Fang Shiming's mysterious recovery

Chapter 76 Turning off the Lights on the Fourth Floor (Please collect and recommend tickets)

"Do you have any letters?" Fang Shiming didn't care who these people were, he only cared about ghosts.

The gap between the ghost post office's harvest and his imagination was too big, which made him not in a good mood.

"No, no." Li Yue said.

"We just delivered the first letter a few days ago, and we have half a year's rest time." The woman named Zhao Li replied.

"Aren't we going to receive the letter tomorrow?" Another day wasted at the post office. After Fang Shiming finished speaking, he looked at his phone and found that it was almost 4 o'clock.

The ghost domain spread over Fang Shiming's body, and he walked towards the room, and the ghost domain brought the three of them in front of him.

The man with a gloomy face, a slightly thin body, and a short beard on his chin is named Eagle.

The man with slightly fat body, pale face and bald head is named Zhu Lei.

With a slightly haggard face and a smile on his face, holding a blood-stained gavel, a man in his late thirties was named Wang Feng.

As soon as Wang Feng appeared, he picked up the gavel in his hand and hit Fang Shiming on the head.

"boom."

Suffering a blow, Fang Shiming, who was off guard, felt his whole body go numb in an instant.

In just an instant, under the operation of the supernatural power, he returned to his original state, and this guy dared to attack him.

Fang Shiming took a step forward slowly, but his figure seemed to shrink into an inch, and quickly appeared in front of Wang Feng, holding the samurai sword that appeared out of thin air in his hand, and slashed at the top of his head.

"So fast!!"

Wang Feng's pupils shrank, frightened by Fang Shiming's speed, he subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but found that his body was as heavy as lead.

"Ah."

Wang Feng couldn't dodge it in time, and was cut in half by Fang Shiming with a single knife. Blood dripped and his internal organs spilled all over the floor.

Fang Shiming took away the wooden hammer, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the remaining couriers on the fourth floor were looking at him vigilantly, while the couriers on the third floor stepped aside.

"Do you two have a letter?"

Lao Ying and Zhu Lei looked at each other and said, "The three of us just came to the post office to discuss matters. After sending a letter three months ago, we never received it again."

"Are you alone on the fourth floor?"

Zhu Lei said: "The rest of the people have returned to the real world. Now there are only a few of us here. Of course, the rest of the people may come back to the post office later."

Fang Shiming felt helpless. The time of Liu San's death was roughly 20:21 tomorrow night.

Tomorrow, he's confident in breaking through the post office.

There was no more ghosts, an ice sculpture sofa appeared behind Fang Shiming again, he took out a cigarette and was about to light it, Sun Rui quickly walked up to him and helped him light it, very fast, not at all like a person with bad legs.

"Mr. Fang, I'm going to guard the lobby on the first floor. This post office can't have any new couriers." Sun Rui sat on the sofa naturally, feeling that the supernatural power in his body was being suppressed, and he was in a particularly good mood.

Fang Shiming glanced at him and said, "Tomorrow I will take care of this post office. It doesn't matter whether you go to the first floor or not."

Sun Rui was a little apprehensive, afraid that the ghosts in the ghost post office would come to Dahan City, but seeing that Fang Shiming didn't want to say anything more, he had to give up.

The woman with heavy make-up introduced: "My name is Li Xinli. I didn't expect that the president of the famous circle of friends would come here."

Fang Shiming recalled the original work, found that he had no impression of this woman, and did not answer, and began to close the curtain to rest his mind.

Lao Ying, Li Yue and the others stepped aside tactfully, while Liu Qingqing and the others also kept quiet.

The time passed by one minute and one second, and it was 5:40.

The lights are off at six o'clock, and the post office is haunted by ghosts. This is something everyone knows.

"You must enter the room within 10 minutes, otherwise it will be very dangerous after the lights are turned off." Li Xinli said, staring at the door numbers.

There were mud footprints lingering in the corridor, Fang Shiming was unmoved, it happened to be a night to catch ghosts, and soon everyone chose their rooms.

"Chichi."

The next moment, a dim yellow light suddenly lit up in the room.

At the same time, all the lights in the corridor outside the door were extinguished, and the surroundings suddenly fell into darkness.

At six o'clock sharp, the post office lights out.

However, just as the lights were turned off, there was movement outside the dark door.

"Boom! Boom!"

It was a dull crashing sound, as if someone was banging their head against the wall outside, but the sound was far away. Fang Shiming felt that it should be near 406.

A series of footsteps came, the footsteps were very special, the reality paused for a moment, then ran forward quickly, then stopped again, as if turning around, and ran again after turning around up.

It was a hanged corpse, hanging under a lamp.Fang Shiming didn't even stand up, his light blue hair grew longer and quickly wrapped around the corpse.

"boom."

The lamp above the corpse suddenly exploded, the corpse was completely suppressed, and he put it into the ghost domain together with the broken lamp.

A strange and terrifying figure stood in the corridor not far away. The thing walked down an unknown step and came to the fourth floor.

A skinny old man in a black gown and black cloth shoes.

The appearance is also the same as that of the knocker. It should be old man Luo's puzzle. It seems that there will be a big harvest tonight.

Li Gui walked up to Fang Shiming, stopped in a strange way, and immediately above Fang Shiming's head, a lamp suddenly lit up at this moment, like a slowly lit candle, the light changed from dark to bright, becoming more and more bright. conspicuous.

The dim, yellow lights flickered, and there was a feeling that they were about to go out before they were lit.

The oil-paper umbrella raised in Fang Shiming's hand slammed at the top of the ghost's head, and hit the ghost's body heavily. At this moment, the lifeless old man's head fell backwards from the blow. Besides, the old man The stagnant body seemed to have lost the support of some kind of supernatural power and fell directly to the ground.

The heavy dead body remained silent for a while, but then the strangely lit light above Fang Shiming's head suddenly went out.

Fang Shiming's head was attacked by the supernatural power again, and the level of horror was not low; the skin on his body was attacked by the supernatural power, and pieces fell off and collapsed.

next moment.

Fang Shiming's body became perfect, the ringtone and meowing resisted the attack of the supernatural power, and he launched his own restart.

Immediately afterwards, he took up the oil-paper umbrella and slammed at Li Gui fiercely, but the supernatural power that hit him was blocked by the black gown, and Fang Shiming began to greet Li Gui's head.

"boom."

"boom."

……

The sound was endless, and soon the ghost was smashed and stopped moving. Fang Shiming lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and put it in the ghost domain.

Since old man Luo was taken in, no ghosts appeared on the fourth floor of the post office.

Until around five fifty.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The figure's skin was light blue-black, and it looked like it had been dead for a while, like a male corpse.

(End of this chapter)