Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 115 End
The fire quickly engulfed the human-skin paper on the wall. The moment it burned, Lin Xian knew clearly that everything the human-skin paper said in this inn was a lie.
Under normal circumstances, no matter how powerful the will-o'-the-wisp on the knife is, it would not be able to burn the real human skin paper. If it were Yang Jian, he could only dispose of it by burying it [-] meters underground.
"It's getting late. Go to the path you took during the day. The recipient won't appear on the second floor. We need to get down as soon as possible."
Lin Xian took back the knife and turned around to leave the mourning hall.
Zhou Deng nodded. He was not surprised by Lin Xian's actions, but he regretted that he was holding a human skin mask instead of the knife in this guy's hand.
The group put on their masks and walked towards one of the paths in the inn.
The shadows that went upstairs first had already arrived at the inn when a few people came out. These ghosts also wore human skin masks, but they did not have any weapons in their hands, and they were wandering in the corridor so strangely.
Seeing this scene, Lin Xian just paused for a while and left. There were five ghosts wearing human skin masks on the promenade, and they happened to meet the five dead messengers. If there is no accident, the portrait on the mourning hall Above, black and white photos of the five messengers will also be listed in sequence.
Zhou Deng walked at the front. The path he passed during the day was not too long. The group of people quickly arrived at their destination along a secluded and dim bluestone road.
This is the end of the path, a wall sealed by bluestone bricks. In the innermost part of the wall, a rusty bronze statue stands quietly.
"Has this statue been moved?" Zhou Deng frowned. He came closer suspiciously. He remembered that during the day, no one had touched the bronze statue after they left. However, when they came back at night, the statue But he returned to his original position.
"Didn't you move this when you came here?" Lin Xian said.
"No, we only moved once, and it was the only time we opened the cave." Zhou Deng said firmly.
"Maybe it was affected by this inn, or it might be moved by a ghost."
Lin Xian didn't think so. After understanding the dangerous situation of this inn, he became more relaxed, at least not as rigid as when he first arrived.
When he got closer, he looked at the bronze sculpture in the darkness, but felt an inexplicable familiarity.
The bronze sculpture looks like a man, but his face has been smeared with a sharp weapon, and there are traces of burning on it, making him look hideous and terrifying.
"Is this the owner of the inn?"
Recalling the photo that Feng Xiumei showed him at that time, Lin Xian seemed to have found someone who matched him.
After carefully examining it for two seconds, he was sure that this was indeed the manager of the inn and Feng Xiumei's wife, but this bronze sculpture should be an enlarged version, after all, the old man in the photo is far less than two meters tall.
But what does it mean to place the bronze sculpture in this place?
unknown.
The most important thing right now is to leave this place and return to the first floor.
Lin Xian stretched out the red ghost hand, and under the influence of reality, the bronze sculpture was quickly moved to another place without the help of others.
As the bronze statue was removed, its true appearance was quickly revealed under the rollers.
It was a dark hole, but when you looked closer, you could see the scene on the first floor of the Family Skin Inn from inside the hole, as if some ghost land connected the two places.
But this kind of phenomenon can't be seen much, because there is still a ghost in the entrance of the cave, and this ghost will attack anyone who wants to enter or wanders near the entrance of the cave.
Before coming, Lin Xian had heard Zhou Deng tell him about the ghost, so he quickly pushed Zhang You near the cave entrance.
"Take off the mask, don't worry, nothing will happen." Lin Xian pretended to comfort him.
At this moment, Zhang You refused in his heart, but he only hated himself for not having the strength, and he had no choice but to do what Lin Xian did.
This is the difference between ordinary people and ghost masters. In supernatural events, the status of any ordinary person is low and can only be used as a pawn to test the rules.
Xia Yu watched this scene without saying a word, because she knew that if Zhang You died, she would be the next puppet.
After waiting for a short time, the time quickly came to 10:[-] in the morning, and there were only the last [-] minutes left before the letter delivery task.
Soon, another 10 minutes passed, and the task of delivering the message was about to arrive. However, the ghost under the cave entrance never appeared.
