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Chapter 705 The second floor of the post office (ask for subscription, please collect, ask for monthly ticket, ask for recommendation ticket)

Lights out at six.

This is a regulation in the ghost post office, most likely set by the previous manager, old man Luo.

Unfortunately, old man Luo died.

He died of old age abruptly, and when he dismembered himself, he was attacked by Zhang Xianguang and died.

But in truth, Zhang Xianguang was not the chief culprit who killed him. The real cause of death was the same as Qin Lao, who died at the end of his life.

The only difference between the two is that Mr. Qin is always watched by the headquarters, and no one dares to act recklessly in front of the headquarters.

Su Yuan looked at the time, it was [-]:[-], and there was about half an hour before the post office turned off the lights.

"When we came here last time, there were ghosts wandering around, and they would also attack people in the post office. As for the triggering conditions, it is still unknown, so we must be careful."

Looking at Su Yuan curiously, Yang Jian took the initiative to explain.

"But it shouldn't be a big problem for you."

Su Yuan glanced at Yang Jian. Even in such a dim environment, his eyes still emitted a faint red light. It seems that the last battle with Ye Zhen had a great impact on him. .

But it is expected that he should also know it well, thinking of this, Su Yuan said: "Then don't be dazed, go in."

Immediately, the two walked into the post office.

Everything in the ghost post office seemed a bit novel to Su Yuan, the old wooden floor made a creaking sound when stepped on it, the air was filled with a cold, damp, musty smell, in the dark environment , a few dim lights barely illuminate the surroundings.

There are old portraits hanging on the walls on both sides.

Those portraits are male and female, old and young, all different.

However, these portraits have an indescribably strange feeling in this environment.

It seems that the people in the portrait are secretly watching you with strange eyes.

It makes people feel uncomfortable, and can't help but become suspicious.

"This is the lobby on the first floor of the post office."

Su Yuan's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the oil paintings on the walls. In fact, these oil paintings are basically similar to ghost paintings, and there is also a ghost space inside. There is also a ghost post office in the oil paintings, and a group of former messengers live in it.

But now is not the time to go inside.

The two stepped on the old wooden floor and went deep into the post office. In the dark depths, there was a huge staircase several meters wide.

"The last time I came here, it was obviously a round-shaped room with some messengers living in it, but now, the room has become a staircase."

Looking at the stairs, Yang Jian said with some emotion: "The couriers at the post office didn't lie to me. As long as the conditions are met, the stairs to the same floor will appear."

Su Yuan looked at the stairs. The stairs are also made of wood, the material is the same as the floor he walked on before, but the upper part is shrouded in a layer of darkness. What's at the end.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "Then logically speaking, I didn't have the identity of a messenger before, and this is the first time I have come to the post office. Shouldn't I start from the first floor?"

Hearing what Su Yuan said, Yang Jian couldn't help but frown.

Because what Su Yuan said makes sense.

But after thinking about it, I couldn't figure out where the problem was.

"Maybe it's because you were with us when we delivered the letter last time, so the ghost post office defaults to you as the messenger?"

Probably only this guess is barely acceptable.

"Maybe." After thinking for a moment, he couldn't think of a reason, but fortunately, he didn't worry about this issue anymore.

"Is Sun Rui still here?"

"Maybe it was delayed by other things."

"Then ignore him, let's go up first."

Immediately, without any hesitation, the two stepped on the wooden stairs and walked upstairs.

Walking on the wooden stairs has a feeling of walking on a winding path.

The sense of distance and space are disturbed by some kind of supernatural influence.

It seemed that it was only a dozen steps up the stairs, but no one knew where it actually entered.

Su Yuan raised his head and looked forward, but the front was still dark.

The darkness condensed in the depths, turning into pitch blackness, blocking all sight, even looking back, this weird darkness, even ghost eyes could not see through.

All that could be seen was a staircase in front of and behind the two of them.

"Crench, crunch."

Stepping on the stairs, the sound from the wooden stairs seems to be louder, and it can even make people feel that the stairs are shaking, and there is a feeling of falling apart and collapsing, which is very unsafe.

but.

In the land of spirits, this seemingly collapsing feeling will never actually appear.

This staircase is not maintained by the wood itself, but formed by the erosion of some kind of spiritual force.

So things like collapse will never happen, unless one day, the ghost post office is destroyed by someone.

Suddenly, Su Yuan stopped.

Because on the stairs in front, there was a person lying there, showing a posture of falling.

But that person's clothes were very old, not the style of this era, a bit like a Chinese tunic suit, and his body was stiff and motionless, as if he had no breath.

is it a ghost?

or people?
In this environment, Su Yuan couldn't judge, and the supernatural aura that filled the place also affected the ghost's senses.

"There is a person lying on the front, or it may be a corpse, Yang Jian, what do you think?"

Yang Jian looked over, and then said: "No matter what it is, just go over and take a look. Even if it's a ghost, the two of us can stop him."

That being the case, there is nothing to hesitate.

As the distance approached, Su Yuan soon discovered that it was just a corpse.

It's not a ghost.

If you look closely, you can see that the face of the corpse is pale, with bruises appearing in some places, and the body is cold, as if it has been dead for several days.

But judging from the clothes, it seems that he died not only for a few days, but for a long, long time.

Perhaps due to the influence of the spirit, the body did not rot, and it was impossible to determine how many days this person had been dead.

But it's obvious that if it's just a corpse, it's not a threat.

"Don't worry about it, it's just a corpse, not a ghost."

Neither of them paid any attention to this round of corpses, and continued to move forward after passing by.

Soon, Yang Jian and Su Yuan seemed to have passed through the dark fog that shrouded the stairs, and under some kind of supernatural influence, Yang Jian and Su Yuan came to an unknown place.

The second floor of the ghost post office arrived.

It is still a back-shaped corridor.

Old, dark, barely lit by a few yellow lights in the stairwell.

The wall next to it was mottled and dull, with many stains left on it, like blood smeared on it and dried up, and there were some weird scratches, and even some weird black pictures. I don’t know who used ink to paint it on it. Formed after writing above.

(End of this chapter)