Chapter 1280 - 1247: Grudges Between Administrators

Dahan City.

A woman in a long dress, with an enchanting figure and flawless appearance, was walking down the road. She was carrying a bag of food and another bag of various books, heading towards an abandoned building.

This abandoned building has stood on this bustling street for many years, and it wasn’t until the last few months that someone unknown took it over, built a fence, set up security guards, and protected it.

The people nearby thought that the abandoned building was finally going to be rebuilt, but all that happened was the clearing of construction debris and some weeds around the building. After tidying up the environment, it was abandoned again.

He Yuelian’s appearance attracted many onlookers. They were amazed, as they had never seen such a beautiful woman.

Soon enough.

The security let her through, and He Yuelian entered the gate, once again stepping into the abandoned building.

As she walked inside, everything before her eyes quickly transformed in a bizarre manner.

The surrounding scenery vanished, the sky instantly darkened, and a modern-style apartment building stood before her, with neon lights flickering beside it, creating an eerie atmosphere.

“Did you buy the things?”

Inside the lobby on the ground floor of the apartment.

Sun Rui walked with a limp, leaning on a cane, but he stopped at the door and didn’t step out of it.

“I feel like I’ve become your courier, having to buy everything you want. You’re also the manager of Dahan City; don’t you have any subordinates or anything?” He Yuelian put down the items.

It turned out that both bags were bought for Sun Rui.

“Doesn’t matter who buys it. If you wish to stay within my apartment building, you have to contribute something. Running errands and selling things is already a cheap price for you.”

Sun Rui spoke, indifferent, as he carried the items to the sofa on the side and sat down.

He Yuelian said, “So this is considered paying rent?”

“You can think of it that way. If you don’t want to stay here, you can leave; no one’s stopping you.”

After Sun Rui spoke, he rummaged through a bag and found a box. After opening it, inside was a gaming console.

He immediately showed a hint of a smile.

Time spent here was too tedious. He had watched TV, read books, and now he had to try playing games. If he didn’t find ways to pass the time, he felt he would go crazy sooner or later.

“I’m heading to my room,” He Yuelian said, heading towards room 101 on the ground floor.

Although this place looked glamorous, it was filled with eerie vibes. However, after staying here for a few days, she started to get used to it and accepted some of its peculiarities.

He Yuelian understood that she had to get accustomed to accepting these aspects.

The apartment returned to silence.

At this moment, Sun Rui was sitting on the sofa, engrossed in playing the newly acquired handheld gaming console.

He thought today would pass as usual.

But after a while.

Suddenly.

In the dim world outside the hall, an endless, winding path suddenly appeared. The path had no end, extending to unknown places, and on that path, several figures suddenly emerged.

Initially, these figures were still far away, but as time passed, the figures on the path rapidly moved closer.

Within just a few minutes, these figures had appeared at the door outside.

“Song Xin Hai is dead, Wang Han is still unconscious, and most likely won’t survive. The strength of the captains from headquarters exceeded expectations. If it wasn’t for using ghost paintings to restrain Yang Jian, the retreat path outside might have really been cut off.”

A voice sounded from outside the door.

“The supernatural incidents have been happening for several years. It’s normal for the captains at headquarters, selected from ghost tamers nationwide, to be strong. Also, sacrifices are inevitable in any major operation, but I believe their sacrifices were worthwhile.”

Another voice responded.

Soon, the door to the apartment was pushed open.

Four people entered one by one.

The leader was a man in a Zhongshan suit, approximately in his thirties, with a calm gaze and a hint of world-weariness.

Beside him was someone slightly older, probably around fifty, with whitening hair, slender hands, and a pale face.

The other person was even older, probably in his sixties or seventies, with age spots, wearing simple clothes and cloth shoes. His clothes were somewhat faded from washing but still clean and tidy.

The last person was a young man, seemingly under thirty, but he was unconscious, carried by the man who appeared to be around fifty.

“Hm?”

The arrival of four people startled Sun Rui, who was sitting on the sofa, engrossed in his game.

Ever since becoming the manager of the Ghost Post Office and lifting the curse of being a messenger, no strangers had arrived here for a long time. Occasionally, only Yang Jian would suddenly break in to visit him. Others needed his approval to be brought here; otherwise, they couldn’t come at all.

“Who are you?” Sun Rui immediately stood up, leaning on his cane, his expression full of vigilance.

Initially, he suspected these people might be previous messengers from the fifth floor.

After all, when the Ghost Post Office curse was resolved, not every messenger from the fifth floor came, leaving some messengers outside. Now, the sudden visit from these people made Sun Rui think they might be those unaware of the situation coming to investigate the Ghost Post Office.

But he soon negated this guess.

Because even former fifth-floor messengers couldn’t freely enter and exit the Ghost Post Office now.

The people clearly arrived here using the old Ghost Post Office route.

“Wait, you look familiar. Are you… Zhang Xiangguang?”

Then Sun Rui’s gaze focused intensely on the man in the Zhongshan suit, about thirty years old.

The man’s appearance was identical to someone in an oil painting.

Apart from a slight difference in aura, everything else matched perfectly.

Two Zhang Xiangguangs?

Sun Rui’s expression changed slightly, and then he reacted: “I see, you’ve been alive all along, never died.”

“Are you the new manager of the Ghost Post Office?”

