The demon monk in the second dimension

Seeing the doubt in their eyes, Xia Zhi stretched out her right hand and gently tapped on the counter.

"Boom, boom, boom."

"That knocking sound!"

The familiar knocking startled Yang Jian, who looked at Xia Zhi, whose body was bound with bandages except for her head, with disbelief.

"You've controlled the knocking ghost?"

Sun Rui was also surprised.

Isn't the "knocking ghost" a Class A paranormal event? It's said that several people in charge were killed.

Can a ghost of this level be controlled?

Xia Zhi nodded to the two of them.

“That’s right, I’ve mastered it, which is why I wanted to come here to take a look.”

Just as the group was talking, the door to one of the rooms in the post office suddenly opened.

A young man stepped out and spoke to them.

"What are you all saying outside? The post office is about to turn off the lights, hurry up and get inside, or you'll die!"

"Ok?"

The group turned to look at the young man. He continued speaking.

"Only one person can enter a room! I once saw two people walk into a room, and they died the next day in a very gruesome manner."

"I see. Well, thank you for reminding me."

On the morning of the summer solstice, Sun Rui and Li Yang laughed.

"You guys go in, I'll deal with the ghost in this post office."

Yang Jian glanced at Xia Zhi and confirmed once again that he was very similar to Ye Zhen, that chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) brute.

This statement is practically saying, "I'm invincible, do whatever you want."

"We've only just entered the post office, so it's better to learn about its rules first."

Sun Rui also advised Xia Zhi.

"Yes. We don't know how dangerous this post office is yet, so let's just follow its rules for now."

Xia Zhi waved to the two of them.

"Perhaps it's because I've controlled the knocking ghost, but I have a feeling that the ghost in this post office will definitely come for me. Rather than hiding in the room, I might as well confront it head-on. I'm quite confident in facing one or two ghosts alone."

Hearing Xia Zhi say this, Yang Jian and Sun Rui had no choice.

Yang Jian pointed to the room where the young man was.

“We’ll come into this room. If you can’t hold on, just say so, and we’ll try to help you.”

He and Sun Rui went inside, and Li Yang followed silently, quietly acting as a big shot accessory.

The young man who came out to warn them changed his expression slightly, but did not stop them. Instead, he introduced himself.

“My name is Wang Shan. I’ve heard a lot about the paranormal world. You’re the city’s manager, right? Take my advice: I’ve heard that even the messenger on the fifth floor is no match for ghosts. You should let the manager in as well.”

Yang Jian glanced at Wang Shan and shook his head slightly.

"There's no need. He has his own reasons for insisting on staying, and if he dies, it's his own fault. We're all adults, and we have to be responsible for our own actions."

Soon, when it was six o'clock in the evening, the lights in the post office went out without warning.

At the same time, all the lights in the post office rooms were turned on.

The sound of crisp footsteps echoed from the end of the dark corridor.

Da da da.

Summer Solstice activated his Ghost Eyes and discovered that it was an old man, emaciated and dressed in a long black robe and black cloth shoes.

But his hands were huge, as if a basketball player's hands had been spliced ​​onto an ordinary person's body.

Upon seeing the summer solstice, the ghost seemed impatient and quickened its pace.

The post office was immediately filled with a lingering stench of corpses.

At the same time, Xia Zhi also has an urgent desire to win the other person's heart.

He immediately realized: this ghost might be a piece of the puzzle with the knocking ghost!

The other person's clothing and appearance were extremely similar to the door-knocking ghost!

Once the opponent got close, Xia Zhi suddenly attacked, striking first!

He swung out the iron chain with his left hand. The chain, which had once suppressed a terrifying ghost, flew through the air, making a rattling sound that sent a chill down the spines of everyone in the room.

The iron chain, weighing over a thousand pounds, firmly locked the ghost's right arm.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Zhi swung out the ghost rope with her right hand, and with a whoosh, it was looped around the ghost's neck. Then she tightened it suddenly, suppressing him.

At the same time, two bandages resembling serpents flew out from Xia Zhi's body and wrapped around the ghost's eyes and left arm.

At the foot of the summer solstice, the ghostly figure stealthily connected to the ghost's legs.

With just one glance, Xia Zhi applied four layers of suppression to the vengeful ghost in front of him, temporarily halting its movements.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Zhi stepped forward, wrapping more bandages around her body to tightly envelop the ghost.

Layers of black mud surged from Xia Zhi's body, covering the ghost's body.

This is not about devouring, but rather about transforming it into a piece of one's own puzzle and integrating it into the knocking ghost's body.

Under the influence of the black mud, Xia Zhi controlled the ghost in just a few seconds.

Like the knocking ghost, this ghost also has the rule of knocking on doors to kill people.

Every time he knocked on the door, he would turn off one of the lights in the room. Once the light went out, the person inside would die.

In addition, if the light is prevented from being turned off, the ghost will attack the door. If the door is opened, the people in the room will also die.

"Knocking on the door means certain death, opening the door means certain death, turning off the light means certain death. These three rules of killing combined mean that anyone in a room who is encountered by a vengeful ghost will definitely die. This should be the complete form of a ghost-controlling being who is a 'knocking ghost'!"

