speak, but limped towards him with a cold face.

ah!

soon.

A scream came from the post office lobby on the first floor.

Then everything became calm again.

Sun Rui returned to the counter and sat down again. He looked at the oil paintings hanging on the walls inside the post office.

One of the oil paintings is a portrait of a woman, wearing white clothes, with long hair, delicate and dignified.

But if Yang Jian were here, he would definitely be suspicious, because this woman is very similar to the ghost that appeared on the second floor.

No, even just one person.
Chapter completed!