Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 25 The Messenger
The smell of stench and rot followed, and fear grew in Jiang Ni's heart. She could clearly feel the almost murderous gaze of the man in front of her.
It was not like the eyes of a living person, but more like the coldness and numbness of a corpse.
For the first time, she felt that it was not an exaggeration to describe the person in front of her as a dead person.
A messenger standing next to Jiang Ni was dumbfounded, his body was trembling uncontrollably, Lin Xian glanced at him, but unexpectedly, the man's crotch had already started to ooze water stains, and he was scared to pee.
This is an ability he developed in Room 11. It is not considered an ability. It is equivalent to a small skill. Through the gap torn by the supernatural, the ghost hand can cross it, thereby achieving the effect of quickly locking the target.
It's just that this kind of trick can only deal with ordinary people. When facing the ghost master, approaching without authorization may cause him a lot of trouble.
"The knocker is because I came here, but I also kindly reminded you to go back to your room. I gave you a rescue plan, but you didn't cherish it, and even tried to kill me, so that's right. I can't stop, none of you will leave here alive today."
Lin Xian's ghost hand suddenly exerted force, and Jiang Ni's fair neck suddenly became red and swollen, as if all the blood in it was squeezed in this place.
However, the strength of the ghost hand still did not relax. Instead, it increased layer by layer. Finally, with the sound of broken bones, Jiang Ni's head hung down weakly.
This new messenger who had delivered two letters and was about to deliver the third letter died just like that. He died of ignorance, fearlessness, and even more so at the hands of people of different magnitudes.
Lin Xian snorted coldly, and threw Jiang Ni's body aside.
The ghost hand stretched out again, and the remaining two new messengers could not resist and fell to the ground one after another. The blood on their necks stained the old damp and moldy floors in the post office hall. In less than 1 minute, the post office Lin Xian was the only one left here, just like when he first came to this place.
In this 1 minute, the instinct brought by the ghost hand is to strangle these messengers to death, so when he uses the ability of the ghost hand, this instinct will be infinitely magnified, and he cannot completely restrain the instinct of the ghost hand , coupled with the fact that he has been eroded by ghosts all the time, and these new messengers have killed him again, so naturally, he chose to obey.
Glancing at the three bodies lying on the ground, he took a step forward and pushed open the door of the post office expressionlessly.
At this time, the knocker had disappeared, leaving only a winding path. Lin Xian strode away, and his figure quickly disappeared outside the door.
And just after Lin Xian left, in the ghost post office, among the oil paintings hanging on the wall of the hall on the first floor, the old photos in those photo frames looked strangely in the direction of the post office gate.
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At the same time, Lin Xian was already strolling on a luxurious street in Dashen City. He walked against the crowd with his head lowered, turning a blind eye to the people around him, his eyes a little wandering, and he looked absent-minded.
Having just come out of the ghost post office, he still needs to absorb what happened recently.
It was already noon at this time, and the street was filled with a lot of food stalls, and the people who came and went would spend money every time they passed by.
At this time, a little girl was running around mischievously. She took the windmill made by her mother and shuttled back and forth in the crowd. From time to time, she would pop up out of nowhere and make a funny face to make her mother happy.
Maybe it was because she was too fascinated by the game, she didn't see Lin Xian who was coming towards her, she ran forward all at once, and finally bumped into Lin Xian with a plop, as expected.
The little girl was bumped hard this time, she only felt her nose sore, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
Lin Xian paused. The little girl was not strong enough. He looked down at the little girl who was knocked to the ground, but said nothing. Instead, he walked around the girl silently and continued walking.
At this time, the little girl's mother had already greeted her. Seeing that it was her daughter who bumped into Lin Xian, she didn't care about it, but returned to the crowd with her daughter in her arms.
Vaguely, Lin Xian seemed to hear the little girl sobbing: "Mom, my nose hurts, can you buy me something delicious, I want candy."
Lin Xian couldn't help but glanced back, only to find that the mother and daughter had long since disappeared in the crowd. Only at this moment did he realize that he was too immoral just now, to leave indifferently without even saying sorry up.
However, this emotion quickly dissipated as he followed his footsteps.
The pedestrian street was very long, and Lin Xian walked for a long time. He wandered around aimlessly. He didn't want to go back to Dahan City, because that was where he started to fall into this desperate world, and it was also where the ghost post office was. He didn't like it from the bottom of his heart. That city, so I chose to take advantage of the convenience of the ghost post office and return to Dashen City, a relatively unfamiliar and prosperous first-tier city.
Gradually, I don’t know how long I have been walking, the sky has darkened, and even the street lights have begun to operate.
Suddenly, someone bumped his shoulder, and the force instinctively made his body retreat backwards.
"Ok?"
Lin Xian couldn't help raising his head, but he found that he was no longer on the bustling pedestrian street, but surrounded by a group of young men with tattoos and yellow hair. She was about the same age as myself, and looked like eight or nine people.
"Boy, it's crazy. A person is pressing the road at night?"
At this time, the yellow hair who hit his shoulder earlier came out, he patted Lin Xian's face with the back of his hand, and said arrogantly.
"Brother, what are you doing?" Lin Xian narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a cold tone.
"What are you doing?" The yellow-haired young man looked at each other and the people around him, and then laughed loudly: "Everyone who hangs around in this street knows my name, Asan. Even I don't know who it is. Dare to cross the road?"
The yellow-haired young man took the cudgel handed over by his accomplice, put the end inlaid with the iron ball on Lin Xian's chest, and said viciously.
"Recently, money is a little tight. Brothers are a little hungry after coming out so late, and want to have a supper throughout the night. Can you borrow some from my brothers?"
Just as Lin Xian was about to speak, a couple walked out of the alley beside the street. They were startled at first, then quickly turned around and turned back, avoiding these people like the gods of plague.
"Hey, those two on the opposite side have come over, why are you running?"
The couple hadn't even taken a few steps when Ah San shouted and stopped them in place. Immediately afterwards, the rest of Huang Mao walked over and brought the couple over.
(End of this chapter)