By the time Yang Jian finished his meal and was ready to return home, it was already evening.
Xiong Wenwenâs mother, Chen Shumei, was very enthusiastic and offered to accompany him part of the way to express her heartfelt gratitude.
Considering they both lived in the same residential area and it wasnât far, Yang Jian did not decline.
âMr. Yang, you have been such a great help during this period. Without you, Wenwen might not have been able to come back to me. Even though Wenwen has become like this, he is still alive and as lively as before. Iâm already very content,â Chen Shumei said as they walked along the road.
âAs for the future, Iâm asking Mr. Yang to please continue looking after Wenwen. Heâs still a child and doesnât know any better. If he says something wrong or offends you in any way, I hope Mr. Yang wonât take it to heart.â
âHow could I possibly take offense at a childâs words? Aunt Chen, you are worrying too much,â Yang Jian responded in an even tone.
Chen Shumei continued with a touch of worry: âMr. Yang, does that mean Wenwen will be alright from now on? Can he continue to live on like this?â
âUnclear. Within the Supernatural Circle, many people have unique experiences. How one may change, and for how long they may live, no one knows. Moreover, Xiong Wenwen has become a special kind of exception. Although the future is uncertain, he is certainly in a much better state than before,â Yang Jian said, choosing not to hide the truth.
âI understand.â
Chen Shumei nodded, mentally beginning to accept this reality.
However, at that moment, two streetlights by the roadside suddenly flickered and then went out entirely.
Yang Jian seemed to notice and subconsciously stopped in his tracks. His eyes, faintly glowing red, turned towards the direction where the streetlights had gone out.
Between the two extinguished streetlights, where there should have been a green belt within the neighborhood, there now inexplicably lay a small path.
The path meandered and grew increasingly dim as it wound deeper, and at its intricate end, a five-story building in the architectural style of the Republic of China Period loomed indistinct through the mist, like a mirage, resembling a blurry projection in the distance. It was hard to see clearly, yet the neon sign above the buildingâs entrance continued to flicker.
The garish neon lights gave off an eerie, secretive vibe.
âMr. Yang, whatâs wrong?â Chen Shumei, fixing her hair tousled by a cool breeze, asked curiously.
Standing still, Yang Jian furrowed his brow and said, looking towards where the lights had gone out, âThereâs a path there. Do you see it?â
âNo, I donât see anything. Is something wrong?â Chen Shumei felt puzzled.
Yang Jian had a realization.
This path would have been visible only to him; irrelevant others would not be able to see it.
âAunt Chen, you can stop here. Go back home immediately. I have some personal matters to attend to,â Yang Jian spoke.
âOf course, Mr. Yang, Iâll leave you to your affairs. Feel free to come over for a casual meal when you have the time,â Chen Shumei said.
Yang Jian complied but did not say much else. His gaze was drawn to the suddenly emerged mysterious path.
That path led to the Ghost Post Office.
He was in Dachang City, and the Ghost Post Office was in Dahan City, such a great distance apart. Yet, the influence of the Ghost Post Office could reach all the way here.
It was beyond comprehension.
After Chen Shumei left, Yang Jian received a phone call.
It was from Li Yang.
After Yang Jian answered, Li Yang said anxiously, âMr. Yang, thereâs trouble. The Ghost Post Office has appeared; a path has emerged in front of me, seemingly leading to the Ghost Post Office. I can already see the building from the Republic of China Period.â
âMr. Yang, what should we do now?â
âIâm facing the same situation here. It seems the mission of the Old Messenger is about to begin. I hadnât expected the Ghost Post Office to appear in such an unfathomable way,â Yang Jian said via the phone. âGet ready to join me at the Ghost Post Office right away.â
âGiven the situation, if we do not follow the path back into the postal service, some kind of danger is likely to occur. The post office wonât let the messengers off that easily.â
âOkay, I got it, but is it just us going, arenât we calling others?â Li Yang asked, thinking that the more people, the more power they have, and the safer it would be.
Yang Jian said, âNo need, weâve unexpectedly become messengers, others are not, they probably canât see the existence of that post office, so itâs still going to be just the two of us going. Moreover, Sun Rui must have encountered the same situation by now. Contact him and have him prepare to come to the Ghost Post Office.â
âOkay, got it, Captain Yang,â Li Yang said.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Jian immediately hurried home.
