Mysterious recovery

"Right, I remembered."

Yang Jian stared at the person who was getting clearer in front of his eyes, and remembered more and more things in his mind. Finally, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a memory fragment was confirmed.

He has not seen this person, but he has seen a portrait of this person.

The portrait of this person once appeared on the living room wall of Room 301 in Okawa City.

It was a portrait oil painting of a person, and it looked like a photo from the period of the Republic of China. The person in the painting was a handsome young man, well dressed.

"That person should be dead, why did he appear here?" Yang Jian was puzzled and puzzled in his mind.

The figure of the emerging man is close to the real state at this moment, but it seems that he has been disturbed and hindered, but the figure is not complete, and some parts of the body cannot be fully presented, and the incomplete parts are still blurred.

"There is no such man among the five old graves, so this man is the seventh person in this ancient house?"

"Then what's the relationship between him and the old woman in Room 301?"

A mystery emerges.

There seems to be some involvement in this. There is also room 301 in this ancient house, and there are some connections with the ghost post office, which leads to some stories about ghost masters in the Republic of China.

It's just that as soon as this thought appeared in Yang Jian's mind, he immediately suppressed it.

There's no point in thinking about this.

Without hesitation, Yang Jian immediately took out the red letter and stretched it over, trying to put it in the recipient's hand.

As long as the letter is sent successfully, the task this time is completed, and the rest is easy.

However, the recipient's numb eyes turned slightly, staring at the red letter in Yang Jian's hand, and did not reach out to pick it up, and the hands never raised, instead, after a long silence, he let out a soft sigh , This sound of emotion seems to be full of loss and helplessness, and there is also a kind of relief.

"He can read my letter."

"But he doesn't want to take the letter."

"He is sighing, which means that the content of the letter is not important. The red letter is more like a signal, a signal for the communication of ghost masters in the Republic of China."

"When the signal appears, he already understands everything."

Yang Jian stared at the expression change of the face in front of him, with a sigh and a look, he could analyze many things.

Obviously, this mission of sending letters is just for them to send a signal.

The moment the red letter appeared in front of the recipient, the purpose of the ghost post office had been achieved.

No matter how much Yang Jian has, this person needs this letter if he wants it, and he needs it if he doesn't want it.

He immediately stuffed the red letter into the hands of the man in front of him.

As soon as the letter is out of hand.

The delivery mission of the ghost post office is completed.

"The red letter disappeared."

However, in the eyes of others, the red letter in Yang Jian's hand disappeared strangely after leaving his hand.

It seems to have been taken by an invisible person.

"Successful, the task of sending the letter is completed." Liu Qingqing said.

"It's great that there is no danger." Yang Xiaohua breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this, she felt that she could survive this mission of delivering the letter.

It was unbelievable that it was possible for me, an ordinary person, to reach the fifth floor of the post office.

"Is this the end?" Zhou Deng looked at it, feeling that the first seven were too disappointing, and thought something unexpected would happen.

It turned out to be safer than the previous few days, and the process of delivering the letter was not dangerous at all.

But when the letter reached the hand of the person opposite Yang Jian.

An unexpected horror scene appeared.

Bizarre changes began to take place on the person in front of him. His body was aging, as if time was passing by quickly on his body, his skin began to wrinkle, corpse spots began to appear on his skin, and the hair on his head began to fall... Originally a The handsome and mysterious man looked like an old, rotting corpse at this moment.

And an unimaginable change had taken place in that face.

That face was no longer that of a young man, but that of an old man, who terrified Yang Jian.

Because this old man is exactly the one he buried yesterday when he was buried.

Two people are the same person.

One looks young, one looks old and dead.

It's just that for some unknown reason, the old man died, but the young man became the recipient and wandered in this ancient house, existing in an unbelievable state.

soon.

The young man completely disappeared, and only this decayed old man was left on the grand master's chair opposite.

The stench of corpses is permeating, and a cold breath is overflowing.

The dead body of an old man suddenly appeared. The dead body was still holding the red letter in its hand, but now the red letter seemed to have been dusty for many years. Even the envelope of the red letter was A little bit of aging has faded.

Not so colorful.

"Yang Jian, what's going on?" Zhou Deng was startled at this moment, and backed away again and again.

He also saw the corpse on the black master chair.

That was clearly the corpse of the old man in the coffin.

why.

Why did this old man's body suddenly appear in front of his eyes? Could it be that he was the recipient of the letter just now?

"Didn't I bury this corpse before, why did I come here?"

Liu Qingqing and Yang Xiaohua also opened their eyes, looking terrified, subconsciously stepped back a few steps, not daring to approach the old man's body.

This situation they cannot understand.

As Zhou Deng said, they carried the coffin together to bury the old man yesterday. The old man in the coffin was also very honest and did not move around.

Why did you run out today?

In other words, as soon as I walked on the front foot, the old man on the back foot had already revived the ghost, then crawled out of the coffin, and now returned to the old house.

Is this what the so-called first seven soul nights refer to?

