Chapter 920 - 887 Abnormal Floor

The events that occurred on the fourth floor of the Ghost Post Office during a certain time period were truly unimaginable. From the way the floor is arranged, it’s obvious that the messengers once staying there had tried various preparations to survive against supernatural threats.

However, whether those preparations had any effect in the end is unknown.

Judging from the current eerie state of the fourth floor, the outcome clearly isn’t optimistic.

If even the messengers couldn’t ensure their survival while also completing their delivery tasks, then this would be nothing short of a nightmare for anyone.

The phenomenon of complete annihilation becomes understandable under such circumstances.

At this moment, Yang Jian stood in front of a room on the fourth floor.

402

The room number hung above the door.

Compared to other areas, the doorway of this particular room was also peculiar. The ground in front of the door and even the door itself were covered in a grayish-white powder—resembling lime but actually a special type of bone ash.

The bone ash possessed a mysterious ability to ward off supernatural and vengeful entities.

The reason Yang Jian chose this room was that he had encountered bone ash like this before.

It was during the New Year when he ran into a small team suspected to be messengers in his hometown. The leader of that group seemed to be called Lin Yue, and he carried a cinerary casket filled with bone ash.

By scattering the bone ash from the cinerary casket on the ground, they could fend off attacks from vengeful spirits.

It was a consumable supernatural item.

“I remember Lin Yue being extremely frugal with the bone ash in that cinerary casket, as if afraid to use it all at once. But this scene here is beyond any notion of frugality; the bone ash in the casket must have been used up completely. This can only mean one thing.”

“The user of the cinerary casket was already in a critical moment of life and death, where all means had to be employed to resist the unknown and terrifying supernatural force.”

Yang Jian frowned but still reached out to try to open the door to this room.

The bone ash at the doorway remained intact, leading him to conclude that vengeful ghosts likely hadn’t breached the room. This made Room 402 relatively safe for the time being—a place to rest temporarily.

However, as his hand touched the doorknob coated in bone ash, a strong reaction occurred instantly.

The doorknob started to smoke, resembling the reaction of lime meeting water. An acrid, burnt smell filled the air, and intense pain radiated from Yang Jian’s palm.

He immediately withdrew his hand.

Looking down, he saw that a large portion of the flesh on his palm was gone, exposing pale bone—a sight that was bizarre and horrifying.

Moreover, the wound seemed difficult to heal, as though it had caused permanent damage that would be extremely challenging to repair.

“Even I got injured? Looks like this bone ash isn’t simply effective against vengeful ghosts—it’s also harmful to ghost tamers,” Yang Jian remarked.

His ghostly eye flared with a red glow, and in less than a second, all the injuries on his hand vanished.

Without hesitation, he restarted his own body.

Since the injury had just occurred and only seconds had passed, the three-second reboot was sufficient to restore him fully.

“So, we can’t touch the stuff on that doorknob?” Li Yang asked, clearly flabbergasted.

“It seems that way for now,” Yang Jian replied. “This bone ash treats ghost tamers as ghosts, isolating all things related to the supernatural. Yang Xiaohua, you open the door.”

He then stepped back, indicating that the ordinary Yang Xiaohua should give it a try.

“If something dangerous happens, will you step in?” Yang Xiaohua hesitated briefly, seeking confirmation from Yang Jian.

“I will,” Yang Jian answered calmly.

Hearing the reassurance, Yang Xiaohua nodded. She trusted Yang Jian’s word but simply needed explicit confirmation.

Without further hesitation, Yang Xiaohua approached the door and grasped the doorknob coated in bone ash.

This time, she wasn’t harmed—it felt no different than usual for her.

“I’m fine,” Yang Xiaohua said.

“It’s as I thought: ordinary people are unaffected,” Wang Shan sighed with slight relief.

If ordinary people were susceptible to the same effects, Yang Xiaohua’s hand might have suffered just like Yang Jian’s did earlier.

Yang Xiaohua tried to turn the knob but found it immovable. She pushed it, but there was no reaction either.

“It’s no use. The door seems to be locked from the inside; I can’t open it easily. It’s probably blocked by something behind it.”

“Captain, there might still be someone inside,” Li Yang suggested.

Wang Shan offered, “How about we look for another room instead? This one seems dangerous.”

“Can you sense if there’s a ghost inside?” Yang Jian asked, glancing at Li Yang.

Li Yang motioned for Yang Xiaohua to step aside and placed his hand on the doorknob.

The very next moment.

Li Yang felt a sharp pain as the white bone ash on the door began to emit smoke. The entire door started to tremble violently.

The ghostly energy and the bone ash clashed, repelling one another.

“I can’t sense anything. The presence of the bone ash interferes with me,” Li Yang admitted, shaking his head.

“I can take some time to wipe off the bone ash,” Yang Xiaohua suggested.

“No need. The bone ash here serves not only as a barrier but also as protection. Leaving it intact could be advantageous later. Since the door is blocked, let’s solve this with some force,” Yang Jian’s eyes gleamed as he raised the fractured long spear in his hand.

