The demon monk in the second dimension

Xia Zhi took out her beloved wood-chopping axe from her cloak, put away her bandages, and strode towards the room.

When Xia Zhi entered the previously empty room, the door slammed shut.

The suction continued, pulling Xia Zhi towards the toilet.

In front of the toilet, Xia Zhi found a female corpse lying on the ground, her clothes tattered and her body pale.

She lay sprawled on the ground, her hair disheveled, her body covered in bruises, as if she had suffered inhuman torture before her death.

Upon seeing Xia Zhi, she slightly raised her head, revealing a pair of empty, numb eyes.

Then, the female corpse used all four limbs, like a cockroach, to quickly crawl towards Xia Zhi.

Chapter 446 Devouring the Post Office, A Startling Speculation

Seeing Sun Rui and Li Yang looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy and their lives were about to end, Xia Zhi still managed to give them a comforting smile.

"Don't worry. How can a mere vengeful ghost withstand the torrent of human evil!"

Standing in front of the stairs on the fifth floor of the post office, Xia Zhi grinned, opening her mouth to an angle that no human could achieve.

"vomit!"

A large amount of black mud gushed from his mouth, surging forward like a floodgate being opened, with tremendous force.

The murky black mud stained the floor and the wallpaper in the corridor, instantly setting the fifth floor of the post office ablaze.

Several vengeful spirits that had emerged from the room were also knocked to the ground by this immense force, unable to stand firm in the black mud.

These black muds transformed into a relentless torrent that surged into the room, burning everything, suppressing everything, and devouring everything!

After spitting out nearly half of the black mud from his body, Xia Zhi looked at the vengeful ghost trapped in the mud and a smile appeared on his face.

"It's not like six months ago when I first arrived in this world and had to be careful! Black mud, ghost lake, eight layers of ghost realm—watch me first break into the post office, then storm the ghost temple! Finally, I'll hop on that supernatural bus and wipe out all these demons and monsters in one fell swoop!"

The walls on the fifth floor of the post office are covered with many oil paintings, each depicting a person.

Looking at the black mud that had devoured the vengeful spirit, the oil paintings all showed expressions of surprise.

Some oil paintings, once stained with black mud, immediately burst into flames.

Although they are being burned fiercely, the people in the oil painting all show gratitude to the summer solstice.

The oil paintings that hadn't been set on fire looked at Xia Zhi with pleading eyes, as if hoping that Xia Zhi would burn them too, giving them a release.

Clearly, the people in these oil paintings did not willingly enter the paintings themselves.

At this moment, in front of Xia Zhi, black mud is burning fiercely, while behind him, the lake water is surging and about to submerge the post office.

This ghost post office is facing its biggest crisis since its establishment!

However, Xia Zhi had already sealed it with eight layers of ghostly domains, preventing it from summoning ghosts from the outside world to come and help.

The Ghost Post Office also has its own rules. Just because the Summer Solstice can break the rules and cause supernatural conflicts doesn't mean it can do the same.

Soon, in order to avoid being overwhelmed by the foul-smelling water, the messengers from the first, second, third, and fourth floors all ran up to the fifth floor.

They wanted to question Xia Zhi and the others, but seeing the fifth floor engulfed in flames, they were all dumbfounded and dared not speak.

Where did this powerful person come from? Flooding and burning, is he really going to destroy the post office?

Many of the messengers wore expectant expressions.

If they could actually destroy this awful post office, that would be wonderful!

……

Manipulating the black mud, Xia Zhi sent the ghosts on the fifth floor of the post office to her one by one to deal with.

First, there's the clapperboard ghost holding a clapperboard.

This clapperboard ghost can make people laugh by playing the clapperboard, but laughing will lead to death.

He was missing a face, and Xia Zhi guessed it might be a laughing face. Anyone who heard the laughing face would die.

This fast-paced ghost reminded Xia Zhi of another long-robed ghost she had absorbed in Ghost Lake. The two wore the same style of clothing, so they might be a jigsaw puzzle.

After all, crosstalk usually involves two people forming a duo.

In room 506, the Black Mud Gang dragged out a radio, but it was broken and useless.

Room 507, this mangled corpse will die in its sleep if you spend more than an hour with it. Useless trash.

There are three human skins in room 504. Anyone who touches them will be sucked dry and turned into a dried corpse.

This human skin reminded Xia Zhi of the skinless ghosts on the stage.

"Could this be their skin?"

The ghost in room 503, along with the old man rocking on the rocking chair, was sent out by the black mud.

This is a ghost that looks like an old man. It attacks everyone indiscriminately. Only by lying on its rocking chair can you escape its clutches.

But once you lie down, the ghost will stay by your side and won't leave. If you get up, it will kill you.

It's almost impossible for one person to deal with this ghost alone. One person needs to lie on the old man's rocking chair to attract its attention, while the others are responsible for imprisoning or dealing with the ghost.

Room 501 is not haunted, or rather, the room itself is haunted.

It has been assimilated by supernatural forces; anyone who goes inside will die, but if they don't go in, nothing will happen.

Summer Solstice swallowed the entire room with black mud, leaving behind a large patch of black, mottled walls covered with scorch marks.

There were two vengeful ghosts in room 502. They weren't anything Xia Zhi needed, so they were given directly to the Black Mud to devour.

But after devouring them, Xia Zhi suddenly gained a memory.

Vengeful spirits have no memory. Those that have memory are not vengeful spirits, but rather anomalies.