It wasn't just them who were shocked.

Yang Jian witnessed all these changes with his own eyes and was very shocked. He felt that his letter seemed to reveal a signal, which had a great influence. Otherwise, how could it be possible for a handsome and mysterious man to change suddenly with just a letter? Into a wrinkled, lifeless corpse of an old man.

"Captain, let's go quickly. Now that the letter has been delivered successfully, there is no need to continue to waste time here." Li Yang shouted hastily.

The dead body of this old man is dangerous.

If it turns into a ghost, it will be the most vicious ghost.

So the best way after completing the task of delivering the letter is to stay away, leave here far away, and never come back.

"Walk."

Yang Jian didn't dare to linger, he felt that the task of delivering the letter this time was not easy and had a lot to do with it.

So at this moment, he hurriedly passed the old man's corpse on the black grand master's chair in front of him, and then quickly moved away.

He came to the lobby, grabbed Li Yang and carried it on his back, and said to the others: "Follow me."

The others did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly followed.

Everyone left the lobby, walked along the patio, went to the front yard, and then tried to leave here. They didn't dare to go outside directly, because there were also ghosts in the old forest outside.

Now that the task of delivering the letter has been completed, the key is to leave alive.

"Burn the letter paper and see if I can go back to the post office directly." Yang Jian said.

Yang Xiaohua had prepared the letter paper a long time ago, and she immediately lit a fire, igniting a piece of black letter paper.

The black letter paper is like a black incense burning, a puff of smoke drifts and gathers together, and a strange and curved path appears in front of you. At the end of this path stands an old building. The door of the building can be seen from a distance. There are also colorful neon lights in front of it.

"The road to the post office has appeared, and the letter has really been delivered." Yang Xiaohua said pleasantly.

They were worried that the road to the post office would not appear after the letter was successfully delivered, but now it seems that the road still appeared.

The retreat method of the post office is still very powerful, and the way to the post office can be opened in this kind of place.

"Road, what road? Why didn't I see it?" Zhou Deng asked suddenly.

He didn't see the way to the post office.

Because he is not a messenger, he cannot use this road to go to the post office.

"I can't control that much anymore." Liu Qingqing said, she immediately set foot on this path quickly, trying to follow this path back to the post office.

But then a terrifying scene appeared.

The road to the post office in the distance is disappearing. The whole road seems to be affected by something. There is no way to maintain the road.

Standing not far away and looking at it, it feels like the whole path has been erased by something alive.

"What's going on?" Liu Qingqing hurriedly retreated in fright.

Because the road ahead had been cut off and disappeared, she worried that if she continued walking, she would also disappear along with her.

"That thing is here." Seeing this, Yang Jian's expression turned ugly.

He knows this ability to erase the supernatural.

It was on the old man.

at the moment.

The old man is afraid that the real ghost has revived.

"Bang! Bang!"

There were two sounds from the old house behind him. It was the sound of the black grand master's chair hitting the ground after hitting it.

The chair moved.

This meant that the corpse of the old man on the chair had also moved.

"The night of returning to the soul is here. Sure enough, the old man and ghost have recovered, but I have guessed so much, and I never thought that the old man would recover in this way." Yang Jian took a deep breath.

"Leave this old house first, at worst, go to that road to stop the ghost bus." Zhou Deng said.

He also felt bad.

Tried to open the gate.

However, he found that the door that could be easily pushed open now seemed to be stuck and could not be shaken a little bit.

"The door can't be opened." Zhou Deng looked at Yang Jian with a hint of surprise.

"How about climbing over the wall? This wall is not high." Yang Xiaohua said.

Li Yangdao: "Over the wall? You can figure it out, the door can't be opened, you can go out by over the wall? This whole old house has been affected by the supernatural, you may be able to go from the front hall to the lobby by over the wall, don't believe it I'll try to show you."

After speaking, he casually threw a small object from his body.

The small object flew over the courtyard wall, but there was no response from the outside, and instead appeared in the ancient house behind it.

"Did you hear that? The things I threw didn't fall outside, but in this ancient house. In other words, we are all trapped now." Li Yang said.

He has experienced many supernatural events, and he is no stranger to such supernatural phenomena.

In such a place, everything is disordered.

"No matter how weird the place is, there is an exit. If you find it, you can leave." Zhou Deng stroked his chin and said, "This is a kind of spiritual loophole, I understand."

Yang Jian looked at him in surprise.

Although what Zhou Deng said was not very clear, the truth was true.

All supernatural places have a gap connecting reality, but this gap is difficult to find, no, it should be said that it is basically impossible to find, and ordinary people will be trapped to death.

"Tianjing, you can leave Tianjing." Suddenly, Liu Qingqing said in a strange voice.

Yang Jian looked at her.

Liu Qingqing was a little confused and said, "Did I just talk?"

"Is it out of control again?"

Yang Jian frowned. The voice just now seemed a bit special, not like Liu Qingqing's own, but more like the voice of a woman from the Republic of China period.