Zhang Xiangguang scrutinized him: “Sorry, I had to temporarily use the Ghost Post Office for something. I hope I didn’t cause the manager any trouble.”

“Use?”

Sun Rui leaned on his cane: “Zhang Xiangguang, since you left the Ghost Post Office, everything here should no longer be related to you. You shouldn’t be able to casually use the Ghost Post Office. That path to the Ghost Post Office was only accessible to its messengers, but now the era of messengers has ended—there are no more messengers. You shouldn’t be able to come here.”

“Although you’re the new manager, I’ve stayed here longer than you. Even after leaving, occasionally borrowing the Ghost Post Office’s Supernatural Power isn’t so strange. Rest assured, I won’t trouble you; I’ll leave shortly.”

Zhang Xiangguang spoke slowly, then signaled the others to prepare to leave.

They were just about to go.

The next moment.

“Bang!”

The post office door slammed shut, and then the door gradually became blurry, eventually disappearing altogether, leaving only a bare wall.

“Someone told me you’re not a simple person, that you might be trouble, so I want you to stay at the Ghost Post Office until things are cleared up, then I’ll let you leave.”

Sun Rui squinted, leaning on his cane, limping over.

He didn’t expect that by waiting here, he’d actually catch the real Zhang Xiangguang.

What happened with He Yuelian had already sparked curiosity.

Now that the main figure appeared, it was a good chance to get some clear answers.

“I was just passing through, why go to such lengths?”

Zhang Xiangguang stopped his steps and sighed.

“If you explain clearly, naturally, I won’t trouble you…” Sun Rui said.

But just as he spoke.

Suddenly.

A sense of crisis surged, and he saw Zhang Xiangguang in front of him turn around. In his hand, he was holding a rusty, old-fashioned broadsword, the style indistinct.

And at that moment of turning.

The scene before Sun Rui’s eyes began to shake and turn upside down.

His head was unknowingly cut off and fell from his neck.

The head hit the ground heavily with a thud, while Sun Rui’s body remained standing, leaning on the cane, completely still.

“You…”

Sun Rui’s eyes were wide open with anger; he wasn’t dead.

Or perhaps in this place, he simply couldn’t die.

“I didn’t want to fight you, but why did you insist on blocking my path? I’ve slain managers of the Ghost Post Office before; the last one I decapitated was a woman. I didn’t expect her to be weak, and you, the new one, are even weaker.”

Zhang Xiangguang stepped forward holding the broadsword, his expression stern, his demeanor solemn.

“So it was you who dismembered Tian Xiaoyue?” Sun Rui understood.

“Tian Xiaoyue? I haven’t heard that name for a long time. I do miss it a bit.”

Zhang Xiangguang’s gaze held a tinge of reminiscence, as if he was recalling past times while looking around.

In the Ghost Post Office, he also once had a thrilling experience.

“I am not your match, but I won’t let you leave here easily either.”

Though Sun Rui’s head was on the ground, as the manager, he could still control the Ghost Post Office.

He had long prepared countermeasures for facing some dangers.

The next moment.

Several doors began to appear on the sealed-off ground floor hall walls. These doors had no room numbers, all temporarily formed, and each was open, completely dark inside, leading who knows where.

Through the darkness, one could clearly feel an aura of terrifying danger approaching.

“Zhang Xiangguang, since when did you become so verbose? What’s the point of talking so much to him? Kill him, and it’s over,” said Chen Qiaoyang with a cold face at this moment.

“In the Ghost Post Office, managers don’t die.”

Zhang Xiangguang said, “It seems he wants to release the fierce ghosts in the Ghost Post Office to perish together with us. Unfortunately, this is just your wishful thinking. The ghosts here aren’t enough to keep me.”

Sun Rui said nothing, merely watched the group.

He knew he wasn’t their match, even as a manager of the post office, he still wasn’t their opponent.

But if he could trap them here, then it would be worthwhile for him.

“What happened…?”

At this time, a woman’s voice sounded. He Yuelian, hearing the commotion, came out of her room.

But when He Yuelian saw Sun Rui’s headless corpse in the middle of the hall, she was stunned.

“The woman from the ghost painting?”

Chen Qiaoyang was shocked by He Yuelian’s appearance.

Zhang Xiangguang said, “Right place, right time, the timing is just right. Come with me, I’m reclaiming your life.”

He didn’t seem surprised by He Yuelian’s appearance here.

He Yuelian sensed something amiss and instinctively took a few steps back.

“I really don’t want to use force. You’re a smart person, you know the cost of resistance. Cooperate a little, and you can suffer less.”

Zhang Xiangguang looked at her calmly and said.

He Yuelian’s eyes flickered with fear and unease, but against such an invisible pressure, she couldn’t resist.

If even Sun Rui’s head was chopped off, what could she, an ordinary woman, do?

There was no way out.

He Yuelian could only walk slowly towards Zhang Xiangguang, filled with despair.

“Someone, please save me.”

She wanted to call for help, but her phone wasn’t on her, otherwise, she could try to contact Yang Jian through some means.

But just then.

Zhang Xiangguang’s eyes moved slightly, glancing toward the second floor.

A cold female corpse had appeared there, watching them with an expression of apathetic eeriness.

“Tian Xiaoyue? Are you still trying to stop me?”

Zhang Xiangguang recognized the female corpse; it was the second manager of the post office.

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