Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 104 Everyone separated
The old woman walked towards the crowd, standing on tiptoes in her red coat, and there was no breath of life at all.
Upon seeing this, Lin Xian immediately used the ability of the ghost hand.
Immediately, this old lady is definitely a ghost.
The ghost hand soon appeared on the old woman's body and also invaded her body.
However, a strange scene also happened at this moment.
His ghost hand came out of the old woman's body, but it didn't touch her body.
In other words, this old woman does not really exist, she is just a projection-like thing.
Lin Xian couldn't help but frown. If that was the case, then this thing wouldn't be offensive.
"A false alarm?" Lin Xian thought to himself.
He pulled Zhang You from behind him, and then pushed him forward: "Go forward."
Zhang You's body stiffened, but at this time, even a fool could see that the disheveled old woman in front of him was a ghost. If he asked himself to walk forward at this time, didn't he just want to push himself into the fire pit?
"Lin Xian, isn't it a little too much for you to do this? After all, we are both couriers of the post office. It's fine to use me as cannon fodder a few times before. Do you still want me to die this time?"
Zhang You didn't follow Lin Xian's words and walked forward, because there was a high chance that he would be dead if he walked.
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with me. If you can't play your role in this letter delivery mission, then what use do I need from you?"
Lin Xian had no expression on his face, he confessed the truth and didn't mean to hide it.
"I don't want to repeat it a second time. If you don't do it, I'll kill you right now. At worst, I'll change someone else."
After saying that, his ghost hand had already penetrated into Zhang You's body. In a few seconds, he would crush all the organs in this man's body.
Zhang You gritted his silver teeth. He was unlucky for eight lifetimes when he met the guy in front of him. It seemed that he had to leave this time.
The next moment, he couldn't resist Lin Xian's pressure and stepped forward.
The other messengers also had expressions of embarrassment, because according to Lin Xian, they were not so-called partners, but just ordinary people of no importance.
Others who saw this reality clearly fell silent. They did not dare to refute, nor did they have the strength to refute. In the eyes of people like Lin Xian, they were indeed too insignificant, so insignificant that they would not even look at them.
Zhang You quickly walked to the old woman's side. He seemed to have expected that he would die in the next moment, so he simply closed his eyes. At this moment, he only hoped to leave a whole body when he died.
However, the old woman opposite directly ignored Zhang You in front of her. Her body was still moving forward, and then passed directly through the man's body.
As Lin Xian expected, the scene in front of him was a projection, a projection derived from the supernatural. However, the specific function of this projection was still unknown.
After detecting the footsteps in front, the footsteps behind also appeared at this time.
However, the footsteps behind were also that of an old woman. They were exactly the same as the old woman in front, but they came from two different directions.
The two projections intersected with each other, and eventually each passed through the other and walked in opposite directions.
This phenomenon is somewhat similar to a survey sentry, but uninformed people would mistake it for a ghost.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Xian gave up the idea of ​​continuing to explore the front, because after walking for so long without an end, the road seemed too weird. The walls with blood engraved in front of it were the best proof.
Following the original path, Lin Xian turned back.
There is another unknown phenomenon, but he still doesn't know where those projections invaded from, and where is the destination they want to go to?
No way to know.
On the other side, Zhou Deng also came to a strange place.
In front of him, a rusty bronze sculpture stood at the end of the path. The bronze sculpture was two meters high. It was the statue of a man, but the facial features on it seemed to have been deliberately scraped off with a knife, making it appear blurry and blurry. ferocious.
"Brother Deng, here, there is no way ahead."
Zhao Feng pointed to the bronze sculpture in front of him. Behind it was a moss-covered bluestone wall.
"It's okay, let's go and have a look first."
Zhou Deng waved his hand and stepped forward.
Every time a candlestick lights up, it means that the distance between everyone and this bronze sculpture is getting closer.
One meter away, Zhou Deng looked at the statue in trance. The appearance of the bronze sculpture was covered with sharp scratches, and there were dried and smelly blood stains everywhere on it. However, it had long since merged with the statue because of time. together.
"This is a dead end, the front is blocked." Zhou Yue touched the bluestone wall behind the bronze sculpture and said to Zhou Deng.
"Aren't people from this era included in this statue? Or is this just a carved object?"
Zhou Deng's attention was attracted by the statue in front of him. He ignored Zhou Yue's words and thought a little bit.
His gaze moved downwards, eventually stopping at the base of the statue.
"wheel?"
Zhou Deng was surprised: "Could it be an institution?"
He seemed to have thought of something, and in order to prove his conjecture, he reached out and pushed towards the statue.
The rusty roller was almost solidified on the ground due to not operating for a long time. In addition, the statue was made of copper and iron, so it couldn't be shaken for a while.
"Hey, you guys, don't just look at it. Come here and lend a hand, push this statue away and take a look."
