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Chapter 247 The Final Showdown, The Terrified Fifth-Floor Messenger (4k)

Once Lu Ming enters the fifth floor of the post office, it means the moment for him to fight the Ghost Post Office to the death has arrived.

"Captain, my health has deteriorated again recently... Even without using supernatural methods, lividity will cover my entire body... But why does your condition seem almost unchanged from before?"

Lu Ming said without any emotional fluctuation, "Ordinary supernatural confrontations can't affect my body at all now. It's a very simple principle, nothing hard to understand."

Upon hearing this, Li Yang realized that Lu Ming's current level was beyond the comprehension of ordinary standards.

The three of them followed the eerie, decaying staircase to the fifth floor of the post office. The old wooden floorboards emitted an unpleasant musty smell and creaked underfoot.

The scene inside the post office was similar to before. Because there were no windows, it was rather dark and oppressive, and could only be illuminated by the dim lights.

Right now, it's not time to turn off the lights yet, so the danger hasn't arrived. Once the post office lights are completely turned off, the evil spirit will begin to roam inside.

The only difference between the fifth floor of the post office and the previous floors is that it displays many oil paintings.

If Yang Jian were here, he would discover that there is a portrait of his father, Yang Xiaotian, among them.

Li Yang looked around and noticed something was amiss. He immediately went to room 501 and tried to push open the door.

But he found the door locked and he couldn't open it at all.

"Captain, the door is locked and we can't open it."

He tried the next few rooms, but the same thing happened; none of the doors could be opened.

Moreover, even with the intervention of supernatural forces, this strange phenomenon persisted without any change.

Li Yang paused for a moment, then analyzed, "I suspect that there are messengers living in these rooms, but they have locked the doors from the inside using some method. We might be able to try to break in."

I advise you not to try it lightly.

Lu Ming spoke coldly.

“These rooms are clearly problematic. Either they have been invaded by supernatural forces, or the messengers inside have tampered with them. In either case, there is no need for us to have a conflict with them.”

Seemingly to verify his statement, Lu Ming took a few steps forward and grabbed something casually outside room 503.

The next moment, several strands of black hair appeared in his hand. These hairs were rotten and smelled like they had been buried in the soil for some time, carrying a foul stench of decay.

Black hair was tangled around the doorknob behind the door, blocking the lock and making it difficult for people outside to push the door open.

"..."

Upon seeing this, both Sun Rui and Li Yang fell silent.

This damn post office is indeed a deep and dangerous place. The fact that I was able to get through so easily before was entirely due to Lu Ming, but that doesn't mean there wasn't some terrifying danger involved.

On the fifth floor of the post office, in the center, the messenger who had just received the red envelope had obviously heard the commotion. His expression changed, and he looked over.

Who are you?

Lu Ming didn't speak, but Li Yang, who was beside him, spoke for him: "Who we are is none of your business. You have no need or right to ask. If you're even slightly smart, you'll hand over this letter. That might save you some unnecessary trouble."

Upon hearing this, the messenger, who had been somewhat surprised, couldn't help but sneer and said, "You must have some skill to be able to reach the fifth floor of this post office, and you are quite different from those useless ghost tamers outside. However, I would like to give you a friendly reminder: you'd better not be too arrogant, or you might not even know how you died in the end."

boom! ! !
As the group was talking, another loud bang occurred.

A door was opened.

It was daytime, so the lights outside the room were on, but the room where the messenger lived was a gloomy, deathly gray.

There seemed to be some kind of supernatural presence in the room, filling the entire room with darkness.

After the door opened, the light from outside gradually seeped in, illuminating the scene inside the room more clearly.

The rooms on the fifth floor of the post office were larger than those on the fourth floor, and the furnishings were newer, the decor was neat, and it could even be described as somewhat luxurious.

"Something's not right. This isn't what the post office room actually looks like."

Lu Ming subconsciously felt a sense of unreality, and such a thought arose in his mind. Then, he used his Ghost Domain to invade the post office room.

