Mysterious recovery

"If you say that earlier, then nothing will happen?"

It took a long time for Yang Jian to speak. He indifferently let go of his palm and put down the messenger in front of him.

The ghost shadow also slowly retracted from Wang Feng's body.

The stealing of memory is completed, and the modification of memory is also very smooth.

It is almost impossible to deal with a guy of this level that something unexpected will happen.

Wang Feng's complexion changed, he felt the cold aura in his body recede, and at the same time he resumed his actions again, but he felt that something had changed in himself, it seemed a little different from before, but what was this change? I can't say it, it's very disturbing.

"Are you really letting us go?"

Wang Feng still felt a little surprised, because according to the conflict between messengers, almost all of them were endless, and it was impossible to stop under the situation of absolute advantage.

"What? You want to go back on your word, don't you want to give it?" Yang Jian said.

"No, this is for you, we apologize for what happened just now."

Reluctantly, he gave the gavel away.

Yang took a look after passing through.

This mallet is not big, like a tool used by carpenters in the past. The only difference is that this mallet is a little old, with dried blood stains on it. It seems to have killed people before, and it is a murder weapon.

There is no doubt that this is a supernatural item.

It's just that the cost of using it is...Yang Jian recalled Wang Feng's memory, but he couldn't find the cost of using the mallet from his memory.

The reason is very simple, this Wang Feng has not obtained this mallet for a long time, and has used it very rarely, and has not yet discovered the specific price of this supernatural item.

"Do you need to explore again?"

Seeing this, Yang Jian casually threw the gavel to Li Yang's side.

"Hold this thing, and it can repel ghosts at critical times."

He had a hatchet and coffin nails in his hand, and he didn't need them for the time being, so he simply put them in Li Yang's hands to strengthen Li Yang's strength.

"Give it to me?" Li Yang looked a little surprised.

Yang Jian said; "A team shouldn't pay so much attention to it. You should explore it carefully. The cost of using this thing is unknown. If it is not a special situation, try to use it as little as possible."

"I know the captain." Even so, Li Yang picked up the gavel happily.

With this supernatural item, his chances of survival will be much greater.

Seeing this, Qu Hongtao, Wang Feng and another messenger all turned black.

Such an important life-saving item was thrown out casually by this person and given to others, without taking it seriously at all.

"If there's nothing else, we'll go back to the wardrobe." Wang Feng said, he didn't want to stay any longer.

Yang Jian said, "No, you stay in this room."

"You..." Qu Hongtao almost couldn't help but want to get angry.

But he was stopped by the two people next to him, and then he shook his head slightly as a gesture.

It's enough to suffer such a big loss, and you can't lose your life in the end.

Chapter 896 Death Appears

In the bedroom of room 404 of the post office, there seemed to be a lot of people gathered tonight.

Yang Jian, Li Yang, Wang Shan, Yang Xiaohua, Liu Qingqing, Lao Ying, plus the three messengers in the closet just now, the number has reached nine.

But with this number of people, they were divided into several different small teams.

Yang Jian and Li Yang are on one side, Liu Qingqing and Lao Ying are on one side, Wang Feng, Qu Hongtao and other three messengers are on one side, Yang Xiaohua and Wang Shan are just insignificant ordinary people, they can change their positions at any time in order to survive. Wall grass.

Quiet, the atmosphere in the silent house was a bit weird.

Although it seems that everyone is in peace, it is not necessarily true that each other has something on their minds.

Outside.

The rush of footsteps wandering back and forth was still there.

The ghost still did not leave outside the door.

It was this special environment and situation that allowed everyone to endure it without fighting.

But everyone believes that once an opportunity is found, a desperate fight is indispensable.

Liu Qingqing was staring at Wang Feng at this moment, as if she was staring at a life-and-death enemy, because it was he who hit her with a mallet just now, causing her whole head to be dented and deformed, and she has not recovered until now. And it looks like it will never recover.

Although not much damage.

But she couldn't bear the result.

But Wang Feng was very wary of Yang Jian, and so were the other two people around him. They felt that Yang Jian was the biggest threat.

"Interesting." Yang Jian had a panoramic view of the attitudes of these people.

He didn't personally kill anyone today, it can be said that he was extremely restrained, otherwise, not to mention Wang Feng's three messengers, even Liu Qingqing and Lao Ying wouldn't be alive now.

That's why.

Most of the reason is that the fourth floor of the post office is very dangerous tonight, and Yang Jian doesn't want to make troubles.

And if you really want to do it, there is no rush.

"Let some people live a little longer. Everything will be discussed tomorrow morning." Yang Jian found a seat and sat down. He closed his eyes and began to rest.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaohua also sat down next to Yang Jian.

Although she knew that Yang Jian had offended many people here, those were all irrelevant people. From the beginning to the end, the only person who had the ability to keep herself alive was Yang Jian.

So if there is a chance, Yang Xiaohua doesn't mind flattering her in exchange for a chance to survive.

"It seems less dangerous now than before."

Li Yang was sitting next to the door at the moment to prevent the ghosts from invading from outside the door, but compared to the situation just now, it was considered very safe now, and it seemed that the most dangerous time had passed.

But the current time is only 08:30, not yet nine o'clock.

The night has only just begun.

