Priest of the Mysterious Resurrection

Ghost post offices do not exist in reality, so there is no distinction between day and night. In fact, the time in this ghostly place is very vague, and it is difficult to tell the current time unless you are holding a satellite phone made of gold in your hand.

"It's almost six o'clock in the evening, captain." Zhang Han reminded.

During this period of time, they asked Zhao Liang about some information about this place. The latter had originally intended to hug Luo Yi's thigh tightly, so he naturally knew everything and talked endlessly, and they got along quite well for a while.

On the other side, Chen Shihao finally couldn't bear the pain in his body, and climbed into Room 1 to rest without anyone stopping him.

It is worth mentioning that the woman who pretended to be sleeping finally couldn't pretend anymore, and when she confirmed that no one was paying attention, she crept into the house with the house number: 12, locked the door, and hid inside.

At the patio.

"Captain, you can see the upstairs from here, can we go up from here through Ghost Domain?" Zhang Han said.

They had observed the building before when they were outside the post office and knew that it had roughly five floors.

"Have you ever thought that there are no corridors here, so why can you see the courtyard?" Luo Yi looked up and said unhurriedly.

Zhang Han's eyes widened slightly, "Captain, are you saying this is probably a trap?"

"It's not possible, but inevitable." Luo Yi affirmed.

"In this post office, everything is in the ghost domain. What you see with your eyes does not mean that it is real. Just like here, even ordinary people can see the scene upstairs, so why bother?" If you have to work hard and risk your life to deliver the letter, you can just build a personal wall and climb up it."

Zhao Liang agreed: "Team Luo is right. Before, some people felt that sending letters was too slow and wanted to sneak up from here, but unfortunately, no one succeeded. Everyone will be surrounded by a dark shadow when they are about to succeed." Swallowed, died for no apparent reason, and over time, no one will do such stupid things again."

"The second and third floors in front of us are not real floors at all, but a kind of distorted ghost land, a false scene constructed by the spirits of evil spirits, like a mirage, which is beyond reach." Luo Yidao .

He observed for a while, and in his field of vision, upstairs was a darkness writhing unceasingly. This is a manifestation of the mutual interference and influence of various spirits. It can be said that if you go up, you may not be able to find the floor, but ghosts will definitely meet you. A lot of them.

"Is it the same as the ghost painting incident?" Zhang Han asked. At that time, the ghost painting derivative painting folded the real third floor and the second floor together to maintain a parallel space, but in different dimensions. Ghost Domain, never reach the third floor.

"Somewhat similar, but the situation is more complicated. This is not just a simple folding, but a ghost domain within a ghost domain, nested layer by layer. Even if the invasion is successful, it may not necessarily reach the second floor."

The ghost realm is superimposed layer upon layer, distorted and intertwined. No one knows which node dimension the invasion will reach, except the organizer himself. Maybe it happens to be on the second floor, maybe it happens to be next to a certain evil spirit, maybe it will sink deeper and deeper, and fall into the trap. It is unknown to enter the world of a certain evil spirit.

It can be said that this is a trap set by the superimposition of human wisdom and the power of evil spirits, which is far more terrifying than the haunted domain of ordinary evil spirits.

"It seems that Luo Wensong is really not simple, he has plugged all the existing loopholes."

"So, we can only deliver letters honestly once and for all?" Zhang Handao, "According to the law that Zhao Liang said, the couriers on the first floor need to complete one mission a week on average, and they can only go up to the second floor after completing three missions. The interval between tasks on the second floor is as long as one month, and it takes at least three months to deliver the letter on the second floor, one year for the third floor, and three years for the fourth floor."

"If we want to jump out of the layout here and achieve our plan, wouldn't it take at least four or five years."

This time may not be long for ordinary people, but for short-lived ghost masters, it is simply a luxury.

"You don't have to worry about this matter. I have a way to speed up the process." Luo Yi sneered, "It sends the letter as soon as it tells us? I don't want to lose face? Don't forget that we are ghost masters, not nerds who follow the rules."

A few people were talking, when suddenly the lights above their heads began to flicker, and there was a sound of poor electrical contact, and there was a vague coldness in the air, and a dark wind blew up in the closed hall, hitting the people's body to stimulate the pores to tighten, Back chills.

"No, it's time." Fatty Zhao Liang ran two quick steps and came to the two of them. He looked flustered and kept looking up at the old dim light bulb above his head.

"What's going on, what's wrong?" Zhang Han frowned. Although he had delivered a letter once, he didn't know much about the taboos in the ghost post office.

"This is the rule in the ghost post office. When the lights go out, the surviving couriers must return to the room, otherwise they will encounter unknown accidents." Zhao Liang quickly responded, looking a little anxious, "Now that the lights are flickering, it is A warning sign."

"Unknown accident, is it an evil spirit?" Luo Yi rubbed his chin, and looked towards a dark corner where there seemed to be something quietly wriggling.

The flickering of the lights also began to change, and the extinguishing time became longer and longer, and the stench of corpses began to linger, the empty hall became more and more blurred, and some subtle sounds came from the patio.

Luo Yi listened carefully, as if something was approaching rapidly, but the distance was too far to be real.

The yellow light came on again, this time the light was very dim, only a short section of tungsten filament glowing slightly red, it looked like a firefly in the middle of the night, inconspicuous.

"Let's go!"

Luo Yi finally spoke, and the three strode towards the door.

"My room is Room 3," Zhao Liang said while opening the door, "Wait, are you coming to my room too?"

"Is there anything wrong?" Zhang Han said, he had never spent the night here.

Zhao Liang turned pale, "No, it's not that I refuse you, but it's better for each courier to live in a separate room, otherwise there will be some unclean things in the room. When I stayed here for the first time I saw it, two people squeezed together in a room, and both of them died in the end."

"Is it the same logic as the ghost bus?"

On the ghost bus, when it is full, people must give up their seats to the ghosts, otherwise the bus will not drive, and if the stalemate lasts for a long time, it will cause the engine to stall, triggering the ghosts to kill.

Luo Yi stopped, "In that case, then Zhang Han and I are right next door."

Zhao Liang is still cooperative, it's not his style to force others to make things difficult.

"Okay." Zhang Han is not afraid. In his heart, with the captain here, the ones who should be careful should be the evil spirits outside.

The door was closed, the remaining light disappeared, and the outside was completely plunged into darkness. A black figure suddenly stood under the patio, watching the surroundings numbly.

After a while, there was a sound of dull footsteps, the sound was near and far away, on the first floor for a while, and suddenly appeared on the second floor for a while, erratic and quite weird.

What's even more weird is that this figure just stopped in place without any movement at all.

After waiting for a while, the erratic voice disappeared, and the evil spirit started to move, looking in the direction of the room on the first floor where the messenger was! (end of this chapter)