Soon, the room in sight began to distort and blur, and the modern-style decorations became unreal and surreal.

What he had seen with his naked eye before was indeed an illusion. Lu Ming had now used the Ghost Domain to shield himself from the supernatural influences, and only then did the real room appear.

Dim, oppressive, and cold.

The old walls were mottled and covered with moss, and the furniture was very old, looking like it hadn't been cleaned for many years and was covered in stains.

There are even many traces left after the bloodstains have dried.

In such an environment, even living there for just a few days can make one feel depressed, let alone living there year-round.

Lu Ming did not focus his attention on the room's furnishings for long.

Because the messenger who originally lived in this room came out at this time.

"The appearance of the red envelope is an opportunity for everyone. If we can successfully deliver this letter, all the messengers on this floor will be able to leave the post office. You are new messengers on the fifth floor, so it's normal that you don't know the situation. I won't hold it against you, but this is the end of it."

Neither Li Yang nor Sun Rui spoke at this moment, but instead looked at Lu Ming together.

Although they are now a team, the final decision still rests with Lu Ming.

Lu Ming seemed to be deep in thought and didn't listen attentively to what the other two messengers were saying.

"There are indeed many strange things on this fifth floor, and... if I remember correctly, a real ghost infiltrated room 502 just now."

"It was a dead Ghost Master, lying in the bathtub, a rotting skeleton. Unlike other Ghost Masters, this dead Ghost Master had a black letter in his hand..."

The black envelopes were a unique exception in the Ghost Post Office.

Lu Ming had seen yellow envelopes and red envelopes before, each corresponding to different dangers, but he had never seen a black envelope before.

Generally, there are only three possible outcomes when a messenger delivers a message.

The message failed to be delivered and was eliminated by the rules.

The message was sent successfully.

Tear up the letter.

But the body in room 502 suggests a fourth possibility.

Because he had a black envelope in his hand.

The rules of the black envelope are very special. All the messengers on the fifth floor need to deliver the letter together, but only the messenger who successfully delivers the letter will survive, and all the other messengers will be eliminated.

Such rules will inevitably lead to internal strife.

It's no exaggeration to say that this rule is designed to wipe out the messengers on the fifth floor in their internal strife.

No one wanted to see this happen. So the messengers devised a way to avoid both tearing up the letters and the post office curse.

That is, an anomaly like Old Li was artificially created, who is a messenger, a dead man, and a vengeful ghost... Under such circumstances, even the curse of the post office cannot kill Old Li.

However, with the resurgence of the supernatural, the Ghost Post Office is gradually spiraling out of control, and this situation must change.

The black envelope sealed in room 502 must be retrieved.

But taking out the black envelope means that he will definitely be besieged by all the messengers on the fifth floor.

Ordinary messengers simply cannot do this.

But Lu Ming is different. If these messengers want to besiege Lu Ming, then only the messengers on the fifth floor will die.

Even the most outstanding ghost controllers in the supernatural world are no match for Lu Ming.

"However... my primary task now is to follow the previous schedule, tear up the red envelope on the fifth floor, and then head to Zhang Dong's haunted house."

"There's no need to rush the matter of taking the black envelope out of room 502 and ending the era of messengers."

These thoughts were cleared up in Lu Ming's mind in an instant.

He turned his gaze to the messenger holding a red envelope in the center of the fifth floor.

The gloomy, stagnant water unknowingly spread beneath Lu Ming's feet. Before anyone could react, the supernatural confrontation was over.

The red envelope in the messenger's hand appeared in Lu Ming's hand the next moment.

"Are you kidding me?"

The messenger's expression changed when the envelope was taken away; he had not expected Lu Ming to suddenly take the envelope.

Moreover, given the vengeful spirits he commands, under normal circumstances, no one can easily get close to him.

Lu Ming, however, used his supernatural abilities to disregard this limitation.

