As the person who called herself Sister Hong walked into Room 504,

the lobby on the fifth floor of the post office returned to calm once more.

Yang Jian got some information from this Sister Hong and roughly understood the next steps he needed to take.

Destroying the post office completely is unrealistic; the only remaining option is to control the post office, and then, after gaining control of the post office, change its rules to completely cancel the letter delivery task. He hasn’t decided on what the Ghost Post Office will become, but he definitely disagrees with Sister Hong’s idea of turning it into a center for handling supernatural events.

Because such an approach is essentially no different from delivering letters; instead, it is more cruel, and forcing incapable people to deal with supernatural events is not only sending them to their deaths, but also causing chaos.

“Let’s put this issue aside for now; the urgent task is to find someone to take control of the Ghost Post Office. This person can be an ordinary person, a ghost master, can be a messenger, or not a messenger at all…” Yang Jian thought secretly.

If the person is not a messenger, he can forcefully drag them into becoming a messenger.

This is not a difficult task.

So the question is, what kind of person should he let control the Ghost Post Office?

“The safest method is not to choose someone else, but to resurrect someone myself and modify their memory, then make them a ghost master and subsequently the manager of the post office, using the post office’s curse to get rid of the risk of ghost resurrection.”

Suddenly, an idea took shape in his mind.

His Ghost Shadow controls the memories of countless people, and he can choose anyone from those memories to resurrect.

While Yang Jian was contemplating, Li Yang and Wang Yong exchanged glances.

There was some discomfort between them.

They fought earlier, risking their lives, and almost killed each other. Now becoming teammates is somewhat uncomfortable, but with the situation changed, they both know it’s wrong to have conflicts in their hearts.

As adults, they should put aside past events and resolve misunderstandings.

“I’m sorry for what happened earlier, I had no choice, hope you don’t take it to heart,” Wang Yong said. He was forty or fifty years old, and calling Li Yang a kid was not inappropriate.

Li Yang replied, “It’s fine, it’s a case of not fighting, not knowing each other. Your strength is formidable, hard to imagine you’ve reached this level ten years ago. It’s truly a waste for you not to join the headquarters. If you’d joined then, you might have become the captain now.”

He then explained the existence of headquarters.

The Fifth Floor Messenger who hid his identity for over a decade, during the supernatural resurgence a few years ago, was essentially a leader. Joining headquarters would have had Zhao Jianguo and Cao Yanhua dreaming happily.

At that time, the headquarters was newly established; the number of ghost masters was not only small but also weak.

“Everyone has their own aspirations; can’t force it. I just want a simple life, tired of dealing with those ghostly things.”

Wang Yong shook his head, “But back then I didn’t think those ghostly things would appear in reality, forming bizarre supernatural events. If I had known, maybe I really would’ve joined the headquarters.”

During the time he was active, supernatural events and ghosts were just stories, legends; they hadn’t truly appeared. Occasionally, when they did appear, they would be quickly resolved, so he didn’t do anything wrong then.

“Now I understand, once stepping into this circle, there’s no leaving; simple living is impossible. The best I can do is work hard myself so my family can live simply.”

Li Yang nodded, “You’re right; when supernatural events happen, someone has to stand up and deal with them. Everyone wanting a simple life is unrealistic; ghosts are unreasonable—once they appear, someone must step up. The captain and I have always been dealing with supernatural events.”

“The Ghost Post Office is just one of them; I didn’t expect it to be so complex, consuming a lot of time and energy, with limited rewards. But at least it’s nearly over this time.”

He discussed many things with Wang Yong, revealing some aspects of the supernatural circle so he would quickly understand what’s happening outside now.

Although Wang Yong lived in the city, his life in anonymity, avoiding the supernatural circle, with low social status, meant he knew little of the situation, relying solely on news to judge its reality.

But understanding the truth like this is very surface level; he doesn’t know as much as Li Yang, an insider.

The more he understood, the more Wang Yong felt suspicious and unsettled.

When he heard that Yang Jian had built safe houses and even set up food and vegetable production bases, it was alarming.

This is more than just dealing with supernatural incidents—it’s preparing for the collapse of the situation.

The actions of such characters are essentially indicators.

“Things actually got this bad…yet it’s still stable outside,” Wang Yong said incredulously.

If the situation outside is indeed as Li Yang said, how could it still be so calm?

“That’s because batches of heads have died; take Dachang City for example, it’s on its fourth head, and all within two years,” Li Yang said.

Four leaders in two years.

You can imagine how many people died dealing with supernatural events.

After hearing this, Wang Yong was silent.

Now he begins to understand Yang Jian’s actions, compared to those leaders, they as messengers have indeed justified reasons for punishment.

To leave them doing nothing is one thing, but causing one supernatural event after another due to the letter delivery task would justify not allowing messengers to live. If this issue gets out, I think the headquarters will certainly agree with the leader’s approach.

So Yang Jian handling messengers is reasonable, sensible, and legal.

There’s no wrong in their deaths.

“You actually chose wrongly from the start; to put it bluntly, even if you really managed to kill the captain, once word gets out, headquarters would definitely put a bounty on you, and other captains would surely band together to take you down, so the only path before you has always been cooperation.”

“Refusing means death, with no chance of winning,” Li Yang said.

Wang Yong asked, “Why didn’t you say so earlier? If you had, Liu Ziwen and the others would definitely have cooperated.”

“Whether to cooperate, the captain has the judgment call; if the captain feels you don’t qualify for cooperation, or has no need for cooperation, eliminating you is still acceptable,” Li Yang said. “Moreover, you were determined to take us down; would you have sincerely cooperated? Even if you dared to cooperate, the captain and I wouldn’t dare.”