No special medium was necessary—only the Ghost Shadow needed to touch the Firewood Knife’s hilt.

The conditions for activating the Firewood Knife were met, and Yang Jian slashed it mercilessly toward the decrepit wooden door before him.

The Firewood Knife, being a supernatural item, could dissect any other supernatural entity upon contact.

Bang!

A crack appeared in the door, and even the bone ash coating it couldn’t withstand the force of the Firewood Knife.

With the door damaged, a disturbance immediately arose from within the room.

A series of hurried footsteps echoed.

“Break down the door again, and I’ll kill you. Messengers from the third floor shouldn’t be so arrogant. If you understand the rules, you’d know this room is already occupied. Go find somewhere else to stay.”

Through the gap in the door, an old, rusty gun barrel emerged, accompanied by a warning voice.

It became evident.

The room was already inhabited by messengers.

“Does the room have your name on it? If I want to stay here, I don’t need your permission. In fact, if it comes to you fourth-floor messengers, I wouldn’t mind killing every last one of you,” Yang Jian’s tone turned icy.

His resolve remained unwavering.

Clearing out every messenger in the Ghost Post Office had always been his aim.

“And you’ll have to survive until morning to make that happen,” the armed individual inside sneered coldly in response.

“Why don’t you fire a shot and see if I’ll carry through with it?”

Yang Jian wasn’t in the mood for idle threats. Raising his fractured long spear once more, he prepared to cleave the door apart.

If someone was inhabiting the room, that could only mean the room was currently secure.

He had little interest in exploring other silent, lifeless rooms at the moment.

It wasn’t fear—he simply didn’t want to waste precious time dealing with ghosts in unoccupied rooms.

“You’re courting death…” The person holding the gun inside seemed provoked and prepared to act.

But another voice quickly intervened: “Don’t act rashly. I know who’s outside. Just open the door and let him in. Otherwise, we’ll all end up dead.”

The voice was female, chilly, and vaguely familiar.

“It’s Leuk Qingqing’s voice,” Yang Xiaohua murmured under her breath, keeping her voice low.

She remembered Leuk Qingqing’s voice from their prior encounter in Dachuan City, recognizing it instantly.

Leuk Qingqing’s words clearly carried weight.

Soon enough.

The door to Room 402 creaked open.

Two figures appeared from behind the door—one was a lean, sullen-looking man with a scruffy beard, appearing to be around thirty. His face bore a ruthless and decisive air.

The other required no introduction, clad in high heels and a crimson cheongsam. Tall, slender, and alluring, her heavily made-up face remained emotionless and composed.

“I didn’t expect you to make it to the Post Office so soon. During the last delivery task in Dachuan City, you certainly kept yourself well-hidden,” Yang Jian said, his gaze settling on Leuk Qingqing. A fleeting yet unmistakable urge to nail her with the Coffin Nail crossed his mind.

She unnerved him deeply.

“Yang Jian, we’re the same,” Leuk Qingqing replied. “Who would’ve thought that the famous Ghost-Eye Yang Jian from the spirit world was once just a lowly messenger climbing up from the second floor? And yet, even someone like you is interested in this Ghost Post Office.”

She had evidently done her homework on Yang Jian and was familiar with his background.

Such information, after all, was accessible only to those already involved with the supernatural. Ordinary individuals like Yang Xiaohua could investigate for a lifetime and still know nothing about someone like Yang Jian.

“I’m not interested in the Ghost Post Office. I’m interested in destroying it—along with every last messenger,” Yang Jian stated.

The man beside Leuk Qingqing, wary of Yang Jian, seemed ready to make the first move upon hearing this.

Leuk Qingqing spoke up preemptively: “Brother Ying, I highly advise against confronting him. Top-tier ghost tamers like him are anomalies. Even if you combined all the messengers on the fourth floor, it wouldn’t be enough to stop him. Save your bullets—we all want to live a little longer here.”

The man—referred to as Brother Ying—was evidently using an alias, likely to conceal his true identity and shield his life outside from interference.

“If you’re that capable, you shouldn’t be competing with us for Room 402,” Brother Ying said, his hawk-like gaze unrelenting in its sharpness and suspicion.

“So, by your logic, I should just go and stay in a room that looks like it’s haunted? That’s a strange way of thinking. If anything, the stronger the person, the better they should seize the safest spot,” Yang Jian replied.

“Everyone, get inside. Tonight, we’re staying in this room.”

Disregarding Brother Ying and Leuk Qingqing entirely, Yang Jian led Li Yang, Yang Xiaohua, and Wang Shan directly into the room.

Brother Ying’s expression darkened as he quickly shut the door behind them, though he stood for a moment, casting a suspicious glance at the cracked section of the door, his eyes filled with uncertainty.

“Bringing two burdens along to the fourth floor—isn’t that a bit reckless?” Leuk Qingqing asked, her high heels clicking against the floor as her crimson cheongsam accentuated her long, pale legs. Her eyes briefly flicked over Yang Xiaohua and Wang Shan.

