Mysterious Recovery

A wall collapsed and corpses were scattered all over the floor.

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These corpses are not ordinary corpses, but the messengers who died in this room before. The corpses were more or less controlled by the existence of Specter, and what will happen when they are released now? knowledge.

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It can be seen that the real danger is emerging.

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The exit from here has disappeared, the Specter is recovering, and various supernatural phenomena are emerging one after another. The current situation is a dead end for any ghost rider or messenger.

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With the ability of the fifth-floor messenger, one counts as one, and it is impossible to leave here alive.

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But it's a pity.

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Yang Jian cannot be regarded as a normal messenger. He did not enter the post office as an ordinary person. He entered here as a captain to deal with the existence of the ghost post office.

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"You can't let these ghosts revive first. No matter what, you have to suppress these corpses for some time first, otherwise there are too many ghosts in the room and even me may be in danger."

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At this moment.

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Yang Jian started without hesitation. Holding a cracked spear, he didn't need the medium of triggering a hatchet. He strode over and chopped at the scattered corpses.

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He is very strong, and it's a bit outrageous that the hatchet is sharp when it touches the supernatural corpse.

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One after another corpses are being dismembered by him.

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There is a corpse that seems to have just died very terrifying. When Yang Jian used the hatchet, his gray-white eyeballs rolled, staring at him, and at the same time, the pale and bloodless arm was raised to use it. The stiff palm firmly grasped the cracked spear.

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"My supernatural weapon, can you catch it, you devil?" Yang Jian's eyes turned cold.

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next moment.

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The fresh corpse suddenly let out a shrill scream, and then it began to rot rapidly, and the arm that grabbed the split spear also drooped down weakly.

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Because the corpse lost its balance, triggering the death curse on the supernatural item.

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Even Yang Jian did not dare to touch this kind of curse. If a ghost touches it, he will be attacked. Although a ghost will not die, the supernatural power will be suppressed.

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Once the supernatural power is suppressed, the fresh corpse will naturally rot quickly.

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It seems strange, but in fact everything is very reasonable.

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Without the hatchet to stop him, Yang Jian directly chopped off the head of the corpse, and the strange corpses were already shattered by him before Li Gui could recover.

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And after being dismembered, there is no way for Li Gui to recover in a short time.

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Then.

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The curse of the hatchet broke out.

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On Yang Jian's body, and even on the ghost behind him, there are ferocious openings. These openings are all over the place, as if he will be cut into countless pieces. If the curse is allowed to erupt, his ghosts will be all over the place. To become fragmented, without the slightest ability to act.

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But then, the scarlet light on his body enveloped his whole body, and those openings that had just opened had healed up again in an incredible way.

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Just less than a second.

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The curse seemed to have been erased, leaving no scar on Yang Jian's body.

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"You can't be stingy. It's still necessary to restart. It's still very cost-effective for these corpses to be dismembered after a restart." Yang Jian secretly said in his heart.

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The danger that came from the corpses all over the ground was easily resolved by him.

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Although it seems simple, in fact, Yang Jian has used the most powerful supernatural power he can control so far.

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"The source of the supernatural should not come from the toilet, but from the bedroom. I have observed the living room before, there is nothing special, only the bedroom has not been visited, but now the whole room has been affected by the supernatural. Is the bedroom? It's not sure if it's the previous bedroom."

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Even so, Yang Jian still had to determine the source of the supernatural in a short period of time.

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Otherwise, when the time is up, the corpse on the ground will be revived again. If he can't get out by then, he will be consumed alive here, or trapped in this room.

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Just when Yang Jian was trapped in the room.

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Another room on the fifth floor of the post office, room 507.

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Li Yang stayed in this room and was responsible for watching the door. He didn't dare to be careless and kept an eye on the situation outside. If Yang Jian appeared, he would immediately open the door to ensure his safe withdrawal.

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But time has not passed.

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Li Yang, who was guarding the door, suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the door. The footsteps were heavy, and the footsteps were more regular, which made him immediately vigilant.

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"Another night's footsteps?" He reached out and touched the door.

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Be prepared to deal with it.

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Li Yang didn't forget that he was forced to open the door by the Specter when he was on the first floor, which almost triggered the Specter's rule of mortal murder. At that time, it was he, Yang Jian, and Sun Rui who fought together to repel the Specter.

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"It can't be that ghost, can it?"

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Thinking like this, I felt a little uneasy.

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However, Li Yang was not panicked. He had two supernatural objects in his hand, a blood-stained mallet and a dirty old doll.

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Used properly, it can cope with accidents.

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"Here." Li Yang heard footsteps outside the door and wandered around the hall, and then walked directly towards this side.

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There was no pause, no hesitation.

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The footsteps soon came to the door of the room.

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"Li Yang, it's me, open the door." There was Yang Jian's voice outside the door.

