Chapter 216, Post Office
Sun Rui waved his hand to indicate that he didn't mind and could even provide help.

Yang Jian told the story of the ghost post office.

After hearing this, Sun Rui was shocked.

"What? There is still such a place in Dahan City. No, this dangerous thing must be eradicated."

The business car was driving madly on the street and soon arrived in front of an unfinished building.

This is the real world corresponding to the Ghost Post Office, which is located in a supernatural space.

Ghost Post Offices only appear in the real world under special circumstances.

Sun Rui got out of the car and frowned as he looked at the ordinary unfinished building in front of him.

He had visited this unfinished building many times before, but had not found anything unusual.

Behind the business car, there was another car.

An assistant ran down from the car.

Sun Rui glanced at his assistant and said.

"Bring me all the information about this unfinished building."

The assistant nodded immediately and took out the computer.

"No, I'll do it!"

Yunming suddenly came out and said.

He had already sensed the mysterious space here.

Yang Jian automatically took two steps back.

He looked at the unfinished building carefully. It had four floors in total. If the platform on the top was counted, it should be five floors.

Yang Jian unconsciously recalled the time half a year ago when he had not yet become a ghost rider.

At that time, he saw the story of the knocking ghost on the forum, heard the knocking ghost's knocking on the door, and eventually the knocking ghost incident at the Seventh Middle School broke out.

As a result, he became a ghost rider and has been doing this until now.

In the story of the knocker, the knocker died by falling from a building.

But how could such a powerful ghost rider fall to his death?

At this moment, Yun Ming had already arrived in front of the unfinished building. He then stretched out his finger and lightly stroked the air with his fingertips. In an instant, the space was torn apart.

The passage between the spiritual space and the real world was forcibly cut open.

Ever since he merged with the coffin nails, Yun Ming has possessed powerful strength all over his body. His fingertips have the power of the coffin nails to indiscriminately restrict evil spirits.

After all, the supernatural space is also a kind of evil spirit power.

The space opened up and continued to expand, and a strange post office appeared in front of everyone.

The door of the post office is old and dilapidated, like a man-eating mouth.

To step into the post office is to accept the curse.

Everyone couldn't help but feel scared when they saw this strange post office that suddenly appeared.

At this moment, Yang Jian opened his scarlet ghost eyes, and in an instant, the surrounding sky was dyed scarlet.

The red ghost area shrouded the eerie post office.

One floor, two floors, three floors, four floors.

Yang Jian directly opened the fourth level of the ghost domain. The originally blurry ghost post office became extremely fresh at this moment, and the passage was completely stabilized.

"It's really weird."

The building in front of Yang Jian has completely disappeared, and instead it is a building from the Republic of China period, the Ghost Post Office.

The fourth level of the ghost realm can only stabilize the passage. If you want to force your way in, you need to open another level of the ghost realm.

That is the fifth level of the ghost realm, but with Yun Ming here, it is not necessary at all.

Yun Ming walked slowly to the Ghost Post Office, then stretched out his hand and gently pushed the door of the Ghost Post Office, and the door opened instantly.

The old and decayed door was open.

Yang Jian used the ghost domain to bring Sun Rui, Li Yang, and Yun Ming into the Ghost Post Office.

Lobby.

The situation on the first floor was not complicated, with a slightly empty hall, some rotten floors, and a musty and rotten smell.

Walking forward, Yang Jian looked at the rooms around him, wondering what he was thinking.

Just then, the door of a room not far away opened.

A man with a thin face and deep pupils walked out of the room. After he came out, he saw Yang Jian and the other four.

"Haha, new people are coming. What a bunch of unlucky guys." Having said that, the man turned and left.

But the next second he appeared in front of everyone.

It was as if the distance between him and everyone else had been eliminated.

Yunming had a smile on his face.

"Oh my, if you can't speak, then don't speak."

As soon as the words fell, the man's mouth disappeared.

The area where his mouth would be was covered with skin, as if he didn't have a mouth in that part of his body.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

There was a snort from the man's nose, and fear was in his eyes.

He put his hand to his mouth, but felt nothing.

At this moment, the man realized that he was really mean, and being mean could be fatal.

"You are the Messenger."

Yang Jian glanced at the man coldly, and then his scarlet eyes began to scan the surrounding room.

"There should be a lot of these messengers on the first floor. Get them all out!"

"Knocking on the doors one by one is too slow, let's just kick them out!"

Yun Ming showed a weird smile, then he used the deceptive ghost to create a few ghost slaves and threw them into the room on the first floor.

One second later.

Crazy screams came from the room.

The next moment, everyone in the room ran out.

In Room 11, not far from the crowd, a woman with heavy makeup and disheveled clothes ran out in panic.

Her face showed anxiety and panic.

"How could there be a ghost? Why is there a ghost? According to the rules of the Ghost Post Office, it is impossible for a ghost to enter the room at this time."

In the woman's room, a dry corpse emitting a strange smell was crawling slowly on all fours like a spider.

The eyes without eyeballs stared at the woman like black holes, as if they could suck the woman in in the next second.

Many people also ran out of other rooms, about five or six people scattered around.

Sun Rui counted the men and women who ran out, and a lot of information about missing people flashed through his mind, with photos on each of the information.

After comparing the people who appeared on the first floor of the Ghost Post Office, Sun Rui found that the missing people matched.

"So that's how it is. The missing people are all here!"

"Wanxing, what is going on?"

The heavily made-up woman looked at the man kneeling on the ground and asked.

But Wan Xing couldn't speak. He turned his head and looked at the heavily made-up woman.

When the heavily made-up woman saw that Wan Xing had no mouth, she was shocked.

"You, your mouth."

Yun Ming snapped his fingers lightly.

Wanxing's mouth reappeared.

"Hehehe."

Wan Xing was breathing heavily, his hands constantly stroking his mouth that he had regained.

"My mouth, my mouth."

"Tell me about your business."

Yun Ming said in a cold voice.

Wan Xing's body trembled, and he began to talk about his origins.

He was originally an ordinary person, and was chosen because of an unexpected letter.

An unsigned, unsealed yellow envelope.

As long as you open the letter, you become the messenger.

Faith is a curse.

(End of this chapter)