Chapter 772 739 Inside the Building

This was an old building from the Republic of China Period, which under normal circumstances, should have been demolished long ago, but due to the influence of some supernatural power, the building had always stood next to the streets of Dahan City. Although it existed, it never intersected with reality.

Because it was situated within the Ghost Domain, an independent Supernatural Space.

Although the building was old and covered in moss, with dim and darkened walls exuding an unceasingly cold breath, its overall structure was well-preserved, without any signs of damage or destruction.

There was even a circle of neon lights surrounding the sign next to the main entrance, with red and green lights illuminating the three characters “Ghost Post Office”.

This was indeed a genuine post office building, but the addition of the word “Ghost” beside the signboard suddenly made the atmosphere around it turn sinister.

But today,

this incomprehensible and eerie place was forcibly entered by Yang Jian, who also brought along Li Yang and Sun Rui.

“Bang!”

The entrance to the Ghost Post Office had been invaded by the Ghost Domain. At this moment, before anyone appeared, the door was slammed open by a tremendous force. Such a powerful force should have sent the door flying, yet the door of the post office merely creaked and swung in the air for a moment before closing slowly again.

Below the dim, yellowed light, three unexpected figures arrived in the lobby of this floor.

A glance around revealed the old style and architecture of the Republic of China Period everywhere, with the floorboards beneath them so worn out and cracked that they seemed nearly rotten.

Beyond that, large black and white portraits of people hung on the nearby walls, not of celebrities but of very unfamiliar individuals, men and women alike, dressed in various styles: there were old-fashioned long gowns, cheongsams, and newer suits, floral dresses…

“This is the inside of the Ghost Post Office?” Yang Jian frowned; he felt his ghost eye being somewhat suppressed. The suppression was not severe enough to completely affect him, but he could feel it.

He couldn’t use any forces below the fourth level of the Ghost Domain.

He could only ignore such suppression at the fifth level of the Ghost Domain.

In other words, this place could, to a certain extent, suppress ghosts, of course, provided that the Terror Level of the ghost was not high.

“Unbelievable, we actually made it in,” murmured Sun Rui, uneasily touching the rod in his hand, his gaze very solemn. He could sense the oddity of this place.

The air seemed to be filled with a cold and gloomy presence.

Li Yang appeared very uneasy, looking around. He felt a strange sensation within the building.

It was like a cage, sealing away something dreadful.

It was also like a suffocating coffin, trapping people inside with no way out.

“I’ll go take a look first. If anything unexpected happens, you two turn around and leave immediately. Don’t worry about me,” Yang Jian said calmly.

Even if his ghost eye wasn’t completely suppressed, he could retreat at any moment.

“Be careful, Yang. This place is full of strangeness and is not simple,” Sun Rui warned, also worried that Yang Jian might come to harm.

After all, this was Dahan City, his turf, and if something happened to Yang Jian, he would be in trouble too.

“I think you’d better worry about yourselves first,” Yang Jian replied.

Then he slowly walked deeper into the building.

The situation on the first floor wasn’t complicated; the somewhat empty lobby, the dim yellow light from the glass lamps above could not fully illuminate the place, making it look gloomy and oppressive, while the wooden floor beneath was slightly soft, suggesting that the wood inside was mostly rotten, and a musty smell lingered.

Continuing to walk a short distance forward, Yang Jian saw a courtyard in the shape of the Chinese character “回”, with a room on each corner of the ground floor. The doors were made of wood, equally old and mottled, with copper house numbers nailed on them, numbered 11, 12, 13… These numbers weren’t hard to figure out.

The first digit in 11 signified the floor, and the second 1 was the room number.

Glancing upwards,

the building had a total of five floors, each floor’s structure was essentially similar, and the corridors and room doors above could be clearly seen.

“There are seven rooms on the first floor, so thirty-five rooms in total on all five floors,” Yang Jian calculated in his mind.

Thirty-five.

There was nothing special about the number, but if one more was added to make it thirty-six, it would be a different story because the number thirty-six corresponded to another supernatural event.

The Supernatural Bus.

That Supernatural Bus had thirty-six seats, no, to be precise, it had thirty-five seats; the extra one was the driver’s seat.

“Coincidence, or is there some deeper connection?”

Yang Jian squinted slightly, observing the rooms, “Moreover, the style of these room doors, along with the design of the door numbers, are strikingly similar to those in Caesar Hotel, but it’s probably just a coincidence, as they are all products of the same period.”

Of course, that was what he thought, but he didn’t rule out that there might be a connection between them.