Zhou Yue, Zhao Feng, and other messengers walked up after hearing the words. Zhou Deng seemed to be the easy-talking kind in the eyes of these people, and no one showed any discomfort in their hearts. In contrast, Lin Xian's handling method Not much to please these people.
With the efforts of everyone, the statue was quickly removed, revealing its original appearance underneath.
Under the several cut bluestone bricks, a dark hole appeared inside. There seemed to be light at the end of the hole, and it could be vaguely seen that it was the scene on the first floor.
Just as Zhou Deng thought, there was a secret passage under the bronze sculpture, and they seemed to have found the place to go downstairs.
"You can go down from this place to the first floor, shall we go down?"
At this time, a messenger named Li Biao asked. He was lying on the bluestone brick floor, peeking at everything in this secret passage.
"I don't know the situation yet, I don't know if there will be any danger, don't go down for the time being, and make plans after going back to meet Lin Xian."
Zhou Deng thought about it for a while, and finally gave up the idea of ​​going down, because it is so easy to go upstairs in a place where paper money is the only way to go upstairs. Even if you can go downstairs by going down this secret passage, you can't be sure that you won't meet someone on the way. to danger.
Li Biao nodded, but he still felt that he could go down and have a look at the situation. After all, they had already paid for the room, so it was impossible for them to go down and not come back up.
Looking at the first floor, which was close at hand, he finally chose to look away.
However, just as he was about to stand up, a bloody palm suddenly stretched out from the secret passage.
The sudden appearance of this palm seemed to be coming towards Li Biao. With just one glance, the palm pinched his neck and then dragged him down to the entrance of the cave.
"Help, help!"
Li Biao didn't stand still, and half of his body was pulled in instantly. Seeing this, Zhou Deng quickly stepped forward and grabbed Li Biao's ankle.
The rest of the people also reacted, and then quickly grabbed Li Biao who was sinking continuously.
But the strength of that ghost hand is too great, even the strength of four people can't shake Li Biao's downward trend.
Zhou Deng saw that going on like this was not an option, so he directly used his own supernatural power.
He wanted to steal Li Biao up.
However, under the influence of the supernatural, the ghost hand was embedded even tighter, and even caused some interference to its own little thief ghost.
Under the fierce pulling from both sides, a bloodstain was obviously torn out on Li Biao's leg. The skin and flesh began to turn outwards, and the bloodstain began to expand.
However, the people who had been trying to save him did not notice this phenomenon. In the end, as a crisp sound of bone cracking was heard, everyone only felt a light touch on their hands, and they all fell backwards.
Seeing this, Zhou Deng also retracted his palm, but in his hand, a bloody human foot was still tightly grasped. It was Li Biao's foot.
In the confrontation between spirits and numbers, neither side had much advantage, and it ended hastily with Li Biao being dismembered.
Looking at Li Biao's disappearing body, Zhou Deng should have thought a long time ago, how could such a strange place not be accompanied by danger, and he should have taken precautions in advance.
But this can't be entirely blamed on him. Li Biao was too close to the secret passage. When the hand came out, he didn't even have a chance to react.
Li Biao who fell in was probably cold. In the hands of a ghost, ordinary people were not even qualified to resist.
"Go back first,"
Zhou Deng threw away the Li Biao's foot he was holding and said expressionlessly.
There were no emotional fluctuations in his heart, he just felt that if he could predict this kind of thing in advance, he might not lose anyone.
And the palm inside the hole made him feel threatened, because the ghost of the thief ghost was defeated in the confrontation with this ghost, otherwise Li Biao would not be able to save him.
Everyone else was shocked when they saw this scene. In just a few seconds, a person was cut into pieces.
A group of people turned back along the back path, and after 10 minutes, they returned to the promenade of the Human Skin Inn.
But before them, Lin Xian and his group had already arrived at the mourning hall and seemed to have been waiting here for quite some time.
"You've been gone longer than I have."
Lin Xian turned off the phone screen and looked at Zhou Deng who was walking over.
However, among the group of people he could see, Lin Xian frowned: "Is there something wrong with you?"
There is one person missing in Zhou Deng's team, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it at a glance, so Lin Xian went to ask, but he didn't care which messenger died, what he cared about was what Zhou Deng experienced.
Zhou Deng also turned on his mobile phone at this time, but the mobile phone has no signal and can only display the time.
It is already 10:[-] in the afternoon, and in [-] minutes, it will be the rest time for the residents. By that time, everyone will return to their rooms and wait for darkness to fall.
"There's something wrong with timing."
Looking at the time on his phone, Zhou Deng said subconsciously.
It was around 12:30 noon when they separated. However, it only took less than half an hour for the group to enter the trail and then turn back. However, once they came out, the time was shortened by more than four hours.
"How long did it take you there?" Zhou Deng asked with a frown.
