A bizarre door opened.

Wang Yong was wearing pajamas, covered in blood and dirt, filthy, yet he said nothing, remained silent, and simply collected all the corpses on the ground and threw them into the door.

He glanced at the door, and it seemed to be connected to an unknown supernatural place, not existing within reality, possibly a place to imprison malevolent ghosts.

Yang Jian didn’t help; he was paying attention to the deceased Leuk Qingqing.

Li Yang sat resting on the side, his body numb, took a long time to recover.

In no time, all the corpses in the fifth-floor hall were cleared.

“Captain, are there only this many Fifth Floor Messengers?” At this moment, Li Yang glanced at Wang Yong and then said.

Yang Jian said, “No, not just these, there are plenty more.”

He learned from the stolen memories that the Fifth Floor Messengers were not limited to these; it’s impossible to have accumulated so few over ten-plus years, especially since after the appearance of the black letter, there have been other messengers on the fifth floor.

“So, only part of them came today, and there will be more messengers arriving one after another?” Li Yang said, “Will we have to act again later?”

“This is the most stubborn batch; their death means the greatest resistance is gone, and the remaining messengers, scattered, will be easier to deal with.” Yang Jian said.

Then he threw something to Li Yang.

It was a rusty iron hook.

Also a supernatural item used by the Soul-Reaper Zhao Feng, this item is very powerful, much stronger than the blood-stained mallet.

“You can carry this from now on; it suits you better.”

Li Yang accepted it unceremoniously, “The puppet doll seems to have been in bad shape this time, previously got knocked flying twice, now actually closed its eyes, quite unbelievable.”

He took out that old puppet doll; now this eerie puppet doll actually had its eyes closed and was motionless.

“What’s with the shovel? This puppet doll can perfectly withstand the attacks of malevolent ghosts and attack and gaze at living people. Now it’s having its eyes shut by a shovel.” Yang Jian frowned, looking at the shovel Wang Yong was holding.

He was using the shovel to shovel while moving the bodies, not using his hands.

This shovel seems to have the ability to suppress the supernatural.

“It must be an incredible supernatural item.” Li Yang said in a low voice, “It can’t stay in Wang Yong’s hands; he is not trustworthy yet, and having such an item on him could be fatal if he turns on us at a critical moment.”

“I know, I’ll have him hand it over.” Yang Jian said.

At this moment, Wang Yong finished his tasks and came over.

“All the corpses have been dealt with, only Leuk Qingqing remains. What are you going to do? If needed, I can throw her into that door too.”

Yang Jian said, “No need, Leuk Qingqing is dead, but there is another person hidden in her body. I am waiting for her resurrection. Also, the shovel in your hand is extremely dangerous, I cannot let you use it for now, but I won’t treat you unfairly, take this in exchange.”

With that, he tossed out the blood-stained dagger.

Wang Yong’s face showed a slight change; he looked at the shovel in his hand, eyes complex. The greatest reason he managed to survive to the fifth floor and almost deliver three letters and escape from the post office was not because he controlled malevolent ghosts, but he obtained this shovel early during a previous letter delivery task.

Without this shovel, he would have died several times over.

“You’re the boss, you’ve decided.”

He sighed, showing no regrets or reluctance; after accepting the blood-stained dagger, he handed over the shovel.

Yang Jian took the shovel, “Rest assured, I will return it to you when you are trustworthy, but not now.”

“I understand, I have no objections.” Wang Yong replied.

“What are you planning next? If you plan to complete the black letter delivery task, the fifth floor will still see many deaths. This task you should already know, only the messenger who succeeds will survive, the others will die from the post office curse, back then we wouldn’t deliver the mail, not because we didn’t want to, but because no one dared to do so.”

He then recalled the past situation, just like now.

Anyone holding the black letter would become a target, back then no Fifth Floor Messenger dared claim they could certainly overcome others combined.

Thus, the plan to leave the black letters in the post office was formed.

This was a solution that pleased everyone.

It avoided being cursed to death by the post office and got rid of the post office’s control.

At that time, this plan was ideal, nothing bad about it, otherwise, it wouldn’t have brought ten-plus years of peaceful life.

“I am not going to deliver the letter. I came to the fifth floor not to deliver for the post office, delivering letters before was only a helpless act to go upstairs.” Yang Jian said calmly.

Wang Yong realized something: “Not delivering, then there’s only one option left…”

“Tear the letter.” Li Yang said calmly.