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Li Yang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the sound, he immediately released his hand and opened the door.

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"Crench!"

But as soon as the door was opened, a gloomy and cold breath rushed in, and the lights in the room seemed to be disturbed by some kind of disturbance and flickered a few times.

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A cold, whitish palm rested on the edge of the door, trying to push the door open to enter.

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Behind that palm was a long grey-black sleeve, old and dirty.

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"Not good." Li Yang woke up suddenly, and he understood that the person outside the door was not the captain at all, not a living person, but a ghost.

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Although the voice just now was the same as Yang Jian, but if you think about it carefully, it was only similar, but the tone was different.

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In a hurry, he slammed into the door, trying to close the door and block the Specter who was trying to enter the room.

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The supernatural power of the door blocking ghost appeared.

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The wooden door vibrated violently, then twisted and deformed, showing an arc, a huge force appeared, and the door creaked, as if being pushed by another ghost, trying to close the door.

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However, the pale palm outside the door was firmly against the door.

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Even the supernatural power of the door-blocking ghost couldn't close the door.

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And it was only a stalemate for a moment, Li Yang even found that his figure was slowly retreating.

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The door gradually opened.

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"This ghastly thing is not simple." Li Yang was horrified.

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The ghost outside the door actually resisted the ghost blocking the door, which means he knows very well what it means.

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As the door was gradually pushed open.

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Li Yang didn't dare to hesitate any longer. He picked up a small blood-stained wooden hammer in his hand and smashed it against the palm on the edge of the door.

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Smashing a person with a mallet doesn't actually hurt, but it's a psychic item with weird abilities.

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When the mallet hit the palm, the palm immediately twisted and deformed, and then the pale palm was retracted suddenly, as if feeling pain.

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One of the ghost's palms was knocked back.

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But the door was still not closed, as if the ghost's body was still blocking the door.

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Seeing that it was effective, Li Yang immediately stretched out his hand and swung a small dyed wooden hammer against the darkness outside.

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He felt the ghost's location and hit it once.

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With just one hit, the ghost outside the door had to back away, instead of continuing to block the door.

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"boom!"

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next moment.

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The door was closed, and the ghost was isolated from the door. It seemed that he did not leave, because no footsteps were heard, but cold sweat broke out on Li Yang's face.

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"so close."

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He was secretly shocked in his heart.

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Never would have thought that a ghost would appear in this way, imitating the captain's voice, and almost got hit.

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"Alertness is still lacking." He was ashamed and reflected.

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However, Li Yang was already alert just now, and he kept an eye on it. Otherwise, he would just open the door and not even have a chance to fight back.

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After slowing down, Li Yang continued to stand by the door.

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Ten minutes passed, and half an hour passed, and everything seemed to be calm again.

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However, the real Yang Jian never appeared.

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Yang Jian was trapped.

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Trapped in room 502, he didn't die, but he didn't deal with the ghosts in room 502 either.

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Everything seemed to be in a stalemate.

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But outside the post office.

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In an ordinary residential building in another small city, a family lives in it.

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This is a family of three, a couple with an eleven or twelve year old child.

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It was seven o'clock in the evening, and they had just finished eating and were sitting on the sofa watching TV, discussing some news and gossip.

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However, right now.

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The lights in the living room flickered a few times, as if the contact was poor, and then the man in his forties on the sofa realized something and looked out the window suddenly.

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Outside the window is the scene of the city, but in his eyes, he vaguely sees a building of the Republic of China with neon lights in the distance.

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The building doesn't exist in reality, it's like an illusion, and only he can see it.

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"The balance on the fifth floor is being broken... No one can really bring out that black letter, right?" The man stood up~www.readwn.com~ with an extremely ugly expression.

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Then, the man hurriedly picked up the phone and dialed a number.

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"I already know that there is another situation on the fifth floor of the post office, and this time it is more serious than the last time." A somber voice came from the phone, also a man.

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"what to do?"

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"Black letters can't appear, otherwise our messengers on the fifth floor will be liquidated. There must be a newcomer going to the fifth floor recently, and that newcomer is not simple, nothing else to say, as before, join forces to kill him and continue to maintain previous arrangement."

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"It's night, and the post office is off."

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The other end of the phone was silent for a while: "Then at six o'clock tomorrow morning, before the newcomer knows the function of the black letter to kill him, the worst thing is to grab the letter."

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In a hotel in another city.

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A graceful and beautiful woman in a red cheongsam was looking up at the twinkling lights in the room, and then she saw outside the glass window of the room, a vague road leading to the post office appeared, but then the road disappeared, very unstable.

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"Is the post office's mission going to start?" Liu Qingqing fell silent.

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She was most worried, and the most disturbing thing was about to happen.

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I thought it wasn't so fast, but now it seems that this fluke does not exist.