Mysterious recovery

"Let's all take a rest, tonight is still very long, if everything goes well, you can still last until tomorrow morning." Yang Jian said, and at the same time he touched the crack on his forehead.

The wound caused by the hatchet curse is already being repaired at this moment.

It's just that the speed is not as fast as expected.

It seems that the price paid for that knife just now is a bit high.

"Even if I survived tonight, I will still die if tomorrow's letter delivery mission occurs." Yang Xiaohua was sitting on the ground curled up against the wall at this moment, her tone was lost, and she felt like giving up struggling.

She feels so tired.

It would be better to just die like this.

Yang Jian glanced at him: "We've come to this point, what do you mean by saying that now? Do you want to commit suicide? But if you want to commit suicide, you have to get my consent."

"I don't even have the right to die?" Yang Xiaohua said.

"No, you don't even have the ability to die." Yang Jian said, "If you don't believe me, you can try it."

Yang Xiaohua's eyes moved, thinking about the meaning of Yang Jian's words: "I should be of little value to you. If I die, you should be less burdensome, which is a good thing for you."

"That's true. Nod your head, and I'll throw you out right now." Yang Jian nodded and admitted directly.

"You..." Yang Xiaohua didn't dare to say any more.

She could tell that Yang Jian was serious. If she said something, she would be thrown out of the room immediately.

"It's really a waste that can't support the wall. You should have died in Dachuan City in the first place, and you want to work for me at this level? I hate it even if you post it." Yang Jian said coldly.

"Yang Jian, come and have a look, there seems to be a dead person on this bed."

At this moment, Wang Shan suddenly pointed to a bed next to him and said.

The bed was covered with a white quilt, but when one corner was lifted, one was surprised to find that a highly decomposed dead hand was exposed inside the quilt.

Not only Wang Shan, but Lao Ying and Liu Qingqing on the side also saw it.

"It's not a ghost, it's just a dead person. It should be the messenger on the fourth floor, probably killed by a ghost." Liu Qingqing judged.

"This corpse seems a little familiar." Eagle frowned after observing, and he immediately lifted the quilt.

A strong corpse smell wafted out, and the smoked person almost vomited.

A highly decomposed dead body appeared before his eyes.

The dead body held a photo and a suicide note in its hands.

"It's my missing friend Zhu Lei." Eagle narrowed his eyes after identifying it for a while.

"He died peacefully, and left a suicide note and photos, so he wasn't killed by a ghost, but committed suicide." Liu Qingqing said.

Eagle frowned and said, "Zhu Lei doesn't seem like someone who would commit suicide, he's not that fragile."

"It doesn't matter anymore, he has been dead for a while." Yang Jian glanced at it, not interested in the dead body.

The eagle didn't speak, just walked over and took the photo and suicide note from the corpse's hand.

Without any scruples, he opened the suicide note and looked at it.

It was indeed Zhu Lei's personal letter, which stated some last wishes. The photo was Zhu Lei's family portrait, and it seemed that he never forgot his family before he died.

"I finally became the messenger on the fourth floor, but I didn't expect to be able to resist in the end." Li Yang glanced slightly and said with some emotion.

He followed Yang Jian all the way here, and he knew very well how difficult it is to be a messenger on the fourth floor.

As long as you persevere and go up to the fifth floor of the post office, there is a great hope that you can leave this ghost place, and you don't need to accept the post office's mission to deliver letters, and you will be completely free.

"Huh? Is there such a piece of furniture in the other rooms on the fourth floor?"

At this moment, Yang Jian inadvertently noticed a large wooden wardrobe in the corner of the room while observing the corpse.

Although this wardrobe is large, it is very inconspicuous, because the whole room is perfectly integrated together, as if it should appear in that position, and it will not attract special attention, even if it is seen, it is just a casual glance.

"No, the other rooms on the fourth floor don't have this kind of big wardrobe. The room 402 I stayed in before had only a bed and a bedside table, and nothing else. However, each room is different, and there will be more or less Some differences in decoration, but this kind of large furniture is impossible."

Eagle said sensibly.

"Do you think there is something wrong with this wardrobe?"

"It can't be that bad luck." Seeing this, Wang Shan hurriedly backed away from the big wardrobe.

Yang Jian walked over: "I can't be sure, but it's better to check it out, after all, I still have a long time to stay here tonight."

"Liu Qingqing, you don't intend to stand there all day, do you?"

"I see, I'll go take a look." Liu Qingqing understood what Yang Jian meant.

I didn't do anything along the way, and Yang Jian took care of all the dangers. Now Li Yang is blocking the door, but she, as a ghost master, didn't help. It's really hard to say.

So she has no reason to refuse the trivial matter of checking the situation in the room.

I am also embarrassed to refuse.

Liu Qingqing came to the big wardrobe.

Even her 1.7-meter tall figure was a little short in front of the closet. She observed it, and then opened the closet door cautiously.

But she just opened the wardrobe door.

Something protruded from inside and hit her head-on.

moment.

Liu Qingqing's head fell to the ground, a large area was sunken, and then rolled to the side with a grunt, with her eyes wide open, she looked very surprised.

But her body was still standing there, did not fall down, and maintained a posture of opening the door.

"what?"

This sudden change shocked everyone.

"Have you been attacked?" Yang Jian's face darkened, and he saw something in the cupboard door.

A hand protruded from the door of the cabinet where a few scattered clothes were hung, holding an old blood-stained gavel in that hand.

"There are people inside, I was attacked by a living person."

Liu Qingqing, who fell to the ground, did not die. There was no flesh and blood in her neck, it was actually wood spliced ​​together. The whole person was like a puppet, only her face was her own.

