Mysterious Resurgence: Starting with the Strange Bus

Chapter 66 Liu Qingqing's Request (Please Subscribe)

The scene in the lobby on the first floor of the Ghost Post Office was very dim, with the old lights on the ceiling casting a yellowish glow.

Before Li Hui even reached the lobby on the first floor, his figure merely appeared at the corner of the stairs, and the supernatural aura surrounding him had already begun to spread.

In the lobby of the Ghost Post Office, some paper-ash-like objects appeared and kept falling from the air, eventually covering the lobby floor and piling up quickly.

At first glance, it looks as if a layer of dark paint has been laid on the floor of the hall.

Tapping.

soon.

Li Hui and the others went down the old staircase to the lobby on the first floor.

At this time, the rule of turning off the lights at night in the Ghost Post Office had ended, and the glass lamps hanging above the lobby were on, but the light emitted was dim and yellow, and the light could not fully illuminate the surrounding environment, making it seem dark and oppressive.

In addition, the vengeful ghost that had been wandering between the floors had also disappeared.

Strangely enough, Li Hui did not find the image of the vengeful ghost among the many oil paintings hanging on the fifth floor.

It seems that its existence is more secretive, and it is very likely that it is placed in a special room on a floor that only the administrator can enter.

The numerous spirits following behind Li Hui showed no interest whatsoever in the environment of the Ghost Post Office's lobby, not even bothering to look at it, silently watching Li Hui.

Several people glanced at the direction of the Ghost Post Office's entrance, their expressions extremely complex, but mostly expectant.

These wandering souls have lived in the Ghost Post Office for a long time, and they are very familiar with both the one they are currently in and the one in the painting.

Perhaps the messengers in the post office could attract their attention, but those would have to be from the fourth or fifth floor at the very least; the messengers from the first floor were not within their scope of concern.

Compared to that, the real world is more attractive to these departed souls.

"I don't know how my family is doing now. Although I am just a ghost in a painting, all my memories come from the original body, so his parents, wife, son and daughter can also be considered my family."

A middle-aged man in the crowd spoke up.

No sooner had he finished speaking than an old man beside him said, "You're lucky. If I remember correctly, you've only been in the world of the painting for less than ten years."

"In less than ten years, even if your original ghost body has been resurrected and died, your family members are probably still alive. Unlike me, I have forgotten how long I lived in the painting. In reality, most of my family members have probably passed away."

"As time goes by, the changes in the outside world are very different from those of my time. If I were an ordinary person, I would probably find it difficult to adapt to this era if I returned to the real world."

The old man's words were filled with the vicissitudes of life, and his figure seemed more ethereal than the others. The clothes he wore were old-fashioned, not modern, but rather resembled those from the Republican era.

"But you still exist, which proves that there are still people in the outside world who remember you. Even if all your relatives and friends from that era have died, there may still be descendants left behind, right?"

Yang Xiao glanced at the old man and then spoke.

These people are special.

They are still alive only because people remember them. Once they are completely forgotten by the outside world, they will perish.

This situation is similar to a certain rule of ghost drawing.

The woman in the painting cannot be remembered, otherwise it will trigger the vengeful ghost's killing pattern; and they cannot be forgotten, otherwise they will completely disappear and cease to exist in the world.

in the hall.

Li Hui didn't pay much attention to the discussion about the many dead souls. After listening for a few minutes, he withdrew his attention and looked at the oil paintings hanging on the walls of the hall.

The oil paintings in the lobby on the first floor are in the same style as those on the fifth floor of the Ghost Post Office, as if all the portraits were painted by the same person, and the overall style is dark and oppressive.

Even a landscape painting that should be perfectly normal still exudes a sinister and eerie feeling.

next moment.

Just like when he was on the fifth floor, Li Hui began to put away the oil paintings that were hanging on the walls of the lobby on the first floor.

With a thought from Li Hui, paper ash filled the air, enveloping the oil paintings on the wall. Some of the ash drifted directly into the paintings, but most of it simply wrapped them up.

Subsequently, under Li Hui's control, all the dark and eerie oil paintings were absorbed into his ghost realm, assimilated by the supernatural, and became part of his ghost realm.

This is a unique characteristic of the Ghost Realm, which is like a world that can accommodate many things, not only the supernatural, but also living people.

"what's the situation?"

The conversation among the ghosts in the hall, and the noise they made when they went downstairs earlier, seemed to have attracted the attention of the messenger on the first floor of the Ghost Post Office.

As several doors opened, footsteps echoed from the depths of the first-floor corridor; there was more than one person, indicating that there was more than one person coming.

Under the watchful eyes of Li Hui and others.

