The demon monk in the second dimension

"I am Sun Rui, the person in charge of Dahan City. Team Leader Yang resolved the S-level Starving Ghost incident and imprisoned it. Its arrival in Dahan City truly brings honor to this humble abode!"

Faced with Sun Rui's flattery, Yang Jian said coldly.

"Unfortunately, it was still stolen from headquarters."

"and many more."

The summer solstice is a bit strange.

"Aren't there supposed to be a group of hungry ghosts? How come there's only one?"

Yang Jian explained to Xia Zhi.

"There was only one starving ghost, but it had many ghost slaves. These ghost slaves could evolve and were no less powerful than ordinary vengeful ghosts. In fact, the ghost could evolve by eating its ghost slaves. It possessed a vast ghost domain, which at the time sealed off the entire city of Dachang. If everyone in the city had been transformed into ghost slaves and then eaten by the starving ghost, who knows how terrifying a vengeful ghost would have been born."

Summer Solstice suddenly realized.

"As expected, only supernatural events involving multiple, or even double-digit, ghosts are called S-class events."

Plural or more, two-digit ghosts?

Sun Rui, Yang Jian, and Li Yang all turned to look at Xia Zhi at the same time, all six of them completely bewildered.

Yang Jian remained silent.

Have you encountered many incidents involving multiple ghosts?

Summer Solstice nodded.

"That's right. There are dozens of ghosts in Ghost Lake, and I encountered a stage with more than twenty ghosts watching the play below, even after it had been dealt with. There are also dozens of ghosts in the ghost temples in the island nation. There should be quite a few ghosts on the buses as well."

Are there dozens of ghosts in Ghost Lake?

Yang Jian looked somewhat incredulous.

The supernatural event involving dozens of ghosts is not an A-level event at all, but an S-level event, or even an SS-level event that surpasses S-level!

No wonder this person dares to call himself a ghost or god!

Seeing Yang Jian's astonishment and doubt, Xia Zhi smiled.

"Most of the ghosts in Ghost Lake aren't very strong; only a few can compare to the Knocking Ghost. It took me almost a month to get rid of him."

Sun Rui, being well-informed, immediately realized what was happening and praised Xia Zhi.

"So you are the ghost who solved the A-level knocking ghost incident and the ghost lake incident! The ghost lake incident affected many cities, causing widespread water outages. If it had continued, it would definitely have become an S-level supernatural event! If the ghost hadn't solved it, the national order would have been greatly affected. Ghost, you really helped a lot."

Xia Zhi smiled and said to Sun Rui.

"You flatter me, you flatter me. Just a reminder to Manager Sun: don't reveal your name casually in the future; always use code names. After all, who knows if there are ghosts in this world who kill people based on their names?"

Sun Rui's expression hardened, and he nodded.

"I understand. From now on, call me Ghost Kick."

Xia Zhi and Sun Rui talked about the coordinates they got from the knocking ghost. Yang Jian even told Sun Rui that the knocking ghost was originally a ghost controller during the Republic of China era, and its supernatural power was revived after it was murdered.

Sun Rui immediately realized the seriousness of the situation and rushed to the coordinates with the three of them.

This is an unfinished building. Sun Rui is holding its investigation report, but he doesn't find anything wrong with it.

A dark light flashed in Xia Zhi's eyes, and she spoke.

"This unfinished building is unlucky; it happens to overlap with a building in a haunted place, so it keeps having problems. I'll open it."

Summer Solstice opens its ghostly domain, enveloping the surroundings.

Immediately, the unfinished building in the real world disappeared, replaced by a five-story building.

The building has a distinct old-fashioned style, with a colorful neon light at the entrance that reads "Ghost Post Office" in large characters, as if it's trying to make sure everyone knows about it.

Chapter 444 The Post Office is Flooded

Inside the toilet, the female corpse stretched out her arms, her fingernails sharp and long, reaching for Xia Zhi's neck, trying to strangle him.

Xia Zhi held the wood-chopping axe upside down, swung it forcefully, and with a bang, sent the female corpse flying.

The woman's body flew several meters backward and crashed into the bathtub below.

The female corpse then climbed out of the bathtub and continued her attack on Xia Zhi.

But the next moment, there was a splash, and the female corpse disappeared from the bathtub.

Summer Solstice opened up a ghostly realm in the bathtub, connecting to the Ghost Lake, causing the female corpse to fall into it.

The waters of Ghost Lake possess the power to suppress vengeful spirits. The female corpse sank into it, and Xia Zhi immediately manipulated the lake, covering it with a large amount of water.

At the same time, by using the Ghost Lake's ability to replicate vengeful spirits, Xia Zhi understood the killing rules of this female corpse vengeful spirit.

"The murder rule is to open the door, then suck the person closest to the door into it, and strangle them for three seconds to kill them? Not only does it require the person being sucked in to be within three meters of the door, but it's also not very terrifying."

Xia Zhi shook her head and released black mud, which devoured the ghost.

"It's trash, useless, and it even overlaps somewhat with the supernatural rules of the Door Ghost."

He walked out of the room with his wood-chopping axe in hand, slammed the door shut, and continued to stand in the dark corridor.

"The third one."

In the room next door, Sun Rui was shocked.

"Ghost Eye, how can the ghost suppress the evil spirit so quickly? I didn't see him bring in any gold bags or boxes!"

Yang Jian did have some guesses.