“Principles aren’t spoken but fought for.”

“You’re right; there was no chance of cooperating earlier, Yang Jian indeed gave the opportunity; it’s they who didn’t appreciate it,” Wang Yong sighed.

While the two chatted, they resolved misunderstandings and eliminated some concerns.

Wang Yong learned about Yang Jian’s identity and realized how important it was to have the opportunity to ally, even if it meant dying with him. It would be an honorable death, and headquarters would commend it, leaving a good name, ensuring some care for the family afterward.

“Creak!”

At this moment.

The wooden door on the fifth floor suddenly opened again, and another messenger came out. Although they were a little late and missed a crucial moment, it proved that other messengers on the fifth floor were still alive.

The previous wave was not completely dead.

A man in his thirties appeared, carrying a backpack, wearing hiking shoes, prepared and slightly wary in demeanor.

“Is the delivery mission on the fifth floor starting again? Hello, everyone, my name is Zhou Ze, I came up from the fourth floor a few years ago, and this is my first time waiting for a delivery mission on the fifth floor.”

He was clearly a newcomer, albeit from a few years ago, and was unaware of the existence of the black letter, kept in the dark.

“No need to be so formal, Wang Yong, go and explain the situation to him and see if he’s willing to join us.” Yang Jian waved his hand, uninterested, and let Wang Yong play the persuader.

If this Zhou Ze disagreed to join, Yang Jian would have to invite him to his death.

No room for refusal.

Wang Yong nodded, walked over, greeted, and then explained the situation to this Zhou Ze, telling him, “That’s roughly the situation here. We need to work together to deal with the Ghost Post Office and end the messenger’s fate. Are you willing to join us? It’s certainly dangerous, possibly more than the delivery task, so think it over.”

This man named Zhou Ze frowned, quickly grasped the current situation, and then looked at these “veterans” on the fifth floor, cautiously saying, “This action is a good thing. Honestly, I was prepared to die this time. After all, I’m not confident in successfully delivering a letter on the fifth floor of the post office. Since you’ve made this decision, it shows that delivering the letter is wrong; otherwise, you wouldn’t do such a thing as to make things more difficult.”

“Count me in; I’ll join.”

He evidently wasn’t a hardliner, leaning towards neutrality. Hence, it was easy for Yang Jian to recruit him.

After all, what Yang Jian was doing was in their interest; everyone here wanted to escape the post office alive.

“Very well, then you should meet Yang Jian; he’s our captain. We don’t have many rules, everything obeys the captain, whatever he says goes.”

After saying this, Wang Yong saw his slight hesitation and added, “Don’t have any grievances; his ability is strong enough to convince everyone, and you’ll understand later.”

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ze temporarily suppressed his concerns and greeted, “Hello, Captain, please take care of me in the future.”

“Obey orders, and everything will be fine,” Yang Jian said.

“Obey?”

Zhou Ze roughly understood the captain’s personality, then nodded, indicating no problem.

Subsequently, several more messengers came to the fifth floor one after another.

A woman in her early thirties named Zhong Yan, with average looks and a professional smile, hard to believe someone like her could make it to the fifth floor.

A bald old man in his sixties with several scars on his face, looking like someone who used to be in the underworld, nicknamed Brother Long. Wang Yong asked him, and the old man said he entered the post office at fifty, previously an ordinary person, not involved in the paranormal.

A forty-something messenger seemed somewhat unstable mentally, unfriendly, and outright refused to join the team.

“I’m here to deliver a letter to survive, not to go crazy with you; I refuse to join.”

This messenger named Lu Sheng entered the fifth floor of the post office five years ago, and because of the black letter, he hadn’t participated in a delivery mission for a long time.

But as soon as Lu Sheng spoke his rejection, the next moment, a cracked spear whizzed in, piercing through his head, pinning him dead.

The body twitched on the floor once, and then life was gone.

This scene made others’ hearts pound with fear.

“Deal with the body,” Yang Jian said indifferently, as if it was a trivial matter.

“Killed a fifth-floor messenger just like that? And with no room for resistance? So for us, it’s either join or die?” Zhou Ze felt a chill in his heart.

The others were also sweating coldly, strangely feeling fortunate.

Luckily, they made the right choice, or else they would have met the same fate, eliminated instantly like that man.

“I’m running out of patience now; let’s follow this process in the future. Wait for another hour and see if any more messengers come. If not, I’ll move on to the next step,” Yang Jian said.

The next action?

From the sound of it, it seemed there would be some action against the post office?

Both Zhou Ze and Zhong Yan, and the bald old man called Brother Long, understood that this captain named Yang Jian did not intend to deliver letters anymore and also refused others to do so.

Is this to gather all messengers to fight the post office?

But how would they fight?

That’s a question.

No one dared to ask more right now; the body on the floor made it clear that this captain had the power to decide anyone’s life or death. The messenger named Lu Sheng who could make it to the fifth floor wasn’t easily eliminated, dying so simply and smoothly just meant one thing.

Yang Jian’s strength far surpassed theirs, significantly so.

Time ticked away bit by bit.

The number of people coming to the fifth floor dwindled.

After Lu Sheng died, no messenger had arrived at the post office for half an hour, as if all the fifth-floor messengers were already there.

“Are all the fifth-floor people here?” Li Yang asked, looking at Wang Yong.

Wang Yong immediately responded, “No, definitely not. At least based on my influence, there are still a few key figures yet to appear; they’ve been messengers longer than I have.”

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