Mysterious Recovery

Yang Jian returned to the fifth floor again. There was no abnormality on the old wooden stairs, and no new Specter appeared.

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Sun Rui, who shredded black letters, went to the sixth floor of the post office. It seemed that most of the danger caused by shredding letters had passed, and the dangers that had appeared before were gradually subsiding at this moment.

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but.

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The danger is still there.

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The door on the first floor of the post office was broken, and the whole post office was still in a state of lights out, which meant that the post office was still out of control. Under such circumstances, it would not be surprising that anything would happen.

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"Everything seems to be normal on the fifth floor, and it has not been eroded by the supernatural. It seems that the previous supernatural is aimed at the people who shred the black letters, and this place has not been affected." Yang Jian peeped around and found nothing. Something is wrong.

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The only thing worth noting is that.

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The door to Room 504 is now open.

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That room was Sister Hong's room before.

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And Ye Zhen disappeared again. I don't know where to go. Maybe he entered a certain room, or maybe he went after other supernatural beings.

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"The last puzzle is in room 501." Yang Jian immediately locked his eyes on the first room.

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He walked over quickly, without waiting for the others to act together.

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The door of this room is still closed, but there is a faint light coming from the crack of the door of this room. The light is not bright and flickering. It is obviously a candle light, an oil lamp or the like, not an electric light.

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He looked at the mutilated female corpse in his hand.

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Yang Jian hesitated for a while, but decided to bring it.

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Going forward, he tried to open the door of this room, but it was a little unexpected that the door of room 501 was not locked today, it was easily opened, and there was indeed a dim light inside. Since then, the light is very familiar, from an oil lamp.

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"Is there an oil lamp? Sun Rui picked up an oil lamp in the lobby on the first floor before, but now the oil in the oil lamp has been burned out and has no effect, and there is also an oil lamp here... two Could it be related? Or does the oil lamp on the first floor of the post office come from here?"

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I have some doubts in my heart.

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With doubts, he strode in.

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The layout of this room is exactly the same as the other rooms, except that the furnishings are a bit strange. There is a large table in the living room. There is only a solitary oil lamp on the table. Shaking in the environment.

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Some black shadows are reflected nearby, very vague and very strange.

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The lamp oil in the oil lamp exudes a peculiar smell, like a kind of animal oil, but because it has been stored for a long time, it is a bit rotten, so it exudes a faint rancid smell, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

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"What about the people in room 501? Or the ghosts in room 501?" Yang Jian frowned, very vigilant.

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The person in Room 502 next door said that there is a Specter detained in this room, which is very scary. It will introduce messengers into the room to kill, and any living person who enters this room has no way to get out.

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But the results were somewhat unexpected.

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Yang Jian didn't see a ghost, and he didn't encounter any danger. Even this room was very normal. It didn't look like there were signs of ghosts wandering around. Instead, there were frequent strange occurrences in Room 502 next door, and there were a lot of dead messengers' corpses piled up.

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"Whether there are ghosts in this room or not, I have to find the last puzzle piece."

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He needs to know everything about the post office if he wants to control it.

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The female corpse that was split into five parts may be an opportunity to let him know more about this place.

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Yang Jian went to the toilet to take a look.

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The toilet was covered with a layer of dust, as if it had not been used for many years. Although it was a little dirty, there was no sign of damage, and no supernatural imagination occurred.

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Then he went to the only bedroom in this room.

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Although the door was closed, it was not locked.

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After opening it, there was actually light inside. On the bedside table in the room, Yang Jian saw another oil lamp. The oil lamp was exactly the same as the oil lamp on the table outside. There was no difference. It was still burning like corpse oil. Has a rancid smell.

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And next to the bedside table.

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Yang Jian found a glass bottle with pale dead legs soaked in yellow liquid, just like specimens in formalin, but it was not one leg, but two legs.

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But the corpse had been soaked for many years, but there was no sign of decay. Instead, it was very fresh, as if it had just been put in.

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"The dead head from the first floor, the arm from the oil painting, the body in the hall, and the legs in Room 501, the body is not divided into five parts, but four parts, namely, head, body, arms ,leg."

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"But there is only one arm, am I missing something?"

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Yang Jian recalled.

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There was indeed a dead man's arm in that glass bottle, not two.

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"Maybe, the corpse itself is mutilated, and that arm doesn't exist at all."

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Yang Jian guessed like this.

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Except for the corpse buried in the hall on the first floor, the corpse itself may have missing parts, just like a puzzle with building blocks, how can it be possible to complete the puzzle perfectly.

