Chapter 62: Dull Footsteps
Hu Song Shan?
It really is a familiar name.
The last time he heard Hu Song Shan’s name was from Xiao Fan. He thought it was just a coincidence, but unexpectedly got his information from Tian Hao so quickly.
“Brother Qian, do you think this is enough?” Tian Hao rubbed his hands and asked cautiously, “I was just confused for a moment and had no intention of going against you. Can you let me off this time?”
Tian Hao tried hard to make a fawning expression, but that face still looked gloomy, making people feel somewhat uncomfortable.
“Go sit down in the past.” Zhang Qian did not kill them all. In the future, if needed, he might be able to use Tian Hao as bait to lure and kill that Hu Song Shan.
According to Zhang Qian’s deduction, Hu Song Shan’s position in that organization was estimated to be similar to an outer sect steward of a sect, responsible for inviting civilian ghost controllers to join the organization. His strength might not be very high, but he definitely had a lot of information on hand.
“Yes.” Tian Hao tiptoed to the coffee table, found an empty sofa, and sat down casually.
“Let’s begin. Introduce this place to those two.”
Zhang Qian did not get involved and started wandering around the room. He left in a hurry last time, so this time he could explore it properly.
“Listen, what I’m about to say is not a joke; it’s all real.” Wang Shang looked seriously at the two newcomers and warned in a somewhat hoarse voice, “I was once a newcomer too, and I heard the seniors 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, and we have become its messengers…”
The information from Gao Yong was passed on to the newcomers by Wang Shang, and Brother Hu and Tian Hao’s expressions gradually turned to panic.
“Not delivering the letter means death, failing to deliver means death, encountering danger while delivering still means death…” Tian Hao held his head and muttered to himself, “How could it be so dangerous? That Hu Song Shan didn’t say it like this at the time.”
Wasn’t it said that fierce ghosts are all idiots and can only become human tools? Why did it turn out like this?
He just wanted to become Superman, but he didn’t want to risk his life.
“Oh? Finished?” Zhang Qian opened the bedroom doorway and walked back to the living room.
He had almost explored the layout here. There was a bedroom and a toilet. Except for the somewhat outdated decor, it was no different from a normal residential room.
Or rather, these rooms were originally the resting area prepared by the post office for messengers.
“Weren’t you very interested in fierce ghosts? Now you have a chance to contact supernatural events. Aren’t you happy?”
Zhang Qian slapped Tian Hao on the shoulder, startling him awake from his panic.
Tian Hao’s face was now pale, covered in sweat. If not intervened, he might scare himself to death.
It was hard to imagine that this person had just been swearing he wanted to become a ghost controller. Truly, the ignorant are fearless…
The people on the supernatural forum were the ones most interested in all things supernatural. That organization cast a wide net to spread news of ghost controllers, and in the end, there would definitely be lucky ones who become ghost controllers and join them.
It was just unknown whether this lucky one was one in a hundred or one in a thousand.
“I… can I quit?” Tian Hao muttered, then pounced at Zhang Qian’s feet like grabbing a lifeline, “You’re so powerful, can you destroy this Ghost Post Office? Or not let me be this messenger?”
“Can’t do it, or rather, I don’t think anyone in this world can do it.” Zhang Qian refused decisively.
Joking aside, even Xun Can, who was so good at pretending, knelt. He didn’t think his small frame could withstand one finger from Luo Wensong.
“Stand up.” Wang Shang looked at Tian Hao, feeling inexplicably annoyed, even having an urge to hit him.
But he quickly realized his emotions were abnormal and swallowed the words he wanted to say.
“Don’t get worked up…” Jiang Dan yawned, “If you don’t want to go, you can lie at home like me. You won’t trouble others or encounter danger.”
From the current perspective, Zhang Qian was the big daddy luckily matched to her, definitely able to carry her all the way out of the siege.
It was just that big daddy had improper thoughts about her, unsure if he could withstand the backlash…
“It can be like this?” Brother Hu was originally somewhat in despair, but hearing this, he perked up, “That, Brother Qian, can I not go?”
Tian Hao unwilling to show weakness begged, “Me too…”
Zhang Qian frowned, realizing things were not simple.
They were trying to make him a lone commander? Good thing he had Wang Shang with him.
Just thinking that, Wang Shang took the initiative to resign, “Big Brother, my strength is insufficient, so I won’t trouble you. I’ve already scouted information on a fierce ghost. Once I become a ghost controller, I’ll come help you.”
Ordinary people play too small a role in supernatural events. Wang Shang didn’t want to be a burden to others again.
“Are you sure? Participating in the delivery mission is also a way to contact fierce ghosts. I definitely won’t watch you die, but contacting fierce ghosts on your own is nine deaths and one life.” Zhang Qian reminded.
Wang Shang still refused, “I’ve thought it through clearly, Big Brother. You also need fierce ghosts. I don’t have the face to rob your spoils.”
“Tsk, a good five-man squad turned into solo…” Zhang Qian complained, but did not blame their choice.
If a real supernatural event happened, he might not have time to care for others anyway. Staying home was fine.
Everyone either sat or lay in the room waiting for the letter to arrive, but the time on the mobile phone was approaching six o’clock, still no sign of an envelope.
Zhang Qian glanced at the backpack, somewhat suspicious.
This post office wouldn’t wait for him to take out the last letter, then use that letter as the mission, would it?
It had already taken back such a big pile and still not satisfied. It shouldn’t be that petty, right?
However, Gao Yong said normal letters would appear the next day, so wait until tomorrow.
Unless there was no choice, Zhang Qian didn’t want to hand out the envelope. This thing’s effect was too good. Universal seasoning—with it, he could eat whatever ghost he wanted.
“It’s getting late, prepare to rest. But there’s only one bed. What do you plan to do?” Zhang Qian stood up and asked.
The rooms here were probably prepared for individual messengers. The bedroom had only one bed, and their group of four men and one woman wasn’t easy to allocate.
“Can’t fit, so can I leave now?” Brother Hu was somewhat eager.
Now sober from the alcohol, he increasingly felt this place was not simple. The decor style didn’t belong to modern times at all, the furniture was somewhat faded. It might be a haunted house.
“I just said, you can only leave after taking the letter.” Wang Shang was somewhat displeased, “If you don’t want to follow the rules, you can go out and try. See exactly what ghostly place you’ll end up in without the post office to guide you.”
“Sorry, sorry, I was a bit scared earlier and didn’t listen carefully.” Brother Hu patted his beer belly. He was about to ask more but was interrupted by a dull thud.
“Thud!”
