Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 1032 Obtaining the Memories of the 5th Floor Messenger

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Yang Jian and Zhao Feng, an old messenger from the fifth floor, met on the stairs.

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The spooky phosphorous fires were floating in the air, seemingly in small numbers, but they actually dispelled the surrounding darkness and completely illuminated the vicinity. It was a bit similar to Li Jun's ghost fire, but this phosphorous fire was obviously a one-off. A supernatural item, because the source of this phosphorous fire is the white rib in Zhao Feng's hand.

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And there are not many white ribs left, it seems that every time it is used, a part of it will be consumed.

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"This newcomer is not simple. He has traces of being eroded by ghosts, and he is holding a strange long spear in his hand. It should be a supernatural item he got... It's just that the traces of hand-crafting are very heavy, like Modern handicrafts, but this guy dares to wander around alone at night, either a lunatic or a fierce man."

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"If he can take the black letter from Room 502, obviously the latter is very likely. To deal with such a newcomer, it seems to be reluctant to rely on me alone."

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Zhao Feng took advantage of the time period when the phosphorus fire was burning. He was observing Yang Jian and analyzing the situation.

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And from the results of the analysis, it seems that the situation is not very good.

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He felt that he seemed to underestimate the newcomer who went to the fifth floor this time. Before he came, he felt that this newcomer was the same as the previous newcomer, with limited abilities. It might be a bit of luck to take the black letter. After all, he I don't believe anyone can really contend with so many supernatural beings in Room 502.

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But this time the newcomer seems to be a special existence.

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"My name is Yang Jian."

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Yang Jian glanced at the strange phosphorous fire floating in the air, and then said, "Don't look at me, it's probably the first time I've met you, and I've never seen it before."

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"It's true, we haven't met before, sorry, I'm just curious, because it's been a long time since I met a newcomer. I heard that there was a situation on the fourth floor, and a ghost was mixed into the messengers on the fourth floor. The post office is in Announced a special message delivery mission, and wanted to clear the messengers on the fourth floor, but I didn’t expect that someone would successfully go upstairs under such circumstances.”

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Zhao Feng said, and then tested Yang Jian's reaction.

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Although he rarely comes to the post office, he still pays attention to the changes and situation of the post office, and he is not completely ignorant of the ghost post office.

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Yang Jian ignored him, but said to himself, "I didn't see any other 5th-floor messengers on the 5th floor of the post office, and I don't know much about the situation on the 5th floor. Since you are an old 5th-floor messenger, how about the 5th floor? You must know more about the situation than I do, so what do you think?

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"What, what?" Zhao Feng's fat face showed a surprised look.

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He wondered if he had heard it wrong.

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This newcomer named Yang Jian actually wants his own memory?

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"You can actually do something like stealing other people's memories?" However, Zhao Feng calmed down after that, and he became even more solemn because he read another meaning.

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"Yes, it's not difficult for me to steal the memories of living people." Yang Jian agreed cooperatively.

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Zhao Feng showed a sneer: "Such a secret leaked out at will, do you think you've got me?"

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"Don't say that, you can also resist, but I don't think your resistance is of any use." Yang Jian said.

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He didn't know what the purpose of Zhao Feng's coming to the fifth floor was because he simply wanted to steal a copy of the memory of the messenger on the fifth floor. In addition, the person whose memory was stolen by him would not die. If he cooperated, even his own They don't even know that their memory has been stolen.

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Therefore, Yang Jian didn't think there was anything wrong with what he did.

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At most, he acted a little overbearing.

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But how could Zhao Feng cooperate with Yang Jian and let him steal his memory? Once he is known by this Yang Jian, his identity, purpose, and some secrets are all exposed.

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So this is absolutely impossible to agree to.

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"You don't look like a newcomer at all. I regret coming to the post office alone now. If you wait for a few old friends to be with you, you will definitely not survive tonight. Unfortunately, I have to work overtime at night, so I can't be absent from work for too long. Otherwise, fifty dollars will be deducted."

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Zhao Feng understands that this newcomer has the ability to steal the memories of living people, and he has now become the prey he is targeting.

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But he was still not afraid.

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The battle between messengers is not without experience, this is not the first time.

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"I'm not interested in your nonsense, and I don't want to ask you anything, because everything I want to know will be obtained in your mind, so if you want to do it, hurry up." Yang Jian calmly said.

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"You think I'll do it first?"

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Zhao Feng said coldly, the rusted iron hook in his hand was hidden deep, and was covered by the fat palm, not showing it at all.

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When both people are prepared, they will suffer a loss if they do it first, because no one knows the details of the other party. If they do it first, they will expose their details first.

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"In that case, I'm sorry."

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Yang Jian had just finished speaking when his ghostly eyes stared at Zhao Feng, and then a scarlet light flashed.

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The opening of the ghost realm is directly the opening of the sixth floor ghost realm.