He needed to take with him some previously prepared items for safety in case he ran into another crisis.
However, when Yang Jian went home to grab his stuff, it shouldnât have been an illusion that he felt the winding path leading to the Ghost Post Office was getting closer to him.
No, it wasnât the path moving toward him, but rather the building from the Republic of China Period, the Ghost Post Office, moving closer to him.
The distance was closing in.
That eerie building seemed to be targeting every messenger, and if you donât return to the post office, after it closes in on you, youâd probably be forced inside regardless.
This was something you couldnât choose to avoid.
Unless you are a top-tier ghost controller, who can open up the Ghost Domain to the fifth level, perhaps then you could avoid the influence of the Ghost Post Office.
Yang Jian didnât plan on delaying any further; he was fast in his actions, quickly arriving at the fifth floor of his home, gathering his things, ready to leave.
âJiang Yan, I need to go on a business trip, I wonât be in Dachang City for a while,â he called out.
âWhat?â
Jiang Yan, upon hearing the voice, rushed out of the room, but as soon as she got out, she saw Yang Jian heading out the door at a brisk pace, his figure swiftly disappearing from view.
Yang Jian stepped onto that winding path and sent a message to Feng Quan.
In his absence, Feng Quan would be temporarily in charge of the team.
After all, Dachang City needed someone in charge, how to arrange that, Yang Jian didnât bother with. Heâd let Feng Quan handle it, as these matters were quite trivial compared to the current situation.
âThis road does not exist in reality, yet it connects reality and the Ghost Post Office, transporting people into a Supernatural Space.â
Yang Jianâs gaze flickered slightly as he continued along this winding path.
The distance he walked wasnât long, but the Ghost Post Office in an incomprehensible manner was rapidly drawing nearer ahead of him.
He could feel the interference of Supernatural Power, unable to determine just how far the Ghost Post Office really was from the entrance of the path.
This phenomenon wasnât new to Yang Jian; heâd encountered it more than once before, such as in the case of haunted paintings, so there was nothing particularly alarming about it.
Soon enough.
He once again stood at the entrance of the Ghost Post Office.
Neon lights flickering, the lights dazzling.
But the surroundings were enveloped in darkness, like fog, nothing else visible, no signs of life, as if the post office was everything here, isolated in some supernatural world.
Or perhaps, this Supernatural Space existed because of this Ghost Post Office.
âNow itâs five thirty,â Yang Jian checked the time.
At six oâclock, the lights inside the post office would go out.
Then fierce ghosts would roam inside the building and also attack the people inside the post office, although the trigger conditions were unclear at the moment.
It might be because last time Yang Jian wasnât a messenger, yet he forcefully invaded the post office, or it might be because of a group of people staying in one room.
In any case.
Under these circumstances, Yang Jian absolutely cannot be targeted by that fierce ghost again, or it would be incredibly dangerous.
âCaptain.â Suddenly.
By the side of the post officeâs main entrance, the figure of Li Yang appeared, his expression slightly tense, as he too arrived at this place.
âItâs about time, letâs go in.â Yang Jian nodded his head and pushed open the large doors of the post office.
He and Li Yang once again entered the Ghost Post Office.
The old wooden floorboards creaked with each step, the air filled a cold, damp, and musty scent, and in the dim environment, a few dim lights struggled to illuminate the surroundings.
On the walls to both sides hung a series of ancient paintings.
The portraits featured men and women, old and young, all different from one another.
Yet, these images exuded an indescribable eeriness in such an environment.
As if the figures in the paintings were secretly watching you with an odd gaze.
It made one feel uneasy, inevitably leading to suspicious and paranoid thoughts.
âThis is the first floor of the post office, the lobbyâŠâ Yang Jianâs gaze shifted slightly.
Li Yang asked, âAccording to our previous speculation, we should be on the second floor by now. Could it be that the red letter wasnât counted as part of the task? Does it not allow us to go to the second floor?â
âLetâs go in and see.â
Although Yang Jian had been here once before, he knew very little about this place, because the information he obtained from Wang Shan and Wan Xing was limited. They were newcomers among the messengers and could not truly touch upon the real secrets of the Ghost Post Office. Only the old messengers upstairs might know more.
