Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 60 Reorganization of the Messenger Team
Baldhead was a little tired after running for a long time, but his drunkenness had also subsided a lot.

From the moment he set foot on that strange path, the inexplicable fear prevented him from observing his surroundings and he didn't know where he was now.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have drank so much with those turtles." The bald man was panting and shivering as he looked at the people around him.

An indifferent look is cast from the painting, and the look is no different from looking at a dead person.

In a place like the post office, a reckless person won't last long.

The bald man didn't dare to look at those weird portraits anymore, and turned to Zhang Qian, "Hey, why don't you say anything? Where is this place? Who are you?"

"The sign at the door is clearly written. If you can read, you will know that this is called the Ghost Post Office." Zhang Qian pointed to the deep corridor to the side without looking back, "Now you can go and find out if there is anyone in those rooms. If so, If so, they'll explain the rest to you."

After that, Zhang Qian went on to communicate with Hua by himself.

His arrogant look made the bald head a little annoyed, and he suddenly became drunk.

Ignoring the strange surroundings, the bald man raised his hand to grab Zhang Qian's shoulder, "Damn it, I'm still hesitating when I ask you, are you looking for a slap in the face?"

"Crack."

There was a crisp metallic sound from the barrel of the gun, and the golden sand eagle's cold barrel pressed against the can's head.

The bald head was nervous for a moment, and then said angrily: "Are you stupid? You want to scare someone with a broken toy gun..."

"boom!"

A plume of green smoke floated out of the muzzle, and a hot bullet flew out, grazing the bald scalp, and disappeared into the darkness outside the ghost post office.

The huge sound shook the bald man's head, and his arrogant expression suddenly froze on his face.

The hot bullet casings clinked to the ground, breaking the silence in the front hall.

A warm current flowed down the bald head's tight pants, "Huh?"

"Get in or get out, or the next shot will blow your dog's head off." Zhang Qian's voice was cold, and the warm muzzle of the gun nodded his bald head in warning.

Although the bald man is the so-called big brother in society, he usually just drinks some wine and dances. Where have you seen such scenes?
The brothers didn't fight very hard, most of them just talked, and they never expected that someone could actually pull out a real gun.

He stumbled into the corridor, accidentally fell down, and immediately struggled to get up.

Helplessly, his sore feet couldn't exert any strength, and he couldn't stand up after two attempts. He wailed in a tearful voice, "Brother, don't kill me. I won't run away. You can do anything you ask me!"

But his movements were very fast, he rolled and climbed and quickly disappeared deep into the corridor.

The effect is good...

Zhang Qian blew at the non-existent gunpowder smoke and put the gun back into the holster on his waist with satisfaction.

If Li Gui really wanted to take action, he would be either dead or injured, and a very nervous person might even think that it was just an illusion.

In comparison, a gun is more of a deterrent. At least once the trigger is pulled, the fool knows how to speak calmly.

But when Zhang Qian turned around, he was a little surprised and said, "Where is the person?"

In less than half a minute, the young man in the painting had already disappeared.

There was no change in the room in the painting, except that the door was opened at some point, as if someone had just left here.

"That young man has been communicating with me for so long, and the desire he showed doesn't seem fake. Under this premise, he will definitely not give up on me, so someone kidnapped him?"

Zhang Qian looked at the empty wilderness outside the door. An abstract moon hung half in the night sky, showing a bit of indescribable weirdness.

The winding path disappeared into the grass, leading nowhere.The eyes of the people in the painting around him were still empty and numb, completely unaware of the changes here.

"Someone interrupted my communication with the young man. He wanted to stop me from exploring the truth about the people in these paintings? Is it Luo Wensong? No, Luo Wensong should disdain and have no need for such little tricks..."

Zhang Qian quickly overturned his guess and had a bolder idea.

"There is a mysterious person hiding in the post office. He does not want to reveal his existence. It is just the youth or some of my actions that threaten him."

The final message that the young man wanted to convey was that the person in the painting was actually just a clone of the original body.

One is trapped in the painting, so where did the other go?
Maybe he has escaped from the post office, and the opportunity is during the letter delivery mission on the fifth floor.

That’s why young people think that they both belong to the fifth floor and do not belong to the fifth floor.

And maybe that mysterious person is such an existence?In order to avoid the secret being exposed, they chose to abduct the young man.

"What's the point of just doing this...I just want to hear the story without doing anything to them."

Hey, can't we all sit down and talk?

If you don't like it, you might as well start a fight, so why be so timid?
If you can't figure it out, don't think about it.

The letter delivery mission was about to begin, and Zhang Qian was curious about who or which ghost would be the recipient.

After walking on creaking wooden boards for a while, a zigzag-shaped patio appeared at the end of the corridor.

Several mottled doors are arranged neatly, and the door "13" among them is slightly open with a gap.

Pushing the door open, there are familiar faces and some new faces.

The one who looks familiar is naturally Wang Shang, but now he looks much calmer, and the slightly thick bags under his eyes make him feel a little gloomy.

The other three people should be newcomers who have joined for the first time. There is a bald guy who has just met, a frail young man huddled in the corner with his head buried, and a girl huddled on the sofa to catch up on her sleep?
As for his former teammates, Gao Yong died in the tattoo parlor, Xu Shaowen should have been promoted to the second floor, but that woman didn't come for some reason.

"Brother, you're here." Wang Shang's eyes flashed when he saw Zhang Qian.

"How's it going? Have you told the newcomers about the ghost post office?"

"We're still waiting for you."

"Then let's introduce ourselves first, and at least get to know each other's names." Zhang Qian said, "My name is Zhang Qian."

"Wang Shang."

"Brother Tiger." The bald man just finished speaking. He felt that his name was a bit ambiguous, so he immediately changed his words and said, "No, just call me Xiaohu."

The room fell into silence. The sleeping girl opened her eyes and found that everyone was looking at her, "...Jiang Dan."

Zhang Qian was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "The changes are quite big. Let's discuss it when we have time."

The difference between the front and back is even more outrageous than plastic surgery. I don’t know what kind of supernatural power it is.

Is it possible that there is a beauty ghost?I don’t know if it looks good or not.

Although Zhang Qian was just curious about Li Gui, it was unusual for Jiang Dan to hear these words. She could only wrap her coat around her and sighed inwardly.

I hope Zhang Qian’s life is tough enough.

(End of this chapter)