"It's likely that the ghost tamer of the knocking ghost separated these ghosts before dying to prevent the emergence of a terrifying and uncontrollable vengeful ghost."

After completing the jigsaw puzzle, Xia Zhi felt that she had become even stronger.

While it may not create an additional layer of ghostly domain, using vengeful spirits as puzzle pieces yields twice the power compared to directly devouring them.

This caused Xia Zhi, who had to devour dozens of vengeful ghosts in order to control the Ghost Lake, great distress.

In the darkness, Xia Zhi suddenly heard the sound of opera singing coming from outside the post office.

He looked back at the post office entrance, which was completely dark.

Although there is no gate, it leads to a ghostly realm where one is lost and cannot see the way.

"Is that the stage in Taiping Ancient Town?"

Xia Zhi frowned slightly and guessed.

"No! It might be a ghost that was moved from the stage! It seems that after nightfall, this post office is deep in a ghost realm, with no way forward and ghosts everywhere inside and out!"

Xia Zhi looked up and saw a light bulb in the corridor that had been turned off.

After controlling the vengeful spirit he had just named the "Door-Opening Ghost," Xia Zhi discovered that he had developed even more connections with the post office.

Under his gaze, the filament inside slowly began to glow red, as if it had been lit, gradually lighting up.

Five or six seconds later, the lights in the corridor came on.

The murder rule of the door ghost has been triggered. If there are people in the corridor now, and Xia Zhi stops turning on the lights, everyone in the corridor will die.

Similarly, the people in the room also noticed that the hallway lights had come on.

The two messengers on the first floor seemed utterly absurd.

"The post office's rule is to turn off the lights after 6 p.m., so why are they on again tonight?"

Yang Jian's eyes flashed, and he suddenly called out towards the door.

"Ghost, are you alright?"

Xia Zhi turned to look at that room and replied.

"No problem. I've already dealt with the first ghost, so don't come out for now. I'm going to wait outside and see how many ghosts are actually in this post office."

When the summer solstice turned away and stopped looking at the light bulb, it gradually dimmed.

The first floor of the post office was once again plunged into darkness.

However, just as the lamp was dimming and about to go out, Xia Zhi suddenly noticed a figure in front of it.

It was a corpse hanging from the ceiling. His face was pale, and his legs hung straight down, level with a person's head.

When Xia Zhi met his gaze, she suddenly felt as if a rope had been put around her neck.

His legs were off the ground, and he was also hoisted up, in the same position as the hanged ghost.

A cold and eerie power began to invade Xia Zhi's body from his neck, but it was weakened by both the knocking ghost and the opening ghost, so the progress was very slow.

Xia Zhi stared at the hanged ghost's two pale eyes, stretched out her hands, and grabbed the rope binding her own throat and the rope hanging from the hanged ghost's neck.

Lividity was visible on his hands, and the power of decay was being released, attempting to corrode the rope.

At the same time, six bandages shot out from under Summer Solstice's gray cloak and quickly wrapped around the hanged man's body.

In the blink of an eye, the roles of the suppressor and the suppressed were reversed.

The ghost's supernatural power was suppressed by the bandages, and the ghost rope around Xia Zhi's neck immediately disappeared.

At the same time, Xia Zhi forcefully snapped the rope around the hanged ghost's neck and pulled it down from the ceiling.

The two landed with a thud.

The hanged ghost's killing rule is to kill by looking into eyes, which conflicts with Xia Zhi's ghost eyes. Its level of terror is similar to that of the ghost eyes, but it is not considered strong.

The black mud inside Xia Zhi's body spread along the bandages, gradually enveloping and devouring the hanged ghost.

Looking down into the dark, deep corridor, he spoke.

"The second one."

During the day, the staircase leading to the Ghost Post Office in the corridor is dilapidated. It appears to be a staircase, but it is actually a gray, ghostly realm, its destination unknown.

But that night, the staircase appeared.

"Ghost Eye, Ghost Knuckle, do you want to come out and take a look? A staircase leading to the upper floor has appeared! Perhaps only at night can the messengers on different floors of the post office move freely and exchange information. I plan to go upstairs and check it out."

Inside the room, Sun Rui quickly offered some words of comfort.

"We've only just entered the post office and haven't even learned its rules yet. Ghost, don't be so reckless!"

Xia Zhi smiled.

"I just think that since the stairs have appeared, it means that the ghosts upstairs will also come down the stairs. Instead of waiting here, I might as well go find them and scare them."

Those who heard this in the room were all speechless.

It's always been ghosts that scare people, but can people scare ghosts?

Yang Jian also spoke up.

"Let's wait a little longer. The messenger said the post office turns off the lights at six o'clock every night and turns them on at six o'clock in the morning. We'll come out at five o'clock and explore this ghost post office with you."

Summer Solstice nodded gently.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you."

Time passes like this bit by bit.

Xia Zhi stood in the dark corridor, only able to hear the faint sounds of opera singing outside, but she couldn't make it out very clearly.

At midnight, a door that was closer to the summer solstice suddenly opened.

A tremendous suction force emanated from it, trying to pull Xia Zhi in.

Puff puff!

The bandages on Xia Zhi's body reacted immediately, becoming as hard as steel, piercing into the floor and walls around the corridor, allowing him to steady himself.

"court death!"