Chapter 63: If You Dare To Invade
“Dong!”
“Dong!”
The sound was stiff and dull, like someone who couldn’t walk was using all their strength with every step, stomping on the wooden board one foot after another.
Obviously, this thing was not a normal person; it was either a fierce ghost or an out-of-control ghost controller.
“Big Brother!” Wang Shang suddenly turned back to look at Zhang Qian, wanting to confirm if it was his own illusion.
“I heard it too…” Zhang Qian walked to the door; the sound came from the direction of the hall and was gradually becoming clearer.
Moreover, his five senses were far more sensitive than a normal person’s, so he could clearly hear the creaking of the wooden stairs.
“Walking on the stairs? But the layout inside the post office shouldn’t have stairs, at least I didn’t find any in the two times I came.”
Zhang Qian pressed his ear to the door and suddenly found that the sound seemed to be coming from underground.
But this was the first floor; could a place like the post office have a basement?
“The light in the door crack seems to have disappeared; did something happen?” Wang Shang suddenly said.
Zhang Qian bent down to look, and sure enough, it was pitch black on the other side of the door crack; the lights in the corridor had gone out unnoticed.
And the time on the mobile phone showed 6 p.m.
“Dong—”
The final muffled sound came, and the footsteps outside the door suddenly disappeared.
But Zhang Qian knew very well that the thing hadn’t left; it had stopped in the hall on the first floor. He just didn’t know if it would continue upstairs or come looking for this room.
He was already tightly gripping a scarlet ghost candle in his hand, his legs slightly bent and ready to unleash a thunderous strike at any moment.
If the ghost dared to attack, he would make sure it wouldn’t return!
In the silent room, Tian Hao had already fearfully covered his mouth, and even Jiang Dan was somewhat scared, wrapping her clothes tightly around herself.
Just like watching a horror movie, knowing full well the ghost couldn’t jump out to hurt the audience, but when the atmosphere built up, people still got scared.
Fortunately, the fierce ghost only hesitated for a moment before thudding upstairs.
Until the sound gradually faded away, the few people in the room finally breathed deep sighs of relief.
“That thing just now… was it a ghost?” Brother Hu patted his chest in relief, his shiny forehead crawling with sweat beads.
“Besides a ghost, what else could it be? I just don’t know why it suddenly appeared.” Zhang Qian listened carefully and only released the door handle after confirming the fierce ghost had left.
“Could it be because there are too many people in this room?” Wang Shang deduced. “After all, this room is obviously a single room; maybe too many people trigger some taboo.”
“It shouldn’t be. Xu Shaowen and the others have already completed two delivery missions, but from their tone, they should have been staying together all along.” Zhang Qian glanced at the pitch-black door crack and said gravely, “Maybe the lights can suppress fierce ghosts, and the post office turns off the outside lights at night to reduce consumption, causing some fierce ghosts to recover their mobility.”
Suppressing fierce ghosts couldn’t be without a price; at night, the messengers were all in their rooms, so turning off unnecessary lights was obviously more cost-effective.
He looked up at the chandelier on the living room ceiling; though dim and yellowish, the dark yellow light strangely illuminated the entire living room without a trace leaking out.
This suggested the lights in the room were also abnormal, but in a place like the ghost post office, abnormal seemed normal.
“It’s come to this; let’s rest first.” Zhang Qian moved a sofa to block the doorway and suggested, “I don’t need to sleep; whoever wants the bed can decide for themselves.”
“Something like this happened, and you’re still telling us to sleep?” Brother Hu said in disbelief and shock. “There’s a ghost outside; what if it sneaks in at night and kills us?”
Zhang Qian looked at Brother Hu like he was an idiot. “Even if you don’t sleep, what can you do about the ghost? With me guarding the hall at night, you rest well so you can run faster when escaping; otherwise, if you pass out halfway, no one will take care of you.”
Wang Shang wasted no words and curled up on the sofa to rest with his eyes closed.
“Brother Qian, I’m hugging the thigh.” Tian Hao on the side directly sat down leaning against Zhang Qian’s sofa, planning to make do for the night.
“Whatever.” Zhang Qian didn’t mind and began to rest with his eyes closed.
“Aren’t you guys afraid?” Brother Hu then realized he was the only normal person in this group.
“I’m afraid, so I must stay by Brother Qian’s side.” Tian Hao’s face was pale; after witnessing those miraculous methods, only Zhang Qian gave him a sense of security.
Brother Hu also understood and scurried to the other side of the sofa to sit down, forming left and right guardians with Tian Hao.
Hugging the thigh meant, whether he could survive or not, at least he wouldn’t be the first to die.
“Ha—you guys are all willing to let me have the bed, so I’ll take it…” Jiang Dan stretched lazily and walked toward the bedroom.
As part of the all-night cultivating immortality clan, her sleep was always insufficient; with no one competing for the bed, it couldn’t be better.
“Are you sure you want to stay alone in the bedroom?” Wang Shang reminded. “Although staying together increases the probability of being attacked, with Big Brother here as the safety net, it’s definitely safer than being alone.”
“It’s fine; I’m very confident in my luck. You guys hang in there.” Jiang Dan had already entered the bedroom and poked her head out to ask, “I want to close the door; you don’t mind, right?”
After getting agreement from the others, Jiang Dan closed the door, walked past a huge red-lacquered cabinet and a blurry dressing mirror, and flopped onto the wooden bed to enter dreamland.
“…”
The hair in the cabinet door crack quietly retracted, the Jiang Dan in the mirror slowly disappeared, and the bluish-black arms under the bed silently retreated into the darkness.
The few people in the living room fell silent.
Even if they couldn’t sleep, they could only strive to conserve energy as Zhang Qian said, lest they have no strength to escape.
Time passed unknowingly; Brother Hu, who didn’t want to sleep, was already snoring loudly.
“Dong!”
In the silent night, that familiar footsteps sound rang out again.
“It’s back…” Zhang Qian opened his eyes, gently patted the others awake, and whispered, “That thing is starting to go downstairs; I don’t know if it’s coming for us. Get ready.”
After speaking, regardless of the others’ reactions, he walked straight to the door and pressed his ear against it.
Outside the door, a series of knocking sounds came from diagonally above; the sounds were very rapid, unlike the aimless ones before, more like it had locked onto a target.
Soon, echoes of footsteps faintly rang in the corridor.
“It’s reached the first-floor hall; I don’t know which way that thing will go.”
Zhang Qian quietly gripped the door handle, already prepared for confrontation.
“Dong!”
Without keeping Zhang Qian waiting long, the fierce ghost stomped heavily into the corridor.
Because this was Room 3, very close to the corridor entrance, the fierce ghost was already within reach.
But once truly approaching Zhang Qian and the others, the fierce ghost slowed down again, walking unhurriedly in the pitch-black aisle, as if wanting to tease their nerves.
The temperature is fluctuating; pay attention to prevent catching a cold. I’ve already fallen ill (╥╯﹏╰╥)
