Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 106 Entering the mourning hall at night
Lin Xian was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.
But Zhou Deng took action at this time. He took a fancy to the mask on the ghost's face. The style of the mask was very similar to his own, but there were essential differences. The most obvious thing was that it was a mask. A mask made of complete human skin, but this pair of mine is only a half-finished product.
If you can turn into a ghost by wearing this mask, then why not get such a good thing into your own hands?
After saying that, he winked at Lin Xian who was on the side, and then looked at the fierce ghost not far away who was still knocking on the door.
At this time, the ghost had already arrived at the door of Room 1004.
Zhou Deng stood where he was, but at this moment he had already used his supernatural power.
Lin Xian didn't stop Zhou Deng, but he also wanted to see how outrageous the thief ghost's ability was, after all, he was the man who could steal Zhang Xianguang's big knife.
The sight is on the ghost in front of the door of room 1004. Under the illumination of the candle, the mask on the ghost's face is loose at this moment. It seems that an invisible person has grabbed the mask and is still trying to force it tear.
It was also at this time that the ghost knocking on the door also stopped what it was doing. It turned its body around with a sharp knife and walked towards the direction of the two of them.
On the candlelight, the mask on Li Gui's face swayed, and under the light of the fire, it flickered on and off, which was extremely strange.
After watching it for a while, Lin Xian still chose to do it.
It seems that Zhou Deng couldn't move himself when he used the thief's ghost spirit. He didn't know it, so this is just a guess.
The scarlet ghost hand stretched out from the ground and directly grabbed the ghost's ankle.
As if encountering resistance, Li Gui's body leaned forward subconsciously, and then fell heavily to the ground.
"Ok?"
Lin Xian was puzzled, is this ghost so weak?It's just that the ghost tripped and fell to the ground?
However, this is the fact. After the ghost fell to the ground, it didn't get up again.
At the same time, an extra mask appeared in Zhou Deng's hand at this time, which was the human skin that the ghost had been wearing all along.
"Successful."
Zhou Deng looked at the brand new human skin mask in his hand with joy at this moment. He couldn't wait to put it on.
However, Lin Xian didn't pay attention to the mask on the ghost, but looked at the fierce ghost lying on the ground.
It's too abnormal to be motionless, people will twitch twice when they die, let alone a ghost that cannot be killed?
Using the ghost's hand, he turned the ghost's body around, but what he saw surprised him.
Because the ghost's face was a person he was familiar with, and Zhou Deng also knew that this person was a messenger who died during the day, Li Biao.
"How could it be him?"
Lin Xian didn't understand that people who died during the day put on the mask of a ghost at night and wandered around the inn playing the role of the ghost knocking on the door.
If this is the case, could the person who knocked on the door yesterday also be a living person who died before?
After quickly walking to the front and confirming that this person was really Li Biao, both of them couldn't help showing expressions of disbelief.
But since it's not a ghost, then this matter will be easier to handle.
It seems that the inn at night is not as dangerous as imagined.
Picking up the knife in Li Biao's hand, Lin Xian stood up again.
This is a supernatural weapon. Since Zhou Deng took away the human skin mask, it shouldn't be too much to carve up this weapon for himself, right?
The small knife is heavy in the hand, not as light as imagined. Moreover, when Lin Xian held the knife, a strong burning sensation came from the knife body, and there were faint flames beating on the tip of the knife. Like it came out of the stove.
But fortunately, the supernatural power of the ghost hand is not weak, and it is still possible to hold this small knife.
Zhou Deng had no intention of taking advantage of the knife. After all, Lin Xian had just delayed the ghost, otherwise it would not be that easy to steal the mask.
At this time, he had already replaced his original mask, and now he was wearing a complete human skin mask.
"This guy is more ghostly than ever."
Lin Xian couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Sure enough, there was a difference between defective products and complete objects.
He didn't speak, but walked towards the doors of other rooms.
Now that the 'ghosts' wandering in the corridor have been dealt with, it's okay to call all these messengers, and it's still very useful to let them test the rules when necessary.
With the division of labor between the two, finally, the messengers in the six rooms all opened the door at this moment and all walked out, but for the sake of safety, Lin Xian still asked them to wear the masks in their respective rooms.
The faces of these messengers all have their own advantages and disadvantages, but most of them are puzzled and surprised.
Because they all know about the evil spirits in the inn at night, and in a sense, the structure of this inn is similar to that of a post office. They don't dare to violate the rules of the post office, so naturally they don't dare to violate the rules of this inn. .
"Lin Xian, you asked us to come out at night, did you find a clue?"
Xia Yu in room 1007 put on a mask, and intuitively told him that the two ghost masters had found some useful information.
"Not yet, I just want to bring you with me." Lin Xian replied lightly.
Everyone was silent, but they all knew in their hearts that Lin Xian wanted to find someone to use as cannon fodder. Although this method was not pleasing, no one dared to refute.
The corridor soon came to an end, and finally at the corner, several people came to the mourning hall again.
There seemed to be some differences between the mourning hall at night and during the day, the most obvious of which was that there were fewer tribute fruits on the Eight Immortals table, and there were two more candles emitting green light on both sides of the portrait.
Someone seems to have visited the mourning hall.
Lin Xian glanced at the human skin photo frame on the wall, but ignored it.
But the human skin paper didn't think so. At this moment, it was writing handwriting on the paper very diligently, trying to attract Lin Xian's attention.
However, Lin Xian didn't even bother to take a look at it, because he knew that nothing good could come out of this human-skinned mouth.
His eyes moved to the photo of the deceased on the table of the Eight Immortals. The photo of the deceased was also different from that of the day, because the photo of the deceased at this time was no longer blank, but had a photo.
That is Li Biao's posthumous photo.
Li Biao died, and his photo was hung on the mourning hall at night. After closing at six o'clock, he wore a mask and pretended to be a ghost, knocking on everyone's door.
"Zhang You, your fate is better, take down this posthumous photo."
Suddenly, Lin Xian spoke up. It was still Zhang You, a tool man. He seemed to be arranged. Whenever there was an unknown risk, he would be asked to test it first.
However, Zhang You did not speak. Wearing a mask, he could not see his expression, but everyone could feel the helplessness and depression in his heart at this time.
"If you can survive this incident, you can come to my club to work."
Glancing at Zhang You who was walking over, Lin Xian spoke again, not because he wanted this messenger, but because he felt that after several trials, this person's life was indeed big enough, if he came to work in his club, he would be useful in the future It can be dispatched at any time.
This sentence can be described as murderous, and Zhang You, who had no hope of delivering the letter this time, almost spit out a mouthful of old blood when he heard the words, and he was almost not mad at this guy.
Taking a long breath, he had already accepted his fate. He would just die. Meeting this guy Lin Xian in this life would be regarded as his eighth lifetime bad luck.
Lin Xian was unmoved. What the human skin paper said was true, but it would also set traps in it. What he wanted to verify was whether the human skin paper had set any traps on this portrait.
Zhang You's palm quickly touched the portrait, and he held the heavy, weird black and white portrait in his hand. At this moment, he felt a little guilty, because the person on the portrait lived in the same room as him the day before yesterday.
(End of this chapter)