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The six-layer ghost realm can suspend everything.

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Even one second is enough to reverse the situation.

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Yang Jian showed no mercy at all.

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Zhao Feng's eyes widened suddenly, his hair stood upright, and then he found that he couldn't move, as if he was immobilized. He tried to struggle, but to no avail, but his consciousness was clear. This phenomenon reminded him of rumors. The ghost press in the middle.

"boom!"

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next moment.

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The cracked spear flew straight through his body and nailed it to the stairs behind him.

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Can't resist, can't escape.

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I can only watch this result happen.

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Then, the red light dissipated.

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Yang Jian slowly walked up the stairs: "Because I'll take the shot first, you don't even have a chance to do it."

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"What a joke."

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Zhao Feng opened his eyes wide and was startled.

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But he's not dead yet.

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Because coffin nails can only crucify supernatural beings and cannot completely crucify ordinary people, they can only cause certain sharp weapon damage to living people, but this damage is not fatal.

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But his chest was bleeding, but he could move his hands and feet. At this moment, he tried to raise his hand to pull out the long spear that penetrated his chest, but found that he had no strength at all.

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The supernatural power in the body was silent, as if it had completely disappeared and could not be used.

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"Who the **** are you?" Zhao Feng roared with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

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This kind of terrifying supernatural attack method, let alone him, even a real ghost can't stand it.

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It is absolutely impossible for such a monster to appear on the messenger on the fourth floor.

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"I said, my name is Yang Jian, and people in the supernatural circle call me, Ghost Eye Yang Jian." Yang Jian's face was still flat, as if he had done something trivial.

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"Ghost Eyes Yangjian?"

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Zhao Feng has never heard of this name, but he is not stupid and knows some changes in the situation outside.

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"It turns out that you didn't enter the ghost post office as an ordinary person, but as a ghost master."

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"Save your energy and speak. I will steal your memory before deciding your life or death. If you die first, don't blame me." Yang Jian walked over, preparing to steal Zhao Feng's memory.

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"There is still a chance, I haven't lost yet, there is still a chance." Zhao Feng secretly said in his heart.

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The rusty hooks were hidden in his fat palms.

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With just one click, he can make this Yang Jian die on the spot.

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The opportunity is when he gets close to himself and steals his memory.

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But at this moment, Yang Jian stopped at a distance of three meters from Zhao Feng. He didn't get close, and the ghost under his feet quickly extended over, invading Zhao Feng's body and stealing his memory.

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Zhao Feng was dumbfounded when he saw that Yang Jian was no longer approaching.

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this.

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Is this guy so cautious? Really give no chance at all?

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Damn.

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Zhao Feng is angry and unwilling.

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But to no avail.

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He never dreamed that Zhao Feng, the famous soul stalker in the post office, would be planted in the hands of a little-known young rookie in such a dramatic way.

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At this moment, he seemed to be a clown.

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A cold aura enveloped his mind, Zhao Feng felt as if something had entered his mind, but this feeling was only a momentary thing, and soon the strange feeling disappeared.

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"So that's the case, Zhao Feng, the ecstasy? Not bad nickname, much better than mine... Now I'm a fish hawker, with a salary of 5,500 a month, and I have a good-looking wife at home. "Yang Jian is acquiring his memory.

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"It's not wrong to lose in your hands. With your ability, most of the messengers on the fifth floor are not your opponents, but don't be too happy. There are also messengers on the fifth floor that you can't deal with." Zhao Feng smiled miserably. He released his palm and swung it aside.

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Trying to throw away the rusted hook.

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The matter of stealing the memory is true, so he can't hide this supernatural item.

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Everything is meaningless.

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Yang Jian glanced at this ghost eye, and then the next moment, the iron hook that should have fallen appeared in his hand: "You want to throw it away? What a pity~www.readwn.com~ If this thing is used well , I may really die in the hands of this thing, but it is a pity that the person you met is me, and you have no chance to use the supernatural items in your hands."

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"And I also know the purpose of your coming here. You want to kill me and take the black letter from me."

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"If that's the case, then I can't let you live."

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Yang Jian steals more and more memories, and he even knows the purpose of this Zhao Feng.

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The messenger on the fifth floor seems to be taking action to kill himself? Restoring the balance on the fifth floor.

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Good information.

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Yang Jian quickly completed the memory theft, and then he glanced at Zhao Feng and directly erased all his memories.

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Zhao Feng is not dead yet, but his eyes are gradually lost, become empty, and then lose his spirit, like a vegetative person.

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"Unfortunately, there is no Captain Silver in his memory, which means that he has never contacted Captain Silver, but I believe that information should be obtained from other messengers."

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Yang Jian then walked over, pulled out his spear, and dragged Zhao Feng's body back to the fifth floor.

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There is no need to continue hanging out in the post office.

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At six o'clock tomorrow, the post office will be very lively.

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(End of this chapter)

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