Chapter 217: Ghost Post Office in the Painting
These messengers are a group of unlucky people who are involved in supernatural events.

Yun Ming didn't want to stay on the first floor. It was not time to deliver the letter yet. The easiest way to deliver the letter quickly was to tear it up.

According to the rules of the ghost post office, one person can tear up to three letters.

Because by the fourth seal, no one could withstand the ghost that appeared.

If you want to go upstairs, you need to deliver three letters, three letters on each floor. There are five floors in the building, and there are seven rooms on each floor, which means you need to complete a team.

Going upstairs is like sifting.

This kind of screening can filter out the waste and retain the elites. After layers of screening, the messenger who reaches the fifth level must be a ghost rider with top-notch mind, brain, and strength.

The messenger on the first floor didn't know much.

Yang Jian decided to go to the fifth floor to take a look.

After Wanxing explained everything, the four did not make things difficult for him.

A young man walked out from the crowd.

"Wan Xing, these people are not simple."

Wan Xing glanced at the young man and nodded.

"Wang Shan, you are right."

When Yun Ming heard the name Wang Shan, he turned to look at the young man, and then a smile appeared on his lips.

"Interesting, interesting."

Wang Shan, the ultimate tool man, is a ruthless person who dares to clear the Zhangdong copy alone. Even at the end of the story, Wang Shan is still "alive".

He also became a security guard in Guanjiang Community.

"Deputies, now is not the time to talk. The lights in the post office will be turned off at six o'clock. If you don't return to your room after the lights are turned off, you will be killed by the ghost."

Yang Jian frowned.

"Ghost?"

After the lights are turned off, ghosts are active and the only safe place is the room.

This is the law.

Inside the old post office, the originally yellow lights began to gradually dim.

Yun Ming raised his head and looked at the ceiling. Darkness appeared on the fifth floor of the post office. The darkness began to erode the floors, eroding downwards layer by layer.

Fifth floor, fourth floor, third floor, second floor...

Everyone quickly hid in the room, only Yun Ming was still standing outside.

Wang Shan gave a kind reminder at this time.

"Hide in the room quickly. Ghosts are very scary. After the lights are turned off, that's when ghosts are active."

Yunming waved his hand.

"It's okay. I won't die."

His body is invulnerable to all kinds of attacks, so it is difficult for ghosts to kill him.

Except Yunming, everyone entered the room.

Darkness fell, Yun Ming stood in the darkness, all around him was darkness, like a vast ocean.

In the darkness, a heavy sound of footsteps was heard, and the rotten wooden boards creaked.

Yun Ming ignored the darkness. He walked in the darkness and, with the help of the ghost's power, climbed to other floors of the post office.

First floor, second floor...

Yun Ming saw Liu Qingqing, who was the means of resurrection left by Zhang Youhong, one of the seven elders.

It is her second life.

In the room on the second floor, Yun Ming looked at Liu Qingqing, but Liu Qingqing couldn't see him.

"How pathetic!"

Yun Ming shook his head. Liu Qingqing had not yet started to put the puzzle together, and Zhang Youhong's memory had not yet awakened.

When Liu Qingqing heard someone talking, she immediately looked around.

"Who, who's there?"

No one replied to her because Yunming had already left.
Yunming then found the oil painting in the ghost post office and entered the world in the painting.

There is a rule in the Ghost Post Office, that is, the messenger who passes through will leave his own projection in the world of the painting.

Zhang Xianguang used this method to let his projection move outside and implement the Peach Blossom Spring Plan. Walking in the world of oil painting, Yunming kept moving forward.

There were lights flashing in the distance, and a building was looming in the dim environment.

There is also a ghost post office here.

A ghost post office in an oil painting.

Yunming came to the gate of the Oil Painting Ghost Post Office. This post office was exactly the same as the Ghost Post Office.

Inside, the lights were still on.

Yun Ming stretched out his hand and pushed the door open. However, as soon as he opened the door, an axe came towards him and chopped down on his forehead.

Yun Ming was stunned and didn't seem to react.

The sharp axe hit him directly on the forehead.

"clang."

The crisp sound of steel clashing was heard.

Yun Ming looked up and saw that the sharp and terrifying axe didn't even cut a hair on his head.

"Is this how you welcome guests?"

Yun Ming had a smile on his face, and then a long spear appeared in his right hand, and he stabbed forward without hesitation.

The old man holding the axe was nailed to death instantly and fell to the ground with his chest pierced through. The ghost in his body fell silent.

Horrible corpse spots appeared on the old man's body, but there seemed to be some curse on him. This curse would not hurt people, but it could make the old man immortal, or in other words, keep the old man's form alive.

"It's kind of like a ghost."

Yun Ming dusted off his body and restored his hairstyle to its original handsome look.

"Really, it ruined my hairdo."

Yun Ming calmly entered the Ghost Post Office and closed the door behind him. His graceful movements made him look like a guest visiting a friend's home.

Stepping on the old man's body, Yun Ming pulled out his spear.

"Good evening, all you unfortunate souls who can't die."

Yun Ming greeted everyone in the hall elegantly.

Dozens of people in the eerie post office hall turned to look at Yun Ming.

This strange scene is chilling.

Yun Ming took a quick look and saw people of all kinds in the hall, all from different generations.

The span ranges from several years to several decades, and there are even people from the Republic of China period.

Their eyes were extremely empty and they didn't look like living people at all.

But when they saw Yun Ming, a strange look appeared in their eyes.

Yun Ming could see shock and surprise in these eyes.

"Boy, if you can't speak, I can sew your mouth shut."

A man in the crowd said coldly and strangely.

But the next second, a spear suddenly shot out from the void and nailed the man to the wall next to him.

"I have poor hearing and cannot hear anything that is unpleasant to the ear. Once I hear something unpleasant, I will generally erase its source."

Yun Ming said calmly and elegantly, with a strange curse still emanating from the ghost spear.

The man who was nailed to the wall had corpse spots all over his body.

His body was twisted strangely and his muscles began to atrophy, as if he had turned into a mummy.

Those who can project into the world of oil painting are generally those who have delivered three letters on the fifth floor.

After going through layers of screening by the Ghost Post Office, these messengers are all the top powerful people of their time.

Among them was Zhang Xianguang, who quickly cleared the Ghost Post Office three times as if it were a game copy.

"After so many years, I didn't expect that a messenger would take the initiative to step into this place."

A cold voice sounded among the crowd.

The person who spoke was a man who looked to be in his early 30s.

(End of this chapter)