I open an adventure house in the mysterious world of recovery.

Seeing Tang Long staring directly at him, Wang Xiaoming did not show any surprise, but smiled calmly: "Is this what you said, are the days of oppression still to come?"

"Yeah, anyway, you already have cancer. It's better to sacrifice you than to sacrifice other ghost masters." Tang Long shrugged, "Don't worry, I will arrange the ghost post office next to the headquarters so as not to delay your various researches. of."

"It's really squeezed to the end." Wang Xiaoming raised his eyebrows, "I still want to conduct research while looking at the post office?"

"It's during the war. After the king's organization is solved, you can almost retire and play single-player every day to walk around ghosts. After I calm down the supernatural era and resurrect your unfortunate brother, I will find a way to get you out of the ghost post office. ."

Tang Long arranged the second half of Wang Xiaoming's life in just one sentence.

"Huh." Unexpectedly, Professor Wang didn't resist very much. He thought for a moment and then nodded, "Since I have made up my mind to board your pirate ship, it will be difficult to think about it now."

"In that case, you should take back the ghost post office properly and clear the road for me. If there are still some evil ghosts left in it, I won't be able to manage it."

"Don't worry, the administrator has far more control over the Ghost Post Office than you think. The authority is so great that he can even modify the layout and names of the rooms inside."

Tang Long waved his hand: "Since everyone has no objections, this captain meeting will end here. All captains will stay at the headquarters for the night. After the ghost post office is solved tomorrow, everyone can return to their respective responsible cities."

Everyone nodded and left one by one. Almost no one came to Tang Long to control the new ghost. Each captain had found his own unique path and had his own arrogance. On the road of exploring supernatural beings, who else could they do except themselves? Neither would believe it.

The same is true for Yang Jian and Li Jun. Both of them have obviously gained something new. Li Jun has a string of terrifying rosary beads hanging around his neck. Each bead on it is made of skulls, and they look like a piece of sand. Image of a monk.

Yang Jian has a jet black iron bracelet on his wrist, and he doesn't know what its specific use is.

Only Wang Chaling stayed and whispered: "Mr. Tang, I have two fierce ghosts that I want to control. I would like to ask you to help them kill them."

At the moment of the war, he finally made up his mind to become a ghost controller.

The two ghosts Wang Chaling brought are naturally the two used to enhance self-protection ability in the original work. They are the ghoul to protect the body and the bowler hat to protect the consciousness.

With these two things, his ability to survive has become extremely strong. Even the missionaries can't do anything about it. They can't kill Wang Chaling directly. They can only saw him open bit by bit and then cut him into pieces and suppress him.

But the price is also heavy. The ghoul will continue to erode Wang Chaling's body, and the bowler hat will continue to erode his consciousness. The dual ghosts are almost unstoppable after resurrecting, and there is no way to balance them, even with Zhang Bohua's help. Chinese medicine only gave me a few more months of life.

Now Wang Chaling has not been forced to a dead end, of course he wants to live, so he naturally comes to ask for help from Tang Long.

"It's easy to talk about." After all, he was his younger brother. Of course, Tang Long would not be polite. The two found a room, set up the stove, and began to perform inhumane barbecue operations on the two ghosts.

One side was roasting the ghosts, and the other side started to help others control the ghosts. Lin Bei's situation was relatively simple. After all the ghosts on his body fell into deep sleep, there was no pressure to control a new dead ghost.

Zhou Deng and Fan Xing were more troublesome. Like Cheng Hao, they had to control the dead ghost first, then immediately dismember the ghost in their body, throw it into the furnace for processing, and then control it again.

There are also Wen Zhong, Su Fan and even Feng Quan who came here because of their fame...

This busy work passed in an afternoon. Around 05:30 in the evening, Tang Long stopped and left the stove and Lao Zhou in the room to continue "processing". He went to the open space outside and ordered Li Yang With a few words, a piece of letter paper was lit on fire. …

After crossing the dim path, he returned to the ghost post office and started walking upstairs.

"Grumble—!"

On the stairs, there was a strange sound of a hard object falling. Tang Long's ghost eyes flashed and he saw a large glass bottle. In the bottle was soaked a pale but well-preserved dead head.

The head had a peaceful expression, rising and falling quietly, with its eyes slightly closed, looking extremely strange.

"The second administrator of the Ghost Post Office, Tian Xiaoyue." Tang Long frowned slightly. When he first came to the Ghost Post Office, the corpse oil lamp he got was probably given to her secretly.

She must be very capable to be the administrator of the ghost post office. Unfortunately, she opposed Zhang Xianguang's Peach Blossom Land plan and was dismembered and sealed up. Because the administrator will not die in the ghost post office, even Zhang Xianguang can only do to this point.

"But the person Zhang Xianguang left in the painting here is not even himself. He obviously has other plans. Does he really need to dismember Tian Xiaoyue?"

Tang Long frowned slightly, and then relaxed: "Don't worry about this for now. When we recover the ghost post office tomorrow, use our memories to rescue her and ask her, we will naturally know."

After wrapping Tian Xiaoyue's head in ghost silk and putting it into the bone bracelet, Tang Long began to sweep up from the first floor.

The first three floors were almost all occupied by his own people. Some messengers were there and some were not, but it didn't matter. Tang Long didn't expect them to help. He just wanted these guys to stay away and not get splashed with blood.

He had completed the letter delivery mission to Fu Shou Garden before and should have arrived at the fourth floor. Coupled with the letter delivery mission to the ancient mansion, it would not be a problem to go directly to the fifth floor now.

But when Tang Long came to the fourth floor, he frowned and suddenly found that the entire fourth floor was empty. He didn't know if no one happened to come or if they were all dead.

"It seems that the messenger on the fourth floor happened to be forced to tear up the letter when he went to deliver a letter to Xiao Yang, which attracted a fierce ghost. He followed the messengers into the ghost post office. As a result, all the messengers on the fourth floor were wiped out. Which ghost seems to be..."

Just when Tang Long thought of this, a strange shadow suddenly struck him. He only felt tiny whispers ringing in his ears, and scenes that he had never seen before suddenly appeared in his mind, and his own memory seemed to be being erased.

"Is it really a consciousness-invading ghost? If it were before, I might still be afraid of him, but unfortunately now..."

The corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Wangcai, bite it!"

The barking of a vicious dog suddenly sounded in his mind. As soon as the dog barked, the scenes that appeared inexplicably in his mind and the whispers in his ears suddenly disappeared, and his own memory became extremely clear.

Suddenly yawned, Tang Long called out Lao Luo and Brother Li to guard him, leaned against the wall, tilted his head, and fell asleep.

This was his first show since joining Guimeng, and he was looking forward to it very much. (End of chapter)