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"leave here."

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Yang Jian took the glass bottle, and then stepped back without saying a word.

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He didn't meet a ghost.

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After entering the room safely, he also returned safely.

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"There are no ghosts at all in room 501, it's an empty room with only two oil lamps...so the only possibility is that the ghosts in this room either left after the post office got out of hand, or room 502 The guy in here lied and deliberately withheld some information."

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Yang Jian's expression changed, he looked at room 502.

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There were no doors in the room. He destroyed it. It was pitch-dark inside. There were some strange movements and supernatural phenomena, which made people not dare to set foot in easily.

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"Captain, have you found the puzzle?" Li Yang and the others caught up at this moment, just in time to see Yang Jian walking out of the room.

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Yang Jian said, "Take out those glass bottles."

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"The glass bottle was in the room before." Li Yang immediately turned back to room 507 where he was before.

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Zhou Ze also took out the glass bottle from the oil painting from his backpack.

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Inside was a pale arm soaked in it.

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"The thing is still there, it's not lost." Li Yang quickly walked out of the room, also holding a glass bottle in his hand, which contained a human head.

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It was a short-haired woman with open eyes, strange and scary, as if she had already woken up.

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Yang Jian threw the corpse in his hand to the ground, and then tried to smash the glass bottle, but found that the glass bottle was extremely hard and could not be easily broken. In the end, he used the ghost hand to produce a supernatural suppression, and it was hard. Crack it up.

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After the glass bottle was shattered, the yellowish liquid flowed out, and there was a peculiar smell in the air, making people unable to resist the urge to vomit.

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She smashed the remaining two glass bottles in turn.

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One arm, the woman's head was taken out.

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"One less arm." Wang Yong said, "It seems that all the puzzle pieces have not been found."

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The others looked at Yang Jian.

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Indeed, there are four puzzle pieces, and the fifth is missing.

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"Maybe there is no fifth puzzle at all. Of course, there may be. I just haven't found it yet, but it doesn't matter. The main parts are taken back. I want to see the result." Start stitching.

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The icy legs are elastic, but at the moment they are spliced ​​together on the corpse, but the gap is very smooth, as if they were cut by someone with a sharp tool.

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Yang Jian, who can create such a sharp weapon, only knows that he has a hatchet.

No, there is also an axe.

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It's just that the axe exists in the world of oil painting. No one knows who the real axe is outside, or it's in the hands of the ghost.

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After the legs were put together, the wound at the joint began to disappear quickly. The corpse seemed to be growing and healing, which made people feel incredible.

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"Will there be a problem if this goes on? These corpses seem to have been deliberately scattered, and the corpses are buried on the first floor, obviously they don't want people to find them. If the corpse is awakened now, will it cause any terrible consequences. "Zhou Ze looked at Yang Jian and said worriedly.

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"Maybe not moving it is the best choice." Zhong Yan said nervously.

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Li Yang and Wang Yong did not speak. Although they felt that this was wrong, they were also curious.

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Yang Jian said: "The age of this glass bottle will last for more than ten years, and it has not yet reached the point where it was established with the post office. This shows that strictly speaking, this corpse has nothing to do with the post office itself. The body was dismembered and left in the post office."

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"I'm curious, why the body must be left in the post office instead of taking it away? If she encountered an enemy and was killed, the body should have been destroyed long ago, or it was separated and detained, and it is unlikely to stay there. a place."

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"Do you think there is some reason for this corpse to stay in the post office?" Wang Yong suddenly realized something.

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Yang Jian's eyes were cold and said: "Ten years ago, it happened to be the time period when the black letter started. The background of this matter may not be so simple, but this corpse must be earlier than the black letter, but it is very likely It was the beginning of that."

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While speaking, the arm of the corpse was also pieced together.

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But still missing an arm,

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There was still the woman's head left.

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"Be careful." Wang Yong reminded.

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Yang Jian nodded, signaling everyone to be vigilant, then took the head of the dead man with his eyes open, as if he was dying, and placed it on the neck of the corpse.

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The same perfect fit.

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Strictly fit.

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Moreover, the corpse is growing rapidly, healing, and filling up the last wound.

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In this way, a pale female corpse, lacking an arm, was lying in front of everyone. The female corpse was not naked. There were sheets of black letter paper pasted on her body. The letter papers were worn by the female corpse like clothes. Very special, with some kind of curse.

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Ye Zhen had warned Yang Jian before, so Yang Jian didn't mess with anything on the corpse.