When he opens the five layers of ghostly domain, he can send vengeful spirits to a place whose destination is unknown.

It seems that ghosts and gods do the same thing.

After three attacks by vengeful ghosts in one night, the next five hours were very peaceful, and Xia Zhi did not encounter any vengeful ghosts.

But after searching the hall, he found an oil lamp.

This oil lamp is almost identical to the one Mr. Liu from Taiping Ancient Town gave him, and it still has half an oil inside.

When it was five o'clock, the room that Yang Jian had entered earlier was opened.

Several people filed out and looked toward the corridor.

Sun Rui blinked.

"A building structure has actually appeared!"

Yang Jian gripped the wood-chopping knife without further hesitation.

"Come on, let's go upstairs."

With two ghost tamers possessing five layers of ghost domains, even the most dangerous places can be explored.

Inside the room, Wang Shan gritted his teeth and said.

"Could you take me with you?"

Sun Rui turned around and glanced at him, then said.

"Ordinary people are just a burden to us, and might even cause trouble. It's safer for you to stay in your room. If you come upstairs with us, you'll definitely be attacked by a vengeful ghost."

Wang Shan hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not follow.

They weren't afraid of vengeful ghosts, but I wasn't.

Summer Solstice took the lead, climbing the dark staircase.

He lit the oil lamp he had found in the hall, illuminating the surroundings.

Halfway there, Xia Zhi suddenly realized something was wrong.

Because the footsteps weren't just coming from behind, they were coming from the front as well.

He immediately stopped and handed the oil lamp to Sun Rui behind him.

Sun Rui took the oil lamp and asked with a solemn expression.

"what happened?"

Xia Zhi gripped the iron chain with her left hand and shook it gently, making a rattling sound.

His right hand gripped a wood-chopping axe, its blade incredibly sharp, drawing the attention of the three men.

"Encountering a ghost so quickly? It seems this post office really doesn't want messengers to go upstairs via the stairs. Well, isn't that practically cheating?"

Yang Jian, who was at the back of the group, spoke up.

"The messenger just said that I need to deliver three letters to get to the next level of the post office. Alternatively, I can just tear up the letter, which will also count as completing a delivery mission, but I will be attacked by a vengeful ghost."

"The key isn't delivering three letters, but rather that we can go upstairs after delivering the third one. As long as we snatch the third letter from the messenger who has already delivered two, we'll have completed the task of going upstairs. If we force our way in, we'll definitely break the post office's rules and be targeted."

"Rules? I am the rules!"

Xia Zhi sneered and opened eight layers of ghost domain, enveloping the entire Ghost Post Office and shielding it from the outside in.

He used his ghostly domain to control the walls inside the post office, sealing off the main entrance.

At the same time, it was as if a faucet had been turned on under Xia Zhi's feet, with water splashing and flowing out.

Summer Solstice opened the Ghost Lake directly, intending to use its waters to submerge the post office and drag it entirely into the Ghost Lake.

This was even more outrageous, directly provoking a rebellion from the entire post office.

Outside the post office, Xia Zhi sensed that her ghostly realm was under attack, as if something was trying to force its way in.

The attack was incredibly powerful, producing a deafening crash that caused the walls blocking the door to dent slightly, as if they were about to give way.

The faint footsteps ahead suddenly intensified, and a fierce ghostly figure charged directly at Xia Zhi.

"roll!"

With a sharp shout, Xia Zhi swept his axe blade across and cleaved the vengeful ghost in two at the waist.

The two halves of the vengeful ghost plunged into the ghost lake with a splash and were quickly engulfed by the water.

"Just wait for me for a moment."

Xia Zhi said something to Yang Jian and the others, then rushed down the stairs and arrived at the entrance of the Ghost Post Office.

He released the black mud from his body, plastered it on the wall, and then stuck the iron chains and ghost ropes onto the mud.

With the black mud as a reinforcement, external attacks were immediately weakened.

Summer Solstice returned to the stairs and strode upwards.

"Follow me, let's charge!"

Yang Jian and Sun Rui exchanged a glance, neither of them intending to back down, but instead followed Xia Zhi and continued climbing upwards.

It's clear that Xia Zhi has triggered the rules of the Ghost Post Office. Rather than backing down, it's better to move forward with him.

After all, this ghost looks really powerful!

After climbing the stairs from the second to the third floor, the four of them were about to continue climbing to the fourth floor when Xia Zhi discovered that the stairs had been cut off.

It was vandalized, with a section missing in the middle, making it look empty.

The straps binding Xia Zhi immediately flew off and connected to the broken staircase.

Sun Rui, Yang Jian, and Li Yang stepped on the seemingly soft bandages, but it felt no different from stepping on stairs.

As Xia Zhi and the others went upstairs, the water overflowing from Ghost Lake rose rapidly.

The three messengers on the first floor were completely bewildered as they watched water flow in continuously from outside.

"What happened?"

"The water's rising?"

They carefully opened the door, only to find that the water was rising very quickly, already reaching their thighs, and still rising.

They dared not stay any longer and gritted their teeth as they hurriedly ran up the stairs.

The massive flooding on the summer solstice quickly submerged the first floor of the post office.

But at that moment, a hand suddenly reached out from an oil painting on the first floor of the post office, trying to break free of the painting, but unable to escape its confinement.

When this hand reaches out, the oil painting seems to transform into a miniature world.

Much of the water in Ghost Lake flowed into the oil painting, and the water level did not continue to rise.