"Aren't you here?" Lin Xian pondered.
Zhang You shrugged, as if to prove what Lin Xian said, he looked at the entrance of the cave, where he saw the scene at the front desk on the first floor of the inn.
However, at this moment, a bloody hand suddenly stretched out from the hole, and directly grabbed Zhang You's ankle, trying to drag the man into the hole.
"It's finally here."
Seeing this, Lin Xian immediately launched the ghost domain, trying to isolate Zhang You through the ghost domain, and then use his scarlet and weird right hand to restrict him.
However, I still underestimated the ability of this ghost. It can snatch the palm of a living person from the hands of a thief ghost. How can it be so easy to deal with.
The ghost domain that originally isolated Zhang You seemed to be affected by some kind of supernatural power, and the red light quickly dimmed. This bloody palm directly invaded, and precisely locked Zhang You outside.
"Spiritual invasion?" Lin Xian narrowed his eyes. At this moment, his right hand had already been stretched out. On the scarlet right hand was a small knife full of cracks.
The bloody hand at the entrance of the cave was still tearing at Zhang You, and the powerful force almost dragged him into it even though it was separated by a layer of ghost domain.
However, following the invasion of another ghost hand, Lin Xian thrust the knife into the bloody hand that grabbed Zhang's right ankle.
wow~
The will-o'-the-wisp on the tip of the knife suddenly expanded several times, and the will-o'-the-wisp directly ignited the palm.
Lin Xian took advantage of the flames of the will-o'-the-wisp to lift up the ghost hand, and dragged it out together with the bloody hand at the entrance of the cave. The bloody hand that was pulled out immediately let go of Zhang's right ankle as the flames expanded.
However, Lin Xian didn't dare to hold the knife again, because the heat from the handle can also ignite supernatural powers, which he had already seen when he fought with Feng Xiumei.
The bloody hand seemed to be ignited by the will-o'-the-wisp, and it was still twitching non-stop at this moment. Just when everyone thought that the hand would be burned by the will-o'-the-wisp, the ignited fire suddenly disappeared the next moment.
"Ok?"
Lin Xian's expression changed. In the ghost realm, what he saw was this hand using some ability to extinguish the fire on his body.
That seems to be somewhat similar to Zhou Deng's ghost.
"We have to hurry up. If this ghost can't be dealt with, then let's send him away for now."
Lin Xian had no intention of testing this ghost, because he didn't have much time left for him now.
In the air, in the cracks intertwined with blood lines, Lin Xian connected to a certain supernatural place in the inn, pulled out a knife, and using the ability of the ghost hand, he threw the bloody hand in the hole into it.
This time, he didn't have a container to hold Li Gui in hand, so he could only deal with it this way for the time being. Lin Xian still felt a little regretful about this.
"The ability displayed by this ghost is very similar to that of Zhou Deng. It seems that it can transfer the supernatural powers in its body. It would be great if it can be used as a puzzle for my ghost."
Closing the supernatural channel of the ghost hand, Lin Xian thought, he wanted to use this ghost hand, but unfortunately he already had two palms. After completing this part of the puzzle, it was obviously impossible to add more. .
"If there is a chance to come here in the future, it would be good to sell it to Zhou Deng as a favor. After all, this hand fits well with his ghost."
Back near the entrance of the cave, Lin Xian had already planned to hit the bloody palm.
"The time is almost up, are you sure you want to go down? What if the recipient of the letter appears on the second floor?"
At this time, Zhou Deng who was on the side came over, he still had some concerns in his heart.
"The purpose of the human skin paper on the first floor is to guide us to the second floor. There is no formal way downstairs from the second floor, which already shows that this inn does not want us to complete the task of delivering letters."
Lin Xian explained, "Do you still remember what Feng Xiumei said at that time?"
"She said that the courier was tricked by someone in the inn."
At this point, Lin Xian had no intention of explaining any more. In his opinion, there was no condition for the messenger to come out on the second floor.