Yang Jian took out the black letter, “If tearing this black letter, what would happen?”

“Generally speaking, tearing a letter will lead to attacks from malevolent ghosts; if you withstand it, the post office considers the delivery successful; if not, you’ll die. And as you move up the floors, the delivery task gets harder, the more letters you tear, the stronger the attacks. Have you torn letters downstairs?” Wang Yong said.

“Torn two letters.” Yang Jian said.

Wang Yong mused, “Someone once said not to tear more than three letters; but this is actually a misconception. As long as you’re strong enough, you can keep tearing letters, there’s really no limit, most people just can’t bear the cost of tearing a fourth letter.”

“But I suspect if the black letter is torn, the fifth floor will revert to before, messengers will start normal deliveries, and then everything would lose meaning again, with endless deliveries, messengers will eventually die.”

“Since you do not plan on delivering the letter, restoring balance on the fifth floor is not to your advantage.”

Indeed.

If Yang Jian tears the black letter, the fifth floor of the post office resumes the delivery task.

He can escape the post office using the black letter, but Li Yang can’t; the black letter only allows one person to escape the curse.

“Now this situation is exactly the same as back when we were.” Wang Yong said, “But this time, you are the boss, whatever you decide, I have no objections.”

Li Yang also looked at Yang Jian, though saying nothing, it was clear he had no objections.

At this time, as captain, Yang Jian had to make a decision.

“No rush, the black letter hasn’t left the post office, the delivery task hasn’t started, there’s time to think.” Yang Jian said, “Before making this decision, I also need to consult someone.”

With that, he looked at Leuk Qingqing.

No.

She can no longer be called Leuk Qingqing, but an unknown woman from the Republic of China Period.

She is reviving, using Leuk Qingqing’s body.

This is a very sinister thing, truly unknown how that woman from the Republic of China Period managed to achieve this, clearly dead for so long, yet still can come back to life.

But according to Yang Jian’s hypothesis.

This woman from the Republic of China Period is definitely dead, but her memory has somehow been preserved through supernatural means. Perhaps it resides in that qipao, or maybe in those red high heels, or perhaps she will revive when all the pieces of the puzzle come together.

This revival isn’t truly a resurrection in the traditional sense; it’s more like an inheritance.

Latter-day ghost handlers inherit this memory, but the key lies in whose memory dictates everything.

Just like Yang Jian, he revived from the Ghost Shadow, and his memory dictated everything, so he is Yang Jian. But Leuk Qingqing failed; she did not dominate this Republic of China woman’s memory and was instead replaced.

Yet irrespective of the outcome, when the supernatural puzzle is complete, this Republic of China woman will return.

This is an undeniable fact.

Even if Leuk Qingqing can suppress and take the dominant position over this Republic of China woman’s memory, her successor, or the one after, will still become some kind of vessel.

Upon careful thought, it’s rather terrifying.

“Do you not want to wake up, or is it that you can’t wake up?” Yang Jian stared at Leuk Qingqing’s corpse and spoke: “I do not have the patience to wait any longer.”

It seemed as though she heard his words.

Leuk Qingqing’s cold, lifeless body suddenly moved, her eyes slowly opened. However, her expression completely changed at this moment, unlike Leuk Qingqing’s cold and proud demeanor; instead, there was a hint of a smile, a touch of allure, as if she was a charming beauty.

“After so many days apart since the old mansion, I didn’t expect us to meet again so soon.” She spoke, her voice also changed, completely unfamiliar.

“Replacing the present person and reviving from the past must not be easy; honestly, you should thank me. Without my consent, you couldn’t have returned so easily,” Yang Jian asked.

She continued: “No, you’re wrong, I have not resurrected; I am someone born from the supernatural, neither her nor Leuk Qingqing. You might not understand my words, but it doesn’t matter; you can consider me a resurrected person from the Republic of China Period, though I won’t be called Leuk Qingqing anymore; you can call me Sister Hong.”

Sister Hong?

But given her age, you might as well call her Granny Hong.

“Names aren’t important, just labels. I am certain Leuk Qingqing is dead, you being revived just works,” Yang Jian said: “This place shouldn’t be unfamiliar to you.”

“The Ghost Post Office, right? This place is naturally familiar,” Sister Hong began to walk, her steps graceful, more so than Leuk Qingqing, while her eyes glanced at the oil paintings on the wall.

Yang Jian said: “I allowed your resurrection hoping to find a way to deal with the Ghost Post Office through you.”

