Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 557 Post Office Secrets
Cao Yang's words made the three people fall into silence. This is a cruel reality. Wang Xiaoming has already entered the safe house, which means that if the headquarters decides to rescue him, it means that they will have to abandon other people.

As Mr. Cao said, this is a matter of life and death. How many people can remain rational in the face of death?
"If you just need a Wang Xiaoming, then it's very simple."

A patch of grayish-white color suddenly appeared under Cao Yang's feet. It looked like a mirror, and different things could be seen from different angles. The colors spread rapidly like dyes, staining the surrounding ground.

Then, Cao Yang stretched out his hand and a person appeared out of thin air in the room. It was Wang Xiaoming, but this Wang Xiaoming was dressed in gray all over and exuded a cold aura, like a person walking out of a portrait.

"This"

Shocked, extremely shocked, this method cannot be described in words.

Create human beings?
"Mr. Cao?"

Wang Xiaoming's eyes were a little confused at first, but soon returned to his usual calm and rational state.

"You shouldn't have rescued me. Yang Jian is already trying to figure out how to deal with that thing."

Wang Xiaoming said calmly, it seemed that this Wang Xiaoming created by Mr. Cao also had the memory of Wang Xiaoming who was trapped in Dachang City, but this memory was a bit strange, and he did not realize his own specialness.

Cao Yang waved his hand, and Wang Xiaoming disappeared instantly, as if he had never existed.

Cao Yanhua rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He wanted to convince himself that everything that had just happened was an illusion, but the facts were already in front of him and he could not doubt or deny it.

Without waiting for anyone to speak, Cao Yang left.

"Mr. Cao's method is really..."

Zhao Jianguo was also shocked and speechless. This was not the first time that the supernatural subverted his cognition, but this was definitely the most special one.

Dahan City, Cao Yang came here after leaving the command center.

Compared to other large cities, Dahan City has far fewer supernatural events, and even the headquarters cannot explain the reasons.

No. 869 Jianshe Road.

This is an unfinished building. From the outside, it looks nothing special. The city’s head, Sun Rui, has investigated it several times but found nothing unusual.

"The starving ghost incident, the ghost bus, the Caesar Hotel, the ghost messenger incident, and the destruction of the circle of friends."

Cao Yang stood in front of the unfinished building, sorting out the normal plot thread in his mind. However, many situations have changed in this life, and there is a high probability that the plot will not develop according to the previous one. The derailed parts need to be filled and corrected by himself.

"Take control of the Ghost Post Office first."

With a flash of gray light, Cao Yang's figure disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was standing in front of a five- or six-story building in the style of the Republic of China.

The old building was covered with moss, and the walls were dark and black, revealing a cold atmosphere everywhere. There was a circle of neon lights around the plaque at the gate, and the gloomy red and green lights illuminated the three words on the plaque -

Ghost Post Office.

Without hesitation, Cao Yang violently pushed open the door of the ghost post office and rushed in. He happened to see several people holding a yellow letter and discussing something.

The loud noise immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the young man holding the letter in the lead was stunned.

"Are you kidding me? An old man forced his way into a ghost post office?"

An expression of astonishment appeared on Fu Qinghua's face. As a person who had delivered two letters, he was well aware of the horror of this ghost post office. However, today his perception was overturned by an old man.

Cao Yang stretched out his hand, and the letter that was originally in Fu Qinghua's hand appeared directly in his hand.

"What are you doing, old man?!" Fu Qinghua was shocked and angry. For a moment, he was no longer shocked and just wanted to snatch the letter back immediately. If the old man accidentally damaged the letter, the consequences would be disastrous.

The others also stared at Cao Yang. There were dangers in the letter delivery mission, but even so they would rather take the risk, because the price of tearing up the letter was to face the evil spirit, and the appearance of the evil spirit meant that everyone's living space was compressed to the minimum.

"Hiss-!"

The worst still happened.

Cao Yang tore up the letter in front of everyone. He didn't even open the envelope to check the contents of the letter.

"you"

Fu Qinghua's face turned pale instantly, and fear began to spread in everyone's hearts.

"Stay with me, I'll make sure you're all right."

Cao Yang's nonchalance formed a sharp contrast with the panic of the crowd. A chill rose up in the shabby first-floor lobby at some point, and even the temperature dropped sharply.

It was still daytime, but the hall was shrouded in darkness, and the darkness was getting worse, as if thick ink was quickly permeating the air.

"Just one ghost?"

At this moment, the darkness was instantly replaced by a grayish white, and the source of the darkness was exposed in front of Cao Yang: a highly decomposed corpse, wearing tattered clothes, exuding a decayed and stale smell.

The gray faded away, and when the messengers came to their senses, the hall was bright again. The darkness and coldness just now seemed like an illusion.

"This old man actually restrained the evil spirit with his bare hands."

Fu Qinghua turned his head and found that there was a rotten corpse in Cao Yang's hand.

Obviously, it was an evil ghost, the one that had just been attracted by the tearing of the letter. However, the ghost was finished before it even started killing. The evil ghost was like a rookie in front of this inconspicuous old man.

"Stay with me, I'll make sure you're all right."

Fu Qinghua thought of what the old man had just said. At first he thought the old man was crazy, but now it seems that he was blind.

Not only Fu Qinghua, but several others were also stunned. They were all messengers on the first floor and had no ability to resist the evil spirit. The most they could do was to understand the rules and try to reduce the number of deaths.

Coincidentally, this was Fu Qinghua's third letter, but it was intercepted by Cao Yang at this moment. He resisted the attack of the evil spirit after tearing up the letter. According to the rules of the post office, Cao Yang could go to the second floor.

Some changes appeared in Cao Yang's sight. The U-shaped room in the lobby on the first floor disappeared, and was replaced by a huge staircase several meters wide.

The stairs were made of wood, the same material as the floor they had walked on before, but they were shrouded in a layer of darkness. The darkness got darker the higher they went, and in the end, they couldn't see clearly what was at the end of the stairs.

"Go upstairs."

Walking on the old and rotten wooden stairs, ignoring the shaking feeling under his feet, Cao Yang went straight through the dimness and darkness and came to the second floor of the ghost post office.

It was afternoon now, so Cao Yang did not find any trace of the messengers. They seemed not to be in the post office, or they might have received the letter delivery mission and had already gone out.

“It’s too slow to go up layer by layer like this.”

Cao Yang frowned slightly, but there was nothing he could do for the moment. Breaking into the post office himself should be considered as actively becoming a messenger. If he followed the original work, the post office might assign letter delivery tasks based on his own strength, but it was hard to say whether there was any behind-the-scenes manipulation by the managers.

"It's not impossible that Zhang Xianguang is targeting Yang Jian. Before Yang Jian arrived, other messengers had never received such a high-level mission. The strength of the high-level messengers in Endless Cemetery, Mingyue Community, and Linzhong Ancient House may not be bad, but there is still a gap compared to Yang Jian. If it is the post office itself that is operating, it should not let the messenger participate in such a mission that is equivalent to sending oneself to death."

(End of this chapter)