Although she suffered a terrible attack, Liu Qingqing made a judgment and knew that the person who attacked her was not a ghost, but a human.

"Spiritual item?"

Yang Jian stared at the old blood-stained gavel, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

It seems that today is not unlucky, but a little rewarding.

"Come out, guy hiding inside."

The people in the closet did not speak, and no one responded, but stretched out their arms from the pile of clothes in the closet and grabbed the door to close it.

"Can't hear you? Or are you ignoring me?"

As soon as Yang Jian raised his hand, the cracked spear in his hand flew out, and the part of the coffin nail at the end of the gun directly pierced the arm, nailing it hard to the cabinet door.

There was still no movement inside.

But Yang Jian didn't care about this, he strode forward, took off the spear, grabbed the arm, and pulled it out.

A person in the closet let out a dull scream and was pulled out.

He didn't have the bloody gavel in his hand, and he was not the same person who attacked Liu Qingqing just now.

"It's the messenger from the fourth floor. I've seen him before. His name is Qu Hongtao." Eagle was also staring at him. He saw the man being captured and recognized him immediately.

"Eagle? Is that you?"

This man named Qu Hongtao gritted his teeth and stared at him.

The eagle seemed to have a normal relationship with him, and snorted heavily: "No wonder there is no sign of the messenger in the other rooms. You are really good at hiding, and you actually hid in the closet in room 404. You are not afraid of the ghosts in this room." Shall I kill you by smashing my head against the closet door?"

"Of course I was afraid, so we aimed at the ghost's head and knocked it just now. As long as we hit the ghost, we will be safe. I really didn't expect the situation to become like this." Qu Hongtao was trampled on the ground , he stared at Yang Jian.

a newcomer?

No.

Several newcomers.

He saw Li Yang, Wang Shan, Yang Xiaohua and other strange faces.

Yang Jian said: "Is there anyone hiding inside? How many are hiding?"

"Count me, three." Qu Hongtao said.

"There are still a lot of people." Yang Jian said: "This wardrobe seems to be unusual, it seems to be able to isolate all movements."

"This wardrobe was obtained during a mission to deliver a letter before. At that time, there were ghosts hiding in the wardrobe, so it was contaminated with some spiritual aura and produced some weird changes. You put this thing down first, and you have something to say." Qu Hongtao said.

He didn't dare to move when he saw that the spear in Yang Jian's hand was aimed at his head like it was about to fall at any moment.

This is a ruthless man.

Once I didn't cooperate a little bit, I was afraid that I would be pierced through my head and die on the spot.

So he also answered every question, not daring to conceal information.

And this information cannot be concealed.

Chapter 894 The Bloody Gavel

Unexpectedly, the messenger who survived on the fourth floor was hidden in the closet of bedroom 404.

They did have some tricks, and they were able to get a strange thing with a supernatural aura. This wardrobe is not considered a supernatural item, but because there were ghosts hiding in the wardrobe before, some weird changes took place in the wardrobe. That's all, it seems to be able to isolate the movement inside and outside.

Let the ghost outside the closet not find the person in the closet.

It also prevents the people in the closet from hearing the movement outside.

Although very tasteless.

But at the moment, it is very useful to be on the fourth floor of the out-of-control post office, at least it can make people safely through the most dangerous night.

And the location of the wardrobe is also very clever.

Deliberately placed in room 404 where there is a ghost, to keep company with ghosts.

After all, ghosts are real ghosts, but the messenger is not necessarily a real messenger. You can take this opportunity to avoid the ghost hidden in the messenger.

"Sure enough, there are still other messengers who survived. The messenger on the fourth floor is indeed very thoughtful." Although Li Yang is very interested, he has a more important task, which is to block the door.

Because outside the door, the hurried footsteps walking back and forth did not stop.

The ghost is still lingering outside the door.

At the same time, Liu Qingqing's headless corpse that opened the closet door started to move. Her body seemed to be fine, and she slowly walked towards the place where her head rolled down, and then bent down to remove the shriveled body that had been pounded. Picked up the head, and then put it together for himself.

The neck and body are puppets, and they fit perfectly, without even needing to borrow the ghost's abilities.

Liu Qingqing moved her neck, making a clicking sound, and touched her forehead.

The blow of the mallet was terrible, more than half of the forehead sank, and the beautiful head was deformed. She tried to press it, but there was no way to restore it. It seemed that it caused permanent damage. The person must be dead, even if it is a ghost, I'm afraid it has already been repelled.

"The puppet's body itself is supernatural, and that mallet is very unusual." Yang Jian knew exactly how special Liu Qingqing's body was.

Although Liu Qingqing survived the blow, it didn't seem to have much effect.

It is possible to smash the head of the puppet's body, which means that the real ghost will also have its head smashed after bearing this blow.

"Kill him." Liu Qingqing's beautiful face was particularly gloomy at the moment, she was a little angry, and wanted to kill him.

Yang Jian glanced at her: "It's up to me to decide whether to kill or not, not you."

"Aren't you going to kill the messenger on the fourth floor? He's against us. Do you still want to let him go? If you don't do it, then I'll do it."

Liu Qingqing stepped on high heels and walked over with a shriveled head on her head.

"Calm down." Wang Shan advised.

He didn't want to see Yang Jian and Liu Qingqing clash.

"Shut up." Liu Qingqing gave Wang Shan a fierce look, and at the same time an invisible supernatural curse fell on Wang Shan.

Wang Shan stood motionless like a puppet, his hands and feet were stiff.

puppet?