“You can’t deal with it; the Ghost Post Office, the Ghost Post Office, it itself is a trap. How can those within the trap handle it?”

Sister Hong paused, turned around, and smiled: “However, I can make you control the Ghost Post Office, make it operate in a healthy manner. As long as you wish, the Post Office can stop delivering letters and instead handle supernatural incidents. After all, the Post Office is too old and can’t keep up with the times. Next time, change the sign to the Supernatural Incident Handling Center.”

“Change the letter delivery task to deal with supernatural incidents?” Yang Jian’s eyelid twitched: “Can it be done?”

“Not hard to achieve, rules can change, and the person controlling the Post Office can alter these rules. However, the one controlling the Post Office can never leave it, just like that person in room 502, if so, are you willing?” Sister Hong said.

Yang Jian immediately refused: “I cannot stay here forever; there are more important matters outside.”

“Then find someone willing to stay in the Ghost Post Office and come discuss this with me.” Sister Hong said: “I will stay in the Post Office for a while, but not for long. Seize this opportunity.”

After saying this, she walked lightly towards a room.

That room is…504.

During the night, strange opera sounds emanate from that room as if someone is performing opera.

Everyone knows on the Fifth Floor Messenger that there is a ghost in that room, and it’s fierce. Entering there is courting death.

But Sister Hong didn’t avoid it at all; she opened the door and went in.

Yang Jian glanced but did not remind her more.

This Republic of China woman reviving using Leuk Qingqing’s body is certainly no simple matter; the ghost in the room surely can’t kill her so easily.

“Control the Ghost Post Office, change the letter delivery rules,” Wang Yong’s face was filled with astonishment at the moment.

Such a thing, he didn’t dare imagine before, yet unexpectedly it can really be done.

But the price is leaving someone permanently in the Ghost Post Office.

Then who will stay?

Wang Yong looked at Li Yang; if Yang Jian isn’t willing, then it’s only between the two of them.

“Right, becoming the controller of the Post Office makes one a kind of anomaly, and there’s no need to worry about the ghost’s revival anymore. As for that black letter, better leave it temporarily in the Post Office, it is an opportunity. It allows you to choose anyone to become the controller, even if that person is not the Fifth Floor Messenger.”

Suddenly, Sister Hong said this before entering room 504.

Then the door banged shut.

The hall fell silent again.

After a while, Li Yang spoke in a low voice: “Choosing a person to control the Post Office, turning the letter delivery task into solving supernatural incidents sounds good, but is her word credible? If there are traps, that’ll be disastrous.”

“Moreover, there’s no guarantee that this resurrected Republic of China ghost woman doesn’t have plans of her own.”

Yang Jian remained silent.

Because Li Yang’s concerns are valid; this self-proclaimed Sister Hong is unfathomable, leaving no information, her identity a mystery, only known to be associated with people from the Republic of China Period.

“If no suitable candidate is found, I can stay in the Post Office.”

Suddenly, Wang Yong said: “I know you don’t trust me, but if it can end the messenger’s fate, I will not refuse.”

“It’s pointless.”

Yang Jian thought for a moment, looking coldly: “The First, Second, and Fourth Floor Messengers are all dead, leaving only a few of the Third Floor. Now, even turning the letter delivery task into resolving supernatural incidents doesn’t mean much. New messengers are ordinary people; are you expecting ordinary people to handle current supernatural incidents? It’s just sending them to their deaths.

“Moreover, solving supernatural incidents is harder than delivering letters. Never mind the lack of people in the Post Office, even if it were fully staffed, they’d all die eventually. This place is a death trap with no hope at all.”

“So Sister Hong’s words can’t be trusted?” Wang Yong said.

Yang Jian frowned: “You can believe it, but not fully. I need to control the Ghost Post Office, but how it gets used should be up to me, not this Sister Hong.”

“What if she opposes?” Wang Yong asked.

Yang Jian gave him a glance: “She’s a resurrected specter from the past; we fight again, it’s either her death or mine.”

Wang Yong felt a shiver run up his spine.

At that moment, he felt he might’ve truly made the right choice.

This Yang Jian is genuinely determined to end the Ghost Post Office, willing to risk his life for it, not just saying so.

That’s how it should be. This way, he won’t repeat old failures. As long as he’s strong enough and determined, he can indeed wrap up the Ghost Post Office in his hands, ensuring no more innocent lives are taken here.

What a pity.

If only there had been such a person before, many tragic events wouldn’t have happened.

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