The nine people in the room didn't say anything to each other, and they seemed very silent, but no one felt sleepy at all, and they were all very cautious, and they would wake up immediately at the slightest disturbance.

Time passed little by little.

Nine o'clock sharp, nine ten o'clock, nine thirty... ten o'clock.

The next few hours were uneventful.

Yang Jian's decision was right. Entering Room 404 could indeed avoid the attacks of the ghosts to a large extent. If he was still in the corridor at this time, he might have to face some dangers.

The long period of mental tension, coupled with a few hours of peace and quiet, made people feel a little more relaxed.

This relaxation made her extremely tired, and she really wanted to fall asleep immediately.

Yang Xiaohua was dozing off, she didn't fall asleep, but she wanted to fall asleep, but every time she woke up, she patted her face and pinched her flesh to keep herself awake.

She looked to the side.

It was reassuring to find that Yang Jian was still sitting there, although he didn't move.

Then he looked at Li Yang on the other side, and found that Li Yang had his eyes open, not intending to sleep at all.

She looked at the others again.

Basically, they are all the same. Some people are afraid that they will fall asleep and stand up to stay awake, while others resist the drowsiness and are still vigilant about their surroundings.

Finally, Yang Xiaohua saw Wang Shan squatting beside the wall, with his head buried, without any movement, as if he had already fallen asleep.

"Wang Shan? Don't fall asleep."

Yang Xiaohua yelled with a suppressed voice, hoping that Wang Shan would stay awake so that he would not react in time when something unexpected happened.

But Wang Shan didn't respond, as if he didn't hear her words.

Yang Xiaohua gently pushed Wang Shan again, but before she could speak, the hand that touched Wang Shan was suddenly withdrawn.

Because Wang Shan's body was so cold that it was like a corpse, without any warmth.

"Wang Shan?"

Yang Xiaohua pushed hard at this time, but Wang Shan's body suddenly fell to the side, and fell heavily on the ground, his whole body was cold, showing no signs of waking up.

dead, dead?

After being startled for a while, Yang Xiaohua suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Wang Shan is dead."

She raised her voice and called out.

The sound echoed in the room, waking everyone up in an instant, and all eyes turned towards this side.

With the help of the not-so-bright light in the house, they saw Wang Shan's body.

"Dead? How is it possible." The eagle stood up suddenly, and he immediately walked over to check Wang Shan's body.

"It's really dead, and it hasn't been long since I died. There is still warmth in my chest, but there are no obvious signs of scars or spiritual erosion... It seems like a sudden death."

sudden death?

"Ying, do you think that a living person who was still alive just now would die suddenly like this?" the messenger named Qu Hongtao suddenly asked.

Wang Feng said: "It's not impossible, but the possibility is very small. However, I declare in advance that his death has nothing to do with us. I hope you don't misunderstand us, and we will not do anything to an insignificant person." , you are right."

Fearing that Wang Shan's death would stir up trouble, he hurriedly dismissed it so as not to be blamed.

"If it wasn't sudden death or murder, then there is only one possibility. He was killed by a ghost. This room may not be safe."

Liu Qingqing said, at the moment she put her jet-black hair up to cover her sunken head.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed.

"Don't talk nonsense, how could there be a ghost in this room, if there was a ghost, it would have come out long ago, it is impossible to hide it until now, with so many eyes staring at it." Wang Feng immediately denied it.

The eagle didn't speak, and his eyes turned to the bed in the bedroom.

There was also a highly decomposed dead body lying on the bed. The body was his friend Zhu Lei.

If there was anything suspicious here, it was the corpse on this bed.

"Captain, what do you think?" Li Yang looked at it silently, and he didn't find any clues, but asked Yang Jian.

The others also turned their attention to Yang Jian.

Here, Yang Jian is the boss.

His words are most authoritative.

Yang Jian opened his eyes slowly at this moment, the flesh on his forehead was torn apart, a scarlet eye rolled, looked around strangely, and then looked at Wang Shan's corpse.

"His death was indeed strange, even I didn't pay attention to his death."

Although he was very vigilant, he didn't care whether Wang Shan in the corner was dead or alive. After all, he was an ordinary person who came up from the first floor. Like Yang Xiaohua, he didn't feel strange when he died suddenly.

It's just that he died at this juncture, which is really worrying.

Maybe there really is a ghost hiding deep in the room.

"Did you forget one thing, there is a ghost on the fourth floor who sneaked into the courier." Yang Jian reminded everyone with a calm face at the moment.

"That is to say, one of the messengers on the fourth floor is not a human, but a real ghost. Maybe Wang Shan's death has something to do with it."

As soon as these words came out, everyone suddenly woke up.

Yes.

It is rumored that one of the messengers on the fourth floor is actually a ghost in disguise, and this loss of control of the post office has something to do with it.

"You mean the ghost who is the messenger, among us?" Wang Feng's heart trembled, and his hands and feet felt cold.

"We are messengers from the third floor. The ghost is definitely not among us. Only the messenger on the fourth floor is suspect. Your name is Wang Feng, right? Are you sure everyone around you is safe? Or, you are the ghost ?” Yang Jian said slowly again.

"Are you kidding? If one of the three of us was a ghost, we would have survived until now?" Wang Feng retorted.

Liu Qingqing said nothing, just looked at the eagle.

The Eagles also have this possibility.