“Only one floor but no stairs leading to the second floor? It’s a strange layout, as if the first and the second floors were purposely separated, forbidding people from the first floor to go upstairs. But then, why would there be rooms on the second floor?”

He paid attention to these details while trying to deduce something from them.

However, deduction wasn’t Yang Jian’s strong suit; he preferred more direct methods.

“Creak!”

However, just then,

suddenly, a room door on the first floor opened. The sound of the door opening echoed in the silent post office, sounding unusually distinct.

“Hm?” Yang Jian’s gaze sharply turned toward that direction.

It wasn’t just him; Sun Rui and Li Yang, who were standing at the door, also heard the noise. They followed the sound and looked over.

Under such circumstances, any little movement was worth paying attention to.

The door that opened was number eleven.

Which was the first room on the first floor.

At that moment, a man with a gaunt face, a wilted expression, and a gloomy gaze walked out of the room. He was not heading in Yang Jian’s direction but in the opposite direction, seemingly towards the other rooms.

But then the man abruptly stopped in his tracks, having noticed Yang Jian standing not far away. His menacing gaze fixed on Yang Jian for a moment.

There was an unexpected hint of coldness in his surprise.

Yet, his reaction to Yang Jian’s sudden appearance was not one of surprise, which was unusual, because normally anyone would be shocked to suddenly discover another stranger standing there looking at them.

“A new guy? Hehe, another unlucky fool,” the man sneered, unperturbed, and turned to leave.

But before he could take two steps, Yang Jian’s indifferent voice rang out, “Stop, or I’ll personally put you down.”

His temper flared again; he couldn’t stand the insults and mockery.

Of course, the most important reason was that he needed to detain this person to clear up the situation.

Because Yang Jian was certain that this person was a living human, not a ghost, nor a ghost controller.

“Are you talking to me?”

The man stopped by the door of room thirteen, turned slightly, and looked at him with eyes full of warning and threat.

Yang Jian’s face remained calm, “Otherwise, who do you think I’m talking to? Don’t you know that just based on your last remark, I could consider it a provocation and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to kill you for it?”

“Hehe, not old, but you talk tough. Which gang are you from? By your tone, you don’t sound like a good person,” the man sneered back, his voice somewhat hoarse, “Too bad, no matter how tough you were outside, once you’re here, you have to lie low or you won’t live long.”

“It seems you indeed know something about this place. Good, it saves me a lot of trouble,” Yang Jian nodded and walked towards him with firm steps.

“Looking for a fight? Since you don’t want to live, I might as well oblige and send you on your way. You’re dead sooner or later anyway,” the man immediately pulled out a handgun from his clothes and aimed it directly at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian’s expression remained unchanged, and he kept walking without a pause.

This stuff had long since become useless against him, not to mention ordinary guns, even that special gun he’d encountered back home was of no use to him. This wasn’t bravado, but a fact tested.

“This guy isn’t afraid of guns?” The gaunt-cheeked man’s expression changed slightly when he saw Yang Jian’s reaction.

A regular person would have been scared stiff on the spot, and might even have collapsed to the ground.

Since when did firearms no longer intimidate newcomers?

“If you’re looking for death, don’t blame me then.” The next moment, the gun in the gaunt-cheeked man’s hand fired.

Bang!

The sound was loud, echoing in the silent and eerie post office building.

At such a close distance, even someone who had never practiced with firearms couldn’t possibly miss.

But the next moment.

The gaunt-cheeked man saw the stranger in front of him sway slightly, and then he rushed forward, closing the distance between them with big strides.

A darkened hand firmly grasped his neck.

The hand was stiff and ice-cold, as if it was being squeezed by a dead person, and its strength was alarmingly strong, a level an ordinary living person could not achieve.

“How is this possible…”

The man felt his breath cut off instantly and even faintly heard the sound of his own spine cracking, threatening to shatter.

“This was your doing first, Sun Rui, keep an eye on this guy.”

Yang Jian’s eyes locked onto him, flickering with a faint red glow.

Before the gaunt-cheeked man could react, a massive force lifted him from the ground and flung him backwards, crashing face-down onto the rotten wooden boards, his body tumbling several times before coming to a stop.

The man’s nose bled profusely, and several of his teeth had been smashed.

But he didn’t pass out from the fall, he grunted and tried to get up in haste.

However, the next moment,

A golden cane pressed against his eye socket, heavy and domineering as if about to burst his eyeball.

“Lie still and don’t move. Struggle again, and this thing will pierce into your brain.”