The two stepped on the worn wooden floor and delved deeper into the post office.
At this moment, the scene before their eyes changed.
The original first-floor room with a spiral layout had disappeared, rooms 11, 12, 13⊠all of these rooms no longer existed, replaced instead by a wide staircase several meters across.
The staircase was also wooden, made of the same material as the floorboards they had previously walked upon, but it was enveloped in dimness, becoming darker the higher one went, eventually making it impossible to see what lay at the top of the stairs.
âThe staircase has really appeared, Wang Shan was right. Once a messenger meets the conditions to ascend, the staircase to the next floor will emerge.â
Yang Jianâs gaze shifted subtly: âGiven the previous situation, the structure within the Ghost Post Office, the lobby is shared. The first floor, second floor, third floor, each level is probably segmented, and without the correct path, you canât go upstairs. The probability for a ghost controller attempting to force their way up is indeed very low.â
âNot to mention the ordinary messengers, they simply cannot resist the rules within the Ghost Post Office.â
He looked behind him.
The dimly lit post office lobby was empty.
It seems Sun Rui had not yet arrived.
âLetâs go upstairs first.â Yang Jian did not hesitate and immediately stepped on to the wooden staircase, heading upstairs.
Li Yang naturally followed.
Having joined Yang Jianâs team as an official member, it was natural for him to act together, and he had no complaints, always obedient to Yang Jianâs orders.
However, having only recently entered the Supernatural Circle, Li Yang was not seasoned enough, lacking in both courage and experience.
The wooden staircase bore a resemblance to walking on the winding path they encountered before.
Oneâs sense of distance and space felt muddled due to some supernatural influence.
It seemed like they had only ascended a dozen or so steps, but in reality, even Yang Jian had no idea where they had actually entered.
Looking ahead, everything was still shrouded in darkness; the darkness concentrated deeper in, turning into pitch blackness, blocking all sight, and the same was true when looking back.
Now, the only thing visible was this section of the staircase.
âCreak, creak.â
The noise from Yang Jian stepping on the stairs seemed even louder, and he could even feel the staircase shaking, as if it might collapse or break apart at any moment, very unsafe.
But.
In a Supernatural Space, the sensation of impending collapse never truly materializes.
This staircase wasnât maintained by the wood itself, but was shaped by some sort of supernatural force erosions.
âStop.â
Suddenly.
Yang Jianâs eyes narrowed; he suddenly saw a person on the staircase ahead.
He wasnât sure if it was a person.
Because the person was lying on the stairs, in a prone and fallen posture.
But that personâs attire was old-fashioned, not from this era, somewhat resembling the Republic of China Period suits, and the body was so rigid that it did not move at all, seemingly devoid of breath.
âCould it be a ghost?â Li Yang whispered cautiously.
âIt might just be a corpse. Of course, we donât rule out the possibility of a ghost, letâs go over and have a look. Weâll discuss what to do if something happens.â
Yang Jianâs gaze shifted slightly; he didnât turn and flee at the sight of a corpse lying on the staircase, but instead approached boldly.
Even if it were a ghost, as long as the ghostâs killing rules are not triggered, the likelihood of being targeted is still low.
Upon getting a bit closer.
He saw the dead person even more clearly.
It was indeed a corpse.
With a pale complexion, some areas bruised, the body cold, as if it had been dead for several days.
But judging from the clothing, it seemed as though the person hadnât just died a few days, but rather had been dead for a very long time.
The body wasnât decomposed, and Yang Jian couldnât determine how many days the person had been dead.
All he knew was that, at the moment, this person posed no threat.
Because there was no movement.
âA false alarm, ignore this body and continue forward.â Yang Jian said.
The two did not linger for too long.
Wishing to proceed to the second floor, they also feared staying here too long, in case some unforeseeable danger occurred.
Although the corpse just now posed no threat, its appearance had already cast a shadow over their hearts.
After all, there were indeed vengeful ghosts within the Ghost Post Office.
As Yang Jian and Li Yang left,
The corpse that had been lying quietly on the stairs, rigid and immobile, somehow slid down a few steps under mysterious circumstances.
The body remained in the same position as before.
It was as if nothing had happened at all.
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