Five men and one woman, a total of six people, walked out from the depths of the corridor. Li Hui recognized the one in the lead. Well, that's not quite right. To be precise, the other person had come out when Li Hui first entered the Ghost Post Office.

He was a gaunt man with a gloomy gaze. The other five people behind him also looked unwell, with bloodshot eyes, as if they had been sleep-deprived or staying up too late.

"You are... that newcomer from last night? You're still alive, you weren't killed by the vengeful ghost?"

The man in the lead clearly recognized Li Hui as well, and sounded quite surprised as he asked, "After the post office lights went out last night, I didn't hear the door open. So you didn't survive by hiding in the room. How did you manage to do that?"

"And they..."

As he spoke, the man turned his gaze to the souls behind Li Hui, but after just one glance, his heart sank.

The main reason is that Yang Xiao and his group are too strange. They include men, women, young and old, and their clothing is also different. Such a group together is definitely not a newcomer that the Ghost Post Office just brought in.

Moreover, the man recognized several of them as people from the portraits that had been hanging on the walls of the hall earlier.

I thought of a portrait.

The man's gaze instantly shifted to the wall of the hall, but what he saw startled him once again.

All the oil paintings that used to hang there have disappeared. Whether they were portraits or various landscape paintings, they are all gone. The walls of the lobby on the first floor can be clearly seen.

The surface was pitted and uneven, looking very old, almost as rotten and softened as the ground beneath our feet.

"A vengeful ghost!"

moment.

Only this one word remained in the man's mind.

A strong sense of fear overwhelmed him, almost freezing his thoughts and leaving his brain in a state of malfunction, unable to react for a long time.

"There are seven rooms on the first floor, but there are already six messengers here. That's interesting. What are your names?"

Li Hui glanced at the six messengers and asked aloud.

"I... my name is Li Xiao," the leading man said without thinking, as if he hadn't considered anything at all and just blurted it out.

The second person to speak was a man who looked to be around thirty years old. He said his name was Li Yi.

Then the others spoke up one by one.

"Guo You".

"Chen Dong".

"Jiang Qing."

"Liu Qingqing".

The last person to speak was also the only woman among the six.

She was voluptuous, with fair skin and heavy makeup, giving her a sexy and mature look. She wore a cheongsam and a mink coat, resembling a noblewoman.

Her attire stood out among the messengers, and even the group of dead souls behind Li Hui were drawn to her, unable to resist glancing at the woman a few times.

Several of them showed expressions of surprise and doubt. It wasn't that they were attracted by Liu Qingqing's appearance, but rather that they felt this woman named Liu Qingqing was somewhat strange, though they couldn't quite put their finger on what was wrong.

same.

The gaze of the dead increased the pressure on the messengers, and it was clear that they, including Liu Qingqing, were filled with fear.

But that's understandable. Anyone who isn't stupid could tell something was wrong. After all, how could there be over thirty new people entering at once, all dressed so strangely?

Even if the post office had brought in an entire film crew from outside, it would still be impossible to have so many different styles of clothing from different eras.

"So it was this group of them..."

However, what the messengers didn't know was that Li Hui also felt a little surprised when he heard their names, because he had seen the names of three of them in the original work: Li Yi, Guo You, and Liu Qingqing.

These people were the messengers that Yang Jian, the protagonist of the original novel, encountered on the third floor.

Li Yi and Guo You were nothing special, just minor characters. But Liu Qingqing had a big problem; she was a backup plan set up by Zhang Youhong, one of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China.

"But that has nothing to do with me."

After glancing at Liu Qingqing a few times, Li Hui stopped paying attention to the messengers and began to think about leaving, turning his gaze towards the entrance of the Ghost Post Office.

"You...you're a ghost tamer, right? Do you have a way to escape this hellish place? If so, could you take me with you?"

However, before Li Hui could even take any action, Liu Qingqing seemed to sense something and spoke up to him:

"As long as you can take me away, you can ask for anything. As long as it's within my power, I'll do it. I won't haggle. Even if it's something I can't do, I'll do my best to do it."

this moment.

Liu Qingqing placed all her bets on Li Hui, praying that he would take her away from there. This seemed like an absurd thing, since the two of them didn't know each other at all and this was their first meeting. But Liu Qingqing still did it.

It's a very strange feeling.

Similar to a woman's sixth sense.

Liu Qingqing felt that the other party had the ability to take her away from this awful place.

"A demon tamer? Leave?"

Li Xiao and the others seemed somewhat puzzled, but they didn't ask. They simply watched the situation unfold quietly. Meanwhile, because the group of spirits remained motionless, their inner panic subsided somewhat.