“They must be the messengers you brought up from the second floor. Considering their abilities, they should’ve stayed there. Dragging them up here forcibly is extremely dangerous.”

Yang Jian motioned for Li Yang to inspect the room, then fixed his gaze on Leuk Qingqing. “Are you saying you’re not in danger staying on the fourth floor? Judging by how tense you look, you’re not entirely confident you’ll make it through either.”

“If that’s the case, what significant difference is there between a second-floor messenger and someone like you, a third-floor messenger? In my opinion, it’s just six of one, half a dozen of the other.”

“Captain, there’s no one else in the room,” Li Yang confirmed, emerging from his inspection.

“At least we’re not that fragile,” Leuk Qingqing remarked.

“I’ve heard that a ghost has infiltrated the fourth floor, supposedly disguised as one of the messengers. Now, aside from those of us here, how many messengers are left on this floor?” Yang Jian asked.

“That’s a question you should ask Brother Ying,” Leuk Qingqing answered.

Brother Ying, after a brief silence, said, “The delivery cycle for the fourth floor is very long—one letter every six months. This means the number of messengers on the fourth floor isn’t small. I used to know quite a few, but that was before certain events. Now, only two other rooms besides this one are occupied.”

“Those rooms are 406 and 407. As for how many have survived inside, I can’t say for sure. But I’m certain the messengers in Rooms 401, 403, 404, and 405 are all dead.”

Yang Jian recalled those other rooms from earlier.

The ones he had found particularly unsettling—they were, indeed, death traps.

“Everything started to go wrong here after certain events on the fourth floor?” Yang Jian pressed.

“Two messengers, Lin Yue and Zhao Li, arrived from the third floor, and that’s when things began to change. First, the delivery tasks mutated, leading to the complete annihilation of the 401 messengers. Then, several messengers died under strange circumstances. Later, when the lights went out at night, terrifying vengeful ghosts started appearing on the fourth floor. One of them broke into Room 403, even destroying the door. I don’t know what happened after that.”

“For safety reasons, I left the Ghost Post Office until it was time for this delivery task,” Brother Ying explained, offering a straightforward summary of what he knew without trying to hide anything.

“I suspect one of those two messengers, Lin Yue or Zhao Li, was a ghost—one that had become a messenger and infiltrated the fourth floor, causing its downfall.”

“Are those two still alive?” Yang Jian queried.

“It would’ve been better if they were alive, but unfortunately, they’re dead—killed in Room 403,” Brother Ying replied. “That’s why the identity of the ghost remains a mystery. What’s certain is that the ghost hasn’t left this floor and still exists here, now with a new identity. This is why the surviving messengers on the fourth floor are filled with distrust and refuse to cooperate.”

“The bone ash at the door and the gun in your hand—where did you get them?” Yang Jian asked.

“From Lin Yue’s corpse. Why? Are you trying to take them?” Brother Ying asked, his gaze locking onto Yang Jian.

“I’m not interested. Just asking,” Yang Jian replied evenly.

“Don’t underestimate the messengers on the fourth floor. Anyone who’s made it to this level is bound to have some tricks up their sleeve,” Brother Ying warned.

“If they had any skills, they wouldn’t have been wiped out room by room like that,” Yang Jian said calmly. “They’re a bunch of incompetents who only ruin things. The messengers on the fifth floor interest me far more.”

“What about that corpse hanging by the hallway light?”

“If we collaborate, I’ll tell you more about what’s happening here,” Brother Ying offered. “Since you’re from the third floor, at least I can be certain you’re not the ghost. Also, this delivery task feels unique—I noticed that all the messengers have gathered, not just us.”

He was pragmatic, willing to work with Yang Jian despite their earlier hostility.

Even if Yang Jian’s demeanor made him hard to tolerate.

Survival trumped personal temperaments.

“Collaboration requires equality. You and Leuk Qingqing together don’t measure up,” Yang Jian stated.

Brother Ying frowned, recognizing that Yang Jian was confident and capable. Even Leuk Qingqing’s attitude toward him was peculiar—this wasn’t simply bravado.

“What terms do you propose for collaboration?”

“If you’re willing to cooperate, I can let you join my temporary team. Leuk Qingqing, what do you think?” Yang Jian asked.

“If you’re willing to lead, I’ll join,” Leuk Qingqing replied decisively.

“Agreeing so readily?” Yang Jian scrutinized her intently.

“I have no objections either, but we’ll see if you’re capable of being a leader. People without skills don’t deserve to be captains,” Brother Ying added.

At that moment, Li Yang reminded Yang Jian, “Captain, it’s almost time.”

Hiss—

The next second, the room was illuminated by a faint, yellowish light.

At the same time, every light in the hallway outside went out, plunging the surroundings into darkness.

At exactly six o’clock, the Post Office’s lights had gone out.

But only seconds after the lights went out, there came noises from the hallway.

Thud. Thud.

It was a dull, rhythmic thudding sound, as if someone outside was banging their head against the wall.

“The danger has arrived,” Brother Ying whispered, drawing a deep breath to steady his growing unease.

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