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"The eyes are closed."

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Everyone saw that the opened eyes on the corpse slowly closed at this moment, as if their grievances had been vented, and they could die in peace.

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But this is impossible.

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The corpse has not rotted after being soaked for so many years. It must be maintained by supernatural power. This corpse is definitely not an ordinary corpse. It is either a ghost or a ghost master.

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But past experience tells them.

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Ghosts are more likely.

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Because even a ghost rider can't live in this state for more than ten years and then wake up.

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Time passed a little bit, but there was no tendency to wake up.

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"boom!"

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At this moment, a loud noise came from behind, which suddenly startled everyone.

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But he saw that the door of room 505 was opened behind him.

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"Bah, what the hell, such a wicked sect, fortunately I, Ye, are very powerful, and if I were someone else, I would definitely die."

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The voice sounded, but he saw Ye Zhen swaggering out. He was holding a broken disc record player in his hand. The disc record player used five fingers on one arm as a cartridge, and played intermittent strange music. .

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The reason why it was intermittent was because the record was badly damaged and was artificially damaged.

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"The last puzzle piece?" Yang Jian's eyes narrowed.

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His guess was wrong, not because the body was mutilated, but because the last puzzle piece was not found.

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And the reason I didn't find it was because the arm had been taken away a long time ago, and it wasn't in the glass bottle.

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"You people are too perverted to actually squat together to study a female corpse. I, Ye, don't like this."

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Seeing this, Ye Zhen opened his eyes and hurriedly kept his distance from these perverts, so as not to be infected with some special hobbies.

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"What happened in the room just now?" Yang Jian asked, "What about Sister Hong, have you seen her?"

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"Sister Hong? That ghost in a red cheongsam?"

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Ye Zhen said: "Of course I saw it. I had a big fight with a certain Ye at the entrance of the stairs before, but she ran away by herself. There was nothing in the room. There was this ghost singing, but I broke it. ."

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"You and Sister Hong started a fight? Did you drive her away?" Yang Jian was surprised when he heard it.

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No wonder Ye Zhen didn't move before, it turned out to be a conflict with Sister Hong.

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"It's a pity I couldn't kill her, but don't worry, next time I see her, I, Ye, must compete with her again and decide her life and death." Ye Zhen snorted coldly, looking a little faceless.

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"I have no opinion if you can kill her." Yang Jian felt that the reason why things went so smoothly today was probably because that Sister Hong was stopped.

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Otherwise she would definitely get involved.

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"The corpse you played with seems to be missing an arm. Fortunately, I found it in the room just now. Let's see if it can be used." After Ye Zhen finished speaking, he removed the arm from the record player and lost it. past.

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After Yang said, "You seem to be very interested in this corpse too."

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"Nonsense, no, don't slander me." Ye Zhen hurriedly defended, then turned his head away.

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"I just want to know what the **** this is, it can actually kill me, Ye, several times. If I can, I want to fight it again. In front of you people, see what my Ye is. How did you get this **** done?"

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Ye Zhen wanted to get back to the scene and continue to challenge this strange corpse.

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Yang Jian didn't speak, just pieced together the remaining arm.

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soon.

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The wound was healing, and an intact corpse appeared.

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All the puzzle pieces are assembled.

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This is something that the previous messengers have not done.

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At this moment.

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The female corpse suddenly opened her eyes, and then the whole ghost post office was shaking~www.readwn.com~ As if there was an earthquake, the whole building was about to collapse.

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This is not an illusion.

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But it was really an earthquake.

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Yang Jian's ghost eyes saw that the wooden stairs outside the gate on the fifth floor could no longer hold up, and collapsed immediately, and there were even cracks on the ground. The cracks were expanding, and soon they were densely distributed.

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"The post office is going to collapse?" The other messengers were surprised.

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This is impossible to happen.

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The ghost post office is a magical place, how could it collapse.

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"No, it's not that the post office is going to collapse, but something is emerging."

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Yang Jian saw that the walls were peeling off and the ground was cracking. Although it looked like it was about to collapse, it was not. On the contrary, because of this shock, some unknown changes had taken place in the post office.

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This change is from the inside out.

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It seems that the true face of the post office is about to be revealed.

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But he didn't wait for him to observe more.

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Sudden.

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The ground cracked, it really collapsed, and they fell on the fourth floor of the post office.

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But then the fourth floor also collapsed and fell on the third floor of the post office.

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The third floor also collapsed.

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Floors disappear layer by layer.