Everyone was silent when they heard the words. They all acquiesced to what Lin Xian said. This man's observation was very keen, so keen that he didn't let go of some small details or even a word in someone else's mouth.
I looked at the time, there were 3 minutes left.
Lin Xian didn't hesitate. This time, he didn't intend to let Zhang Youzai test the so-called risks, because there was not enough time, so he chose to use the ghost domain to bring other people into this place together.
The dark hole gave people a bottomless feeling, but at this moment, a red light broke the surrounding darkness.
In the ghost realm, Lin Xian followed the dark hole and went deeper. He didn't stop until he saw the projection on the first floor.
However, the inn on the first floor was deserted at this time. Only the human skin photo frame behind the cashier was still writing.
"My name is Zhao Guoliang. When you came to this Jiapi Inn, I was already dead."
"At 58:[-] that day, I reappeared in the inn, but I didn't seem to come back as a living person. My little sister didn't revive me, and my backhand didn't seem to have any effect. As a result, I was wandering on the first floor of the inn, as if waiting for something."
"Time passed very slowly. When I came back again, I found that this family leather inn had become lonely. The place where the living people used to live has now become a hotel where ghosts live. This completely violated my original intention of establishing this place. I want to pick up this burden again, to provide some convenience to the courier in the post office in Luo Wensong, or to provide a safe environment for the normal passengers on the bus, but I have lost this ability.”
"The time came to 59:[-], and I found that there were some changes in this inn. The way up the stairs seemed to be blocked. I don't know if there are some changes in the spirit of this place after my death. , Now I just hope that the people who go upstairs will not touch that mourning hall, there are too many ghosts imprisoned there, once they are released, the consequences will be absolutely disastrous."
"I don't seem to have much time to wake up. When it was close to twelve o'clock, I discovered that there were several living people coming down from the second floor of my inn."
"No, that's not right. They may not be alive, especially the young man who headed them. He gave me a very different feeling. The aura on his body seemed to remind me of an old friend. Unfortunately, it was too long ago. I have already Can not remember."
"Twelve o'clock came soon, and those four young men walked towards me. I sat on a grand teacher's chair, and I didn't take any action against these young men, because I was in the hands of one of them. They came across a familiar thing, they seemed to be the messengers from the Luo Wenzong post office."
"The black letters are indeed some amazing young people, but shouldn't the post office be used to train some ordinary people to fight against this supernatural age? How come this kind of place now?"
"It seems that Luo Wensong's post office has also changed. Maybe he has also left."
"These people seem to be afraid of me, but due to the delivery conditions of the post office, they still chose to deliver this letter to me."
"The envelope is very familiar. I also entered this place back then, but there was nothing written inside. I know that this is the usual style of the post office. The purpose is just to allow these couriers to complete the task of delivering letters."
"At [-]:[-], these young men left my inn. They took some things from me. They were not valuable, and I gave them them."
"At twelve o'clock and two, these descendants have disappeared. I finally remembered the familiar aura of that descendant. He turned out to be Li Shulian's back-up man. Sure enough, some of the top city gods have their own means of resurrection. It's a pity. My backhand is useless. Maybe, only my little sister can have this opportunity."
"At [-]:[-], the supernatural power that maintained my body was disintegrating, and my body began to disappear."
outside the inn.
On the path in the supernatural land, Lin Xian was wearing the human skin mask he took from the first floor, still recalling what the human skin paper said in his mind.
He didn't read the information after twelve o'clock on this piece of paper, but all the information before twelve o'clock matched, and Lin Xian got a lot of important information from this piece of paper.
The owner of the Human Skin Inn is Zhao Guoliang, who belongs to the same group as Luo Wensong, and they all know the existence of Li Shulian and call themselves this woman's back-up man.
In addition, changes in the city god, the post office, the mourning hall, and the inn. Based on this information, he seemed to gradually piece together the past events of the Republic of China.
Stopping on the side of the road, his ghost domain quickly expanded. Through the superimposition of ghost hands and ghost flowers, he successfully tore open this ghost land. Outside the intertwined red lines, there was an uproar in the urban area. Real world scenes.
(End of this chapter)