Chapter 6: Ghost Post Office
“So that’s how it is…” Zhang Qian recalled his experience at the hospital, “I thought that Ghost Hand was an exception, but unexpectedly most ghosts are like this.”
He browsed some other information and found that a lot of it was uploaded by Ghost Controllers.
So he also uploaded the Ghost Hand information, successfully obtaining 5 points, plus the 5 points from resolving the Supernatural Event, successfully upgrading to a level 2 user.
As he looked, a self-account by Yin Zi caught Zhang Qian’s eye.
“Recently, missing person cases have appeared all over the country. After following up on investigations, some evaporated from the human world, while others appeared thousands of miles away.”
“I visited some people who went missing and then reappeared. They claimed to be messengers, ordered by the Ghost Post Office to deliver letters all over the country.”
“I suspect this matter is related to the increasing Supernatural Events, but I haven’t found a way to enter the Ghost Post Office.”
“So the Ghost Post Office doesn’t need to be found at all; it has already come to find me.”
“I’m about to enter the Ghost Post Office. This article will automatically send in 24 hours. I hope you won’t see it.”
Zhang Qian instinctively glanced at the posting time, “Nearly half a year ago. It seems this He Yin’er is already gone.”
He looked at the box under the bed, “This letter of mine wasn’t delivered by a messenger, was it?”
However, he had no intention of opening the box. Even a level 5 big shot had died; it was better for a level 2 newbie like him to avoid getting involved.
“Go out and grab some food first, then come back early to cultivate.” Zhang Qian changed into his own clothes but stopped at the doorway.
Unbeknownst at what time, a yellow envelope suddenly appeared in the door crack, identical to the one he had previously stored in the Gold Box.
“No way…” He pulled out the black briefcase, opened the Gold Box, and an envelope was lying quietly with the Ghost Hand.
“What does this mean? Not taking the letter means I can’t leave?” Zhang Qian pulled out the envelope from the gap, stuffed it into the Gold Box and closed it, “If you have the ability, send another letter.”
As if hearing Zhang Qian’s muttering to himself, a gale suddenly blew in the bedroom. Countless envelopes rushed in through the window, densely sticking to the door, covering the wooden door into a eerie yellow paper door.
Zhang Qian fell silent, but he didn’t give up. He stubbornly walked to the window side, only to find that outside had somehow turned into a patch of dark open space, with a dirt path winding and twisting, leading to who knows where.
He pulled open the door, and sure enough, it was the same scene, with that dirt path even slowly approaching.
“I originally wanted to cultivate immortally low-key, but since you’re doing this, don’t blame me for not holding back.” Zhang Qian no longer evaded, slung on the Gold Box, flipped out the window, and disappeared into the darkness along the dirt path.
Headquarters communications room.
One wall specifically recorded the phone signals of various Ghost Controllers. Generally speaking, this specially made satellite phone wouldn’t lose signal. Once the signal was lost, it meant the Ghost Controller had fallen into some dangerous Supernatural Event.
And at this moment, the green light representing Zhang Qian flashed, then with a click turned red.
……
The dirt path was located in an unknown place, surrounded by deep darkness on all sides. Even using full True Qi, Zhang Qian couldn’t see through it.
The space became disordered under the influence of some eerie strength. Clearly not having walked far, a strange building suddenly appeared before his eyes.
This was a five or six-story Republic of China era building, with windows and a main entrance.
Right above the main entrance hung a plaque in traditional characters “Ghost Post Office”, with red and green neon lights lit beside it, as if afraid it wasn’t conspicuous enough.
Although the building was old, covered in moss, with walls dark and black, exuding a chilling atmosphere everywhere, the overall structure was well preserved without any damage.
The wooden main entrance slowly opened, revealing an ancient hall with wooden floor covered in mottled marks but not decayed.
Zhang Qian walked into the hall, feeling a chilling atmosphere permeating the air.
The surrounding walls were full of huge black-and-white portraits, their clothing ranging from Republic of China era to modern, with eerie gazes seeming to follow people outside the paintings.
“So what? What do you want by calling me here?” Zhang Qian wandered the hall for a while, passing through a short corridor to a courtyard-shaped space.
Looking up, it was fully five stories high, each floor’s structure similar, with doors standing along the courtyard corridors.
Copper number plates were nailed on the doors, with the first floor doors sequentially marked 11, 12, 13…
Before Zhang Qian could look closely, the door of room 13 beside him suddenly opened, and a Bald Head poked out his head, “Newcomer? What are you standing there for? Hurry up and come in.”
Zhang Qian looked around, confirmed he was being called, and followed him into the room.
At this moment, three people were already sitting on the floor in the room, seemingly waiting for Zhang Qian to join.
“Everyone’s finally here.” The red-haired girl leaned on the sofa, “Can you now explain why I suddenly appeared here?”
“Yeah, Big Brother, you said you know some inside info. Can you share it with us now?” The short-haired youth rolled on the sofa, then suddenly looked at Zhang Qian and cried out in surprise, “It’s you!”
Seeing Zhang Qian’s bewildered face, he quickly reminded, “Me, Wang Shang! We just met at the hospital this morning!”
Wang Shang ran over and hugged Zhang Qian’s leg, “Big Brother, please take me flying once more.”
He was timid to begin with, and the hospital Supernatural Event had nearly sent him off. Unexpectedly, right after signing the confidentiality agreement and leaving, he encountered another Supernatural Event.
He had already planned to give up, but unexpectedly heaven sent another golden thigh to his side.
“You guys actually know each other. That’s rare.” The Bald Head was somewhat surprised but didn’t dwell on it, “Everyone sit down. I’ll explain the rules here to you.”
After brief self-introductions, Zhang Qian learned the Bald Head man’s name was Gao Yong, the red-haired woman was Jiang Dan, and the silent gourd was called Xu Shaowen.
Zhang Qian was dragged by Wang Shang to sit on the sofa, quietly listening to the Bald Head man’s description.
“I was once a newcomer too, and listened to a senior explain the rules here. Now I’ll pass them on to you, hoping you can survive and pass these rules on.”
“This place is called the Ghost Post Office. We are all messengers selected by it and must complete the delivery missions it issues. Every three letters delivered allows leveling up one floor. Delivery intervals differ per floor; we on the first floor do it once every seven days.”
“To be honest, these letters are mostly sent to ghosts, so you’ll encounter various eerie events during delivery, and in serious cases, even life-threatening danger.”
“And you can’t not deliver. If the letter isn’t delivered within the stipulated time, everyone will die.”
After Gao Yong finished, he pointed at the silent gourd, “Shaowen and I are just one mission away from leveling up to the second floor. Ask us anything you don’t understand.”
Wang Shang raised his hand to ask, “Where are the letters? I didn’t see any.”
Gao Yong pointed at the table in the living room, “This post office pulls us here one day in advance, so we stay here one night, and the letters will automatically appear the next day.”
“Uh, I have a question too.” Zhang Qian took off his backpack and, under the shocked gazes of the others, poured out a pile of yellow envelopes, “See if the letters look like this.”