Xia Zhi learned about the situation on the fifth floor from this oddball who called himself Old Li.

The messengers on the fifth floor worked together to create Old Li, an anomaly who was both a living person and a vengeful ghost, and who could also restart, and placed the black letter that could select the controller of the post office in his hands.

As long as this black letter doesn't leave the post office, the messengers on the fifth floor won't need to deliver any more mail.

They set a trap, killing all the fifth-floor messengers who wanted to deliver the letter and become the controllers of the post office, and they all lived ordinary lives.

Now, the letter has reached Xia Zhi's hands.

But Xia Zhi no longer needs this letter.

Now, the first to fourth floors have been submerged by the water of Ghost Lake, and the fifth floor is dominated by black mud.

The Ghost Post Office has basically come under Xia Zhi's control.

So, in front of the fifth-floor corridor, a hidden door suddenly opened.

There is a staircase here that few people tread, and no one knows where it leads.

Xia Zhi, holding a black letter, strode towards the door.

After passing through a narrow, dark passage, Xia Zhi arrived at a small room with the number "601" on it.

As Xia Zhi stood at the door, both the knocking ghost and the opening ghost within her body felt a tremor.

Xia Zhi entered the room and found it completely dark.

The room reeked of a corpse, just like the smell emanating from the knocking ghost and the opening ghost.

It seems this ghost tamer spent a very long time in this room before his death.

When Xia Zhi entered the room, an oil lamp inside suddenly lit up.

Through this light, Xia Zhi noticed that the room was simply furnished.

An old-fashioned desk with a patina, and a small black notebook on it.

Next to the notebook were a calligraphy brush and an inkstone.

When the summer solstice arrived at the desk, a withered hand reached out from a dark place opposite the desk and opened the book.

The first page of the notebook had a beautiful name written in calligraphy: Luo Songwen.

The second name, written with a fountain pen, is: Tian Xiaoyue.

The third name is Zhang Xianguang.

Then, the ghostly hand turned to the fourth page, which was completely blank.

"Does this mean I have to write my name down?"

Xia Zhi chuckled.

"From now on, I will be the only owner here. I won't need this to control the post office!"

From Xia Zhi's body, a large amount of black mud surged out again, engulfing the entire 601.

Even the ghostly hand clutching the black notebook was enveloped within it.

The entire 601 was engulfed in flames. With the help of the ghostly domain on the eighth floor, many things that Xia Zhi no longer needed were burned and then remodeled.

In the end, only one large painting remained in the room.

Next to the painting were various dyes and brushes, and the painting depicted this old, ghostly post office.

"So this painting is the real item that controls the Ghost Post Office!"

With a wave of his hand, Xia Zhi summoned the surrounding black mud, which surged forward and took control of the painting.

The next moment, all the messengers in the post office disappeared.

The summer solstice liberated them.

Seeing the messengers disappear, Sun Rui and Li Yang guessed that Xia Zhi might have taken control of the post office.

Sun Rui remarked with emotion.

"No wonder he dares to call himself a 'ghost god'! If it were me, I wouldn't be able to do anything about this Ghost Post Office; it's definitely an S-class incident. But in just one day, Ghost God has taken control of it. I feel like he's even more powerful than a ghost!"

Just then, Yang Jian stepped out of the oil painting.

He looked around and found only Sun Rui and Li Yang, and said in surprise.

"Where are the ghosts and gods?"

Sun Rui pointed to the small staircase in front of the fifth-floor corridor, and Xia Zhi happened to walk out of it.

"I plan to sink this hellish place into the Ghost Lake and seal it off completely."

In front of Xia Zhi, Yang Jian also revealed the truth about the oil painting.

"The oil paintings here are the memories of the messengers on the fifth floor who delivered three letters and chose to leave the post office. The ghost paintings were originally hidden in the post office, but for some reason they were taken out. Now the memories in these oil paintings know that the Ghost Post Office has a new controller and that you can destroy the ghost paintings. They hope you can help them find relief."

"This is simple."

With a wave of his hand, the black mud immediately covered everything, swallowing up all the oil paintings in the post office, leaving only the last one behind.

"Where is your father?"

Yang Jian remained silent for a moment, then spoke with a cold expression.

“My father is dead; the painting is just a memory of his.”

"So what? Let's keep it; at least it'll be something to remember us by!"

Xia Zhi directly took the oil painting depicting Yang Jian's father off the wall and handed it to Yang Jian.

Looking at the oil painting in his hand, Yang Jian didn't stand on ceremony and thanked Xia Zhi.

"Thank you."

Xia Zhi waved.

"It's a small matter, no need to be polite."

On the fifth floor, all the black mud flowed into Xia Zhi's body and was collected by him.

After Xia Zhi became the new controller of the post office, the ghostly domain at the entrance kept attacking him. The vengeful ghosts that wanted to rush into the post office lost their summons and retreated one after another.

Xia Zhi used the Ghost Domain to take Yang Jian and the other two away from the post office and back to Da Han City. He then connected the Ghost Domain with the Ghost Lake and sank the Ghost Post Office into it.

There is such a terrifying place in Dahan City. If it were to become a supernatural event, Sun Rui felt that he definitely wouldn't be able to handle it.

To express his gratitude for Xia Zhi's help, he arranged a banquet to show his hospitality.

In the car sent by Sun Rui, Xia Zhi scrolled through her phone, looking up information about ghost paintings.