However, Li Hui rejected Liu Qingqing's request without even thinking: "It's no use. If you want to get out of here, you can only do so by sending messages through layers of intermediaries."

“Even if I take you out now, the ghostly post office will still pull you back in, and you won’t be able to escape the mail delivery mission.”

Speaking of which.

Li Hui himself was also somewhat puzzled.

He wasn't sure if the Ghost Post Office would come after him in the same way.

Because he forcefully entered the Ghost Post Office by relying on his own supernatural powers, which is similar to Yang Jian in the original work, Yang Jian in the original work was defined as the post office messenger.

But Li Hui is different.

If he only stays on the first floor, then without a doubt, the Ghost Post Office will define him as a first-floor messenger, someone who needs to deliver mail.

However, Li Hui entered the fifth floor of the post office directly through the connecting point in the painting world. Does that mean that he is actually a messenger on the fifth floor at this moment?
At this point, the messenger on the fifth floor of the Ghost Post Office clearly did not need to deliver mail.

So Li Hui was also a little curious about how the Ghost Post Office defined him.

If he is considered a messenger from the fifth floor, then he does have the ability to help Liu Qingqing and the others temporarily escape the post office. As long as they are sent to the fifth floor through the oil painting, none of them will need to deliver mail until that black letter is retrieved.

However, Li Hui would not do that.

Liu Qingqing's entire life was arranged by others.

This might not be a bad thing for her. Zhang Youhong's supernatural powers are enough to move any ghost-controlling person in the supernatural world, even if Liu Qingqing becomes less pure as a result...

While thinking.

Li Hui's ghost domain had an even greater impact on the surrounding environment. The already dim lighting became even darker, and dense ashes spread towards the gate.

boom!
The old, dilapidated door suddenly swung open, revealing the scene outside the Ghost Post Office.

Outside, it was pitch black, but as the ashes of the paper filled the air, the darkness quickly dissipated, and the ghost post office overlapped with the unfinished building in the real world, revealing a modern city street scene to everyone.

"I can finally escape this awful place in the real world city."

One of the departed spirits couldn't help but speak up.

"Yes, it looks like a huge change. There are high-rise buildings everywhere. It's nothing like our time."

Some people have expressed similar sentiments.

"..."

Li Hui and the group of dead souls were not the only ones who witnessed this scene; Li Xiao and the other six messengers also saw the scene outside the gate.

"The post office door actually opened! Is this the power of the Ghost Tamer that Liu Qingqing was talking about?"

A fiery glint flashed in Li Xiao's eyes—a yearning for immense power—and his face lit up with anticipation as he looked at Li Hui and asked, "Could you take us with you?"

"Yes, yes, take us with you. I don't want to stay in this godforsaken place for another minute. My family is very rich. My dad is the chairman of a listed company. If you take me out, I can give you lots and lots of money."

The man named Jiang Qing quickly echoed this.

"Yes."

"Please, take me with you."

The other messengers also spoke up.

Even the man named Chen Dong knelt down directly in front of Li Hui.

Compared to survival, so-called dignity is worthless at this moment.

Compared to Li Xiao and Chen Dong, Liu Qingqing appeared unusually calm at this moment. She didn't say anything more, just stood quietly with a thoughtful expression on her face. It was unclear whether she had taken Li Hui's previous words to heart or not.

Li Hui ignored Li Xiao and the others' requests. The ghost domain enveloped himself and the figures of the dead, and then they disappeared directly inside the Ghost Post Office. The paper ash that was constantly falling in the hall suddenly vanished.

As Li Hui's supernatural influence disappeared, the surrounding scenery rapidly changed. The modern city streets outside the gate began to blur, and the pitch-black darkness reappeared.

"quick!"

"Since that person won't take us away, we'll leave on our own while the post office doors are still open."

Seeing that Li Hui ignored them, a sinister look flashed across Li Xiao's face, and he rushed toward the open door of the Ghost Post Office.

Chen Dong, Jiang Qing, Guo You, Li Yi, and others have engaged in similar behavior.

At the same time, Liu Qingqing also started moving, but instead of rushing towards the post office door like Li Xiao and the others, she turned around and walked towards the depths of the first-floor corridor.

There.

There are seven rooms.

"boom!"

However, before Liu Qingqing could reach the door of the room, a loud bang came from behind her. She turned around and found that the door of the Ghost Post Office had been closed, and none of Li Yi and the others had managed to get out.

Then Liu Qingqing withdrew her gaze and walked into one of the rooms expressionlessly, as if she had expected all of this.

"Do not……"

Along with the sound of the door closing, there were also the unwilling roars of Li Xiao and the others.

I've noticed that everyone only looks at the number of chapters, not the word count. Is this reasonable? ( )

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