Chapter 58: Invitation From The Post Office
The sunset sank in the west.
In Dahai City, inside a certain high-end residential area.
An unknown eeriness suddenly descended, crossing space and silently enveloping a residence.
Even nearby Ghost Controllers failed to detect this terror supernatural phenomenon, because its target from beginning to end was only one person.
“…Has it been seven days already?” Jiang Dan looked at the path outside the window and murmured softly.
The experience from seven days ago felt like a dream, to the point that she had almost forgotten she had been drawn into some eerie event.
She hadn’t even joined that so-called delivery mission, and she didn’t take too seriously the fact that she had become a Messenger.
The Post Office wouldn’t let Jiang Dan off just because she was slacking off; the path in the darkness gradually approached, and the phantom of that building in the distance unknowingly drew closer to the distance between them.
But Jiang Dan didn’t seem anxious at all, even leisurely walking to the vanity, intending to adjust her makeup.
Anyway, it wasn’t the first time she’d encountered danger; from childhood to now, Jiang Dan had experienced countless accidents—car crashes, falling objects from heights, fires…
But every time, she survived unscathed.
“Bang—”
The bedroom’s main entrance was suddenly blasted open by someone unknown; the living room outside the door had already vanished, leaving only a dirt path winding in the darkness.
“Looks like no time for makeup, but the people inside seem pretty mysterious, so they probably won’t take a liking to me, right?”
Jiang Dan silently prayed in her heart, dispelling the thought of doing makeup, and instead put on a thick jacket.
At the end of the darkness, a neon signboard flashed continuously, like an enthusiastic old madam pulling in customers.
“Hurry hurry hurry, jeez.”
She took one last reluctant glance at the variety show on the television before stepping into the darkness.
At the same time, Zhang Qian far away in the Flower Market also sensed some kind of summons.
In his perception, a unique supernatural power seeped out from nowhere, quickly enveloping the surrounding space.
That icy cold aura transmitted across space, very similar to the feeling the envelope had given him at the time.
“Click.”
The mobile phone screen lit up; the time was approaching six o’clock, but the date above was exactly the eighth day after the first delivery.
“It came so late; I thought the Post Office was going bankrupt.” Zhang Qian opened the window, looking at the familiar scene outside and couldn’t help muttering.
He had gotten up early in the morning to pack his things, who knew this Post Office would drag until evening to pick people up.
Slinging on the specially made backpack, Zhang Qian flipped out the window without hesitation.
“Thud.”
Just as he landed, the walls behind him vanished.
In their place was similarly a winding dirt path, but the path in front of Zhang Qian clearly showed the Post Office as the endpoint, while the path extending backward had no end in sight, unknown where it led.
“Space transfer, because of the Ghost Domain’s effect? But this range is truly terrifying; the Messengers in the Post Office come from all over, yet this Ghost Post Office can cross such vast distances to gather us together.”
At first glance, it only seemed miraculous; now with more information mastered, he could appreciate the terror of the Ghost Post Office.
“According to Wang Xiaoming, Ghosts with Ghost Domains are already rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns; the largest Ghost Domain recorded by Headquarters only covers a hundred meters, but this Ghost Post Office can easily span thousands of miles. It’s hard to imagine such a Ghost being controlled by someone…”
Luo Wensong, what kind of Ghost Controller is he exactly?
Zhang Qian didn’t say the last sentence out loud, only murmuring it silently in his heart.
Uncovering the story behind the Ghost Post Office was what interested him most about this action.
Otherwise, if he just hid in the Safe House, could the Ghost Post Office keep guarding the door without leaving?
The surrounding darkness remained dense, or rather, it wasn’t darkness, but some supernatural phenomenon resembling darkness.
Strange phantoms occasionally appeared and dissipated inside, unknown whether Fierce Ghosts were wandering or Ghost Controllers had accidentally gotten lost within.
Though curious, Zhang Qian didn’t venture into the darkness just because his strength had greatly increased.
This place gave him a very strange feeling; if the Ghost Candle was absolute security, then here was extreme danger.
“I didn’t have this feeling the first time I came; is it because my cultivation has improved, so my perception ability has also strengthened?” Zhang Qian couldn’t help lightly touching his forehead.
Every nerve was warning him, as if a sharp blade was pressed against his forehead, his body’s instincts urging Zhang Qian to leave this eerie place.
Fortunately, distance here held no meaning.
He hadn’t walked far before the Ghost Post Office, which had looked like a tiny dot moments ago, became clear.
The Republic of China Era building stood beyond the darkness, surrounded by a patch of ground uninvaded by the darkness.
Though it exuded no majesty, the mottled outer walls and ancient doors and windows told the story of the Post Office’s vicissitudes.
It actually looked a bit friendly…
Zhang Qian touched his chin, unsure why he had such a strange feeling.
With a creak, the heavy wooden door opened to both sides, as if welcoming Zhang Qian’s arrival.
“Tsk, so enthusiastic, and I didn’t bring any gift; makes me feel kinda bad.” Zhang Qian didn’t hesitate, striding into the hall.
A few days passed, but the Post Office environment remained unchanged; around him were still those huge portraits, their icy numb gazes shifting with Zhang Qian.
Zhang Qian curiously walked up to a nearby portrait and deliberately waved his hand in front of it.
The person in painting didn’t look very old, with clothing fairly close to modern styles, even details like metal zippers visible on it.
“Long time no see, miss me?” Zhang Qian squatted in front of it, pulling out a stick and poking at the face in the portrait.
But the person in painting only slightly moved their eyeballs, ignoring Zhang Qian.
No matter how Zhang Qian teased it next, there were no other actions, as if the portrait was just a supernatural product without its own consciousness.
“This is you forcing my hand.” Zhang Qian warned.
But the person in painting didn’t care, the corners of their mouth slightly revealing a mocking smile.
As expected, it’s a person…
That makes it easy then.
Zhang Qian glanced around; just in the hall, there were nearly a hundred oil paintings, and though only some were portraits, the number was still terrifying.
It seemed the Tattoo Parlor also used portraits to seal living people; wouldn’t it be copying the Ghost Post Office?
“If I’m not mistaken, do you really want to get out, but can’t find a way?”
The youth remained unmoved, still with a face of icy numbness.
This newcomer was right, but so what? Could it affect him being trapped in this damned painting?
Zhang Qian continued: “Want to make a transaction? You tell me some information you know, and I’ll let you out.”
Hearing this, the person in painting showed no sign of being moved, even laughing mockingly without restraint.
Those old guys’ words were indeed right; watching these newcomer Messengers always provided some entertainment.
So arrogant, thinking he’s the legendary Manager?
