Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

Chapter 558 Headquarters Meeting
(I have been having a serious writer's block recently. After thinking for a while, I decided not to continue writing the main text. The subsequent chapters will not be connected to the plot. Readers can treat it as an independent chapter. The timeline and background of this chapter will be explained at the beginning of the chapter.)
After spending some time, Cao Yang "completed" all the letter delivery tasks, entered room 601, left his name on the book, and became the new manager.

"Luo Wensong, Tian Xiaoyue, Zhang Xianguang"

Like before, there are three managers of the Ghost Post Office, but Luo Wensong is dead and Tian Xiaoyue has been dismembered. The person who truly controls the Ghost Post Office is Zhang Xianguang, and he hides in an oil painting pretending to be a dead spirit.

"The administrators have the same authority, but there is a gap in their own abilities. However, if it were me, Zhang Xianguang would not be able to stop me from making changes to the Ghost Post Office, although I have no intention of changing anything."

Cao Yang left the Ghost Post Office. At this time, a full month had passed since the end of the starving ghost incident. During this period, a human head balloon incident broke out in ZS City. At the same time, an X-level special supernatural incident was also included in the headquarters archives, and Yang Jian was involved in both incidents.

Dajing City, headquarters.

"Mr. Cao, the headquarters is planning to hold a large meeting in a while, what do you think?"

Cao Yanhua came to the villa to find Cao Yang and asked tentatively.

Ghost riders are different from ordinary people. Most of them have very bad personalities, not to mention some who are on the verge of resuscitation. No one can stay calm in the face of death. Everyone is a powder keg. Cao Yanhua was worried that the headquarters' background could not deter some lunatics, so he went to find Old Cao.

"I will show up."

Cao Yang's response was simple, but Cao Yanhua felt relieved immediately after hearing it. Although he didn't know how strong Cao Lao was, he thought that he could suppress most ghost riders. Just based on the fact that he could handle three evil ghosts with ease, Cao Yanhua was confident in him.

"Then I'll excuse you."

Twenty days passed again, and the day for the headquarters meeting was approaching. Many ghost riders had already planned their itineraries, and some even arrived in Dajing City in advance. They were all accommodated in the Ping An Hotel.

"They are not easy to mess with, so stay away from them."

Outside the Ping An Hotel, a man in a security uniform and sunglasses muttered quietly.

His name is Gao Ming, and he is one of the three leaders of Dajing City. He has a very high level of insight into supernatural traces. In his eyes, this Ping An Hotel has become one of the most dangerous places in the entire Dajing City. As someone who always likes to slack off, he naturally would not take the initiative to put himself in a dangerous position.

"withdraw."

Accompanied by the roar of a motorcycle engine, Gao Ming drove away.

Today is the day for the headquarters meeting, and all the invited ghost riders have arrived at the training base.

Ghost Eye Yang Jian who solved the S-level incident, veteran ghost rider Feng Quan, and some ghost riders who are relatively low-key in the circle gathered together. It is hard to say whether there will be any conflicts between these people.

ZS City, Caesar Hotel.

A middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a retro Zhongshan suit, appeared on the fourth floor of the hotel. In front of him was a road that did not exist in reality. On both sides of the road were closed doors. The old European-style doors were obviously different from real hotel doors, but the layout was the same.

"An old guy broke into the Ghost Post Office and even became the manager. I can't let him affect my plan. I have to get rid of him, even if it means wasting time."

As the middle-aged man spoke, he took out a stack of paper from his chest pocket. It seemed to be a newspaper, but the newspaper was stained with scarlet blood, which looked inexplicably creepy.

"I put a lot of effort into getting this thing. Nightmare Yang Xiao is really hard to kill."

A face appeared in the man's mind. Although he had eliminated the other person, his extremely strange and supernatural power still made him feel frightened.

"Fortunately, I'm the better one."

Three hours later, the man left the Caesar Hotel, but there were several bloody handprints on his Zhongshan suit. The handprints were so bright that they almost seemed to be dripping with blood.

"Go, bring that evil painting here."

After a short phone call, the middle-aged man opened the ghost cave and turned into a stream of light and headed north. Dajing City, training base.

About ten kilometers away from the training base, there is a secret experimental base, which was built by the headquarters for Wang Xiaoming to do research. However, Wang Xiaoming went to attend a meeting today. Except for some necessary security personnel, there were no ghost riders here, only the ghost coffin that had not been thoroughly studied.

"Captain Zhao."

"Well, Professor Wang asked me to come get some materials."

The identity of the visitor was very special and he was not stopped at all.

The man moved towards the deepest part and stopped in front of the isolation room where the ghost coffin was stored.

"Open the coffin lid and release the evil spirit."

A strong thought quickly occupied the man's mind like some kind of command and instinct.

At the same time, a headquarters meeting was taking place in the training base, and a document called "Captain Plan" was sent to many ghost riders.

"Appoint a captain, allocate resources, and form a team."

Yang Jian looked at the document in his hand. He had heard about this plan from Wang Xiaoming a long time ago. When he first arrived in Dajing City, a ghost rider also used this as a price to win him over. It was enough to see that the position of captain was very tempting. However, becoming the captain would not be an easy task.

Looking around, there were not many people who received this document: a man in his early twenties with a sallow and sickly look; a man with an ordinary appearance, exuding a cold aura.

"Strange, what did that person look like just now?"

In just a moment, Yang Jian realized that he had forgotten the appearance of that ordinary-looking man. He only knew that this person existed, but he could not remember his appearance at all.

"Li Leping."

This time, Yang Jian deliberately took a look at the name tag on the other person's desk, which had his name on it.

"Cao Yang."

This is another ghost rider who got the document. He looks to be in his early twenties, like a college student. He looks very normal on the outside, with no signs of physical deterioration or spiritual erosion. If he had not been able to attend this meeting, Yang Jian would even suspect whether the other party was a ghost rider.

The last one was a man named Jiang Shangbai, who was wearing a casual suit, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and looked like a successful person.

"Only five people are qualified to be captain?"

Yang Jian was skeptical about this.

The country is so big that it is impossible for the headquarters to have only five captains, not to mention that five people simply cannot have so much energy to deal with supernatural events across the country.

"Then there is only one possibility left: the other captains did not attend this meeting, or the so-called candidate captains are just a formality for them, and the headquarters has already decided on their captain positions."

Yang Jian thought to himself.

"And that old man, even though he didn't say a word, is definitely the most dangerous person in the entire conference room."

This was not an illusion, because when Yang Jian's ghost eyes saw the old man, they instinctively wanted to avoid his sight and not observe him. Even the ghost in his body was particularly well-behaved in front of the old man, as if it had fallen into silence.

(End of this chapter)