"It was four o'clock in the afternoon when I came back, and you were more than an hour longer than me."
Lin Xian said: "But I have only explored half of it. This inn seems to be connected to many supernatural places. To be safe, I did not go deep."
Zhou Deng nodded, and he also told Lin Xian what happened on his side.
There is a path that seems to be able to leave this family's inn, but it is accompanied by terrible dangers.
"Six o'clock is almost here, let's go back first."
In the case of exploring separately, finding a way out of the inn can be regarded as rewarding, but Lin Xian is still a little afraid of the old woman he met, because the dress reminded him of that era.
After everyone heard this, they turned around and walked back to their respective rooms.
However, at this moment, there was a strange noise coming from the human skin paper on the wall behind the mourning hall, and writing began to be written on it again.
"Ok?"
Lin Xian turned around and stopped, because the person writing on this piece of human skin paper was himself.
Ignoring the nonsense at the front, he looked directly at the text at the back.
"Today I tried to explore this inn, but I didn't find many important clues. I seemed to have wasted my time during the day. When six o'clock came, I didn't gain much and could only go back to my room. My The task was not completed yet, and the night passed quickly. Finally, at twelve o'clock, I took the risk and left the room because I wanted to send the letter in my hand to someone, but I waited for a long time, but she was late. He didn't show up, and in the end I couldn't bear the danger brought by the inn and the letter, and I died."
It's a long paragraph, but it reveals a lot of information.
On this human skin paper, it knew the purpose of its group's coming, and marked the gender of the sender with 'she', but these are not important, because at twelve o'clock, the recipient has not arrived, and it will die. In the inn.
"Tell me why the person I was waiting for didn't show up."
Lin Xian stared at the human skin paper on the wall, he wanted to know the answer.
Soon the handwriting on the parchment disappeared, and then reappeared.
"I was confused about my own death, so I planned to take the initiative to ask the parchment paper. It told me not to go out at night, and the recipient would come to pick up the letter in person."
Lin Xian withdrew his gaze. He read the information on the human skin paper, but his face did not show any expression, as if he was reading a very common line of text.
After this episode, a group of people quickly turned back.
Seeing everyone leaving, another text appeared on the human skin paper on the wall of the mourning hall.
"He was just too vigilant. It seems my plan failed."
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On the corridor, all the messengers returned to their respective rooms, but outside the last two rooms, Lin Xian grabbed Zhou Deng who wanted to enter room 1009.
Zhou Deng cast a questioning look in doubt.
"After six o'clock, wait in the room for half an hour, and then come out with me. You can't trust all the rules of this inn. I have other plans." Lin Xian patted Zhou Deng's shoulder and said his idea.
There is a problem with the information guidance on the human skin paper, which can be seen at a glance. After all, the post office allows them to deliver the letter to the recipient in person, but the human skin paper makes them wait in the room for the recipient to come to the door.
If I remember correctly, there was a message in the inn that said so.
[Please do not open your door at any time]
In this way, the human skin paper is contrary to the rules of this inn, and correspondingly, it violates the requirements of the inn and the post office, so the human skin paper must be fake, and it is inducing itself to open the room at twelve o'clock. The door, when that time really comes, maybe it's not the recipient who comes, but the ghost who took the life.
Zhou Deng asked, "Do you have any clues?"
"No, it's just a guess." Lin Xian shook his head and said truthfully.
"It's not worth it, and you know the danger outside last night." Zhou Deng didn't want to leave his room at night.
"Going out at twelve o'clock is the same as going out at 06:30. Twelve o'clock in the evening is only the time when the inn is closed, not when we come out. No matter what, we will violate the rules of this inn. What do you think?"
"Are you sure?" Zhou Deng said.
Lin Xian said: "No, but using the rules here, I can guarantee your safety."
I looked at the time and saw that there were only the last five minutes left. The darkness outside had begun to gather in this direction. Six o'clock was approaching, and so was the ghostland that filled the entire inn.
"Okay, then I'll trust you once." Zhou Deng hesitated for a few seconds, but still agreed.
For no other reason, he wanted to leave the inn and this spiritual place, and now he could only rely on Lin Xian, because only he had the means to leave this place.
If he didn't choose to help Lin Xian, this person would really die here, and the ghost's resurrection would be one thing, but he would also face the risk of being trapped here forever, which he didn't want to see.
It was bad enough for him to be accidentally involved in this incident, he didn't want to just die in this spiritual place.
After several conversations, the two finally reached an agreement.
"Okay, in that case, wait for me to come find you in half an hour."
Lin Xian nodded, and after saying that, he returned to his room. Seeing this, Zhou Deng also closed the door to his room.
Six o'clock came soon. At this time, all the doors seemed to be affected by the supernatural, and the vacant rooms were all closed at this time.
As the sound of the door closing disappeared, this floor returned to a deathly silence.
(End of this chapter)