Sun Rui held the cane with narrowed eyes, his face as numb and sickly as that of a corpse several days dead, ghastly and horrific.

The tone and appearance made it clear beyond doubt, he was capable of killing the man in front of him ruthlessly.

“Any other newcomers?”

The gaunt-cheeked man was covered in blood, the one remaining eye he had was barely able to make out the person in front of him.

Sun Rui didn’t speak, but took out his phone and snapped a photo of the man before saying, “State your name.”

“Wan… Wan Xing.” The gaunt-cheeked man gritted his teeth and said.

“I hope you’re telling the truth because if it’s fake, I will definitely kill you. I am a man of my word, I keep my promises.” Sun Rui took a photo and got a name to have his assistant check this person’s file and information.

With his position as the person in charge, he could unearth the ancestry of anyone up to three generations.

“Damn it, no signal again, it’s useless at critical times like this.”

Sun Rui looked at the satellite phone in his hand, unable to contact the outside, but he could connect it to Li Yang’s satellite phone.

“Wan Xing, what’s happened?”

However, just at that moment, another person emerged from the previously opened Room 11. She was a disheveled woman with unkempt hair and clothes in disarray, appearing to be in her mid-twenties. Despite her heavy makeup, it couldn’t hide the unease and panic in her eyes, and her face was covered in exhaustion.

Yang Jian then fixed his gaze on this woman, “Come out, stand over there. You don’t want me to get physical, do you?”

“Don’t mess with these people, just do as they say,” Wan Xing roared.

He was already scared at this moment.

The people in front of him were simply not normal. One wasn’t afraid of guns at all, another came straight for his head with a stabbing motion, and yet another did not even blink an eye at this scene.

Since when did new guys become this twisted?

The woman paused, confused, but obediently walked out of the room nonetheless.

“Another living person?”

Sun Rui looked up and said, “It seems your guess wasn’t wrong, Yang. The missing people have all run off to this place. Although I haven’t found their records, it is most likely correct.”

“Just a bunch of ordinary people involved in a supernatural incident, just as unlucky as me,” Li Yang remarked sarcastically.

“However, what does this place want with these ordinary people?” Sun Rui wondered right after.

Ghosts killing people is irrational. If there were ghosts here, logically they should have already died long ago. But judging by their appearance, they seemed to have been in this place for some time, otherwise, they would not have thought Yang Jian was a new guy.

“Messengers. If I’m not mistaken, they must be the messengers of the Ghost Post Office, responsible for delivering messages. I’ve encountered such people before; one was a guy named Li Yue, who is probably dead by now. I’ve also investigated someone called Guo Tao, who is suspected to be a messenger. These people have been active all over the country,” Yang Jian slowly approached.

“Although their numbers are not many, they have already posed a great threat. I have reason to believe that what they are doing is related to supernatural incidents.”

“So that’s why you’ve traced it here, Yang? You’ve found this Ghost Post Office?” Sun Rui said.

“If it were only that, it wouldn’t be enough to bring me here. I have my reasons,” Yang Jian said, waving his hand to dismiss the golden cane, then casually letting a bullet fall onto the man’s body.

“Do you think this thing can kill me?”

Wan Xing, seeing the bullet fall onto him, stiffened.

A sudden, inexplicable fear overtook him.

Yang Jian continued, “Tell me everything you know, and I might consider not killing you. If you hide anything, today you can die,”

Wan Xing’s color of fear abated slightly, but he still didn’t dare to get up from the ground, simply nodding and saying, “As long as you let me go, I’ll tell you anything.”

“Of course, I’ve always been true to my word. Even though my methods are a bit violent, I can’t deny that I am a good person. Despite some people maliciously slander me, those are just rumors, not to be trusted,” Yang Jian said.

Sun Rui nodded, “Yang is indeed trustworthy and definitely a good person. You’re lucky to have run into him. If it had been me just now, your head would’ve already been smashed.”

He tapped the ground, and the golden cane made a dull sound.

This wasn’t flattery, but the truth.

What kind of supervisor has a good temper? Not to mention this guy dared to shoot at the supervisor.

In anyone’s hands, this guy would have been a corpse already.

“Whatever you want to know, I absolutely won’t hide anything I know,” Wan Xing said as cold sweat streamed down, fearing that the cane next to him would come crashing down on his forehead.

As for these guys being good people?

He wouldn’t believe it even if his life depended on it.

He himself wasn’t a good person, and these people were even more ruthless than he was.

Moreover, they didn’t seem like newcomers, knowing about the messengers and even having had contact with other messengers.

This was an entirely impossible scenario.

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