"Quick, get the envelope back! This is our last chance to leave the post office... The post office is spiraling out of control, and nobody knows what will happen in the end. We absolutely cannot waste this opportunity."

The two messengers exchanged a glance; although they hadn't communicated beforehand, they both understood each other's thoughts.

They simultaneously used supernatural powers to create a ghostly domain, hoping to reach Lu Ming's side as quickly as possible.

But then a strange thing happened.

As the Ghost Realm unfolds, their positions do indeed change constantly, but Lu Ming, who seems so close, is like an "unreachable reality," impossible to truly touch no matter what.

"We are now...in his ghost realm!!!"

It can only be said that they are indeed messengers from the fifth floor; they are not stupid, and their observation skills are very sharp. They realized what had happened in an instant.

The conflict between ghost realms can only have two outcomes.

Either one ghost domain completely suppresses another, preventing the other from being used or limiting it to a very small area.

Either the two can coexist, but one ghost domain exists within the other, just like when Lu Ming used the Ghost Painting Ghost Domain in the Ghost Temple Ghost Domain. No matter how hard he tried, he could not leave the area bounded by the Ghost Temple Ghost Domain.

The current situation is clearly the latter.

Two top-tier ghost controllers in the paranormal world could only watch helplessly as Lu Ming obtained the red letter, powerless to do anything about it.

Like an incompetent husband in a movie.

"We can talk things out. You're new here, and there are many things you don't know, so I advise you not to act rashly..."

Before the messenger could finish speaking, a tearing sound was heard, and Lu Ming tore the red envelope to shreds.

He didn't even glance at the contents of the letter before decisively tearing up the envelope.

"This is the last letter. Tear it up, and you can go to Zhang Dong's haunted house."

Lu Ming casually waved his hand, and red paper scraps flew in the wind.

This action seemed crazy to outsiders, but Lu Ming did it without the slightest hesitation.

"What exactly is this guy trying to do?"

"Is he trying to kill us all? The red envelope that appeared on the fifth floor of the post office is incredibly difficult to deliver. Even working together might not be enough to complete it smoothly, let alone tearing it up by force."

"Wait a minute... This guy got to the fifth floor of the post office so quickly, did he tear up letters the whole way up?"

Although this statement is absurd, it makes perfect sense when applied to Lu Ming.

Upon realizing this, their pupils contracted, and their last hope was extinguished.

Tearing up the red letters on the fifth floor of the post office was a suicidal act.

Not to mention that Lu Ming had previously torn up several letters.

Each time the letter is torn up, the danger increases dramatically.

Lu Ming's intention in doing this was to drag all the messengers down with him, ensuring that no one would survive the upcoming supernatural attacks.

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Sure enough, shortly after the red envelope was torn up, something unusual suddenly happened on the previously peaceful fifth floor of the post office.

At this moment, one after another, the crushed and deformed corpses crawled out from the gaps in the ground.

Moreover, thick, sticky blood seeped out from the cracks in the door, dripping onto the ground.

"The supernatural has affected reality. It seems that the attack started with a five-layered ghost domain. This attack is indeed difficult to deal with."

The walls twisted, and the ceiling trembled constantly, as if an earthquake had struck the entire hall.

On the ground lay mutilated corpses, piled up in a twisted and bizarre manner.

What's most chilling is that these corpses aren't dead; they're like living beings, their eyes wide open, staring intently ahead.

Several corpses had their cloudy eyes moving, and some even turned their gaze toward Lu Ming.

"These aren't just a bunch of supernatural paranormal entities; they're a group of real, vengeful ghosts. Each one is even capable of blurring the line between the supernatural and reality, making them incredibly terrifying..."

Paranormal phenomena are appearing rapidly and are constantly increasing.

But Lu Ming reacted even faster.

He had somehow acquired a blood-red umbrella in his hand.

With a swift movement, the umbrella fell, and the ghostly cleaver at the tip of the blood-red umbrella was activated, beginning to dismember the corpses before it.

(End of this chapter)