Chapter 69: Qing Yi Ancient House
Tian Hao looked at the two whispering people with some envy in his heart. Zhang Qian was really a double standard weirdo, so icy cold to him, yet so kind to this Wang Shang.
Now, he was probably giving Wang Shang special treatment, explaining the precautions in those supernatural events.
He pursed his lips. Although Tian Hao felt very sour inside, he still stubbornly said: “Tch, to curry favor with Zhang Qian by being a lapdog. Wait until I return as the Dragon King later, then I’ll show you what a true stronger one is.”
The other two were sleeping soundly on the sofa like pigs. Tian Hao, who considered himself extraordinary, naturally disdained to associate with them and preferred to stay alone.
However, alone, although he wanted to explore, he didn’t dare go far. He didn’t have Wang Shang’s courage.
Not to mention the corridor, he didn’t even dare enter the toilet or bedroom, only daring to wander around within the living room.
Looking east and touching west, what difference was there from strolling a scenic spot.
The wooden floor creaked under his steps. Under supernatural maintenance, these wooden boards hadn’t turned to dust in over a hundred years of history, but they still fell into the category of old and dilapidated.
Their owner didn’t care much either, so these fragile yet sturdy wooden boards had been working until now.
Tian Hao also noticed this and deliberately made a big movement to attract Zhang Qian’s attention.
However, before Zhang Qian could scold him, someone slapped the back of his head. “What are you spinning around here for? Can’t find the toilet?”
“You!” Tian Hao turned around unhappily, wanting to get angry, but felt a bit weak upon seeing Brother Hu’s burly figure.
But Brother Hu didn’t indulge him and glared back unceremoniously. “What are you looking at? Looking for a beating?”
Just right, he was in a bad mood. Wasn’t this a punching bag delivered to his door?
“I…” Tian Hao wanted to back down, but noticed the others looking over too. Unable to lose face, he froze in place.
Unable to advance or retreat.
Tian Hao’s eyeball spun around, choosing to divert the topic. “I’m looking for an envelope, making a contribution to the team. This was Brother Qian’s task before. Do you dare not comply?”
Seeing Tian Hao invoke Zhang Qian, Brother Hu couldn’t say much and could only go along with his words. “Tch, did you find it? What’s the use of only talking without doing?”
“No need to argue, the letter has appeared.” Zhang Qian interrupted their chit-chat and walked straight to the coffee table.
On the coffee table were the things the few people brought: lighter, snacks, mobile phone… These items were messily piled up, and no one had paid attention to them before.
But at some unknown time, an unsealed letter had been neatly placed on the coffee table.
The four edges of the letter were perfectly parallel to the four edges of the coffee table. It was clear that the thing that placed the letter was a very rule-abiding one.
Or perhaps it was a ghost altogether.
But this letter wasn’t the bloody red kind from the first mission; it completely lacked that horrifying feeling.
It was a bit like an ordinary envelope used daily. Although it had no recipient or address, it still looked plain and normal.
“As expected, it’s different from the first time…” Zhang Qian said in disappointment.
The first mission was the extremely dangerous red letter, so delivering an ordinary letter now felt somewhat mediocre.
“This should be the normal letter Brother Yong mentioned. Our first delivery mission was clearly abnormal,” Wang Shang said.
“Although abnormal, we witnessed a top-tier ghost controller like Xun Can and even cleared that mission to learn about Luo Wensong,” Zhang Qian said curiously. “Ordinary is fine too, at least safer. But how will this recipient fierce ghost handle it?”
The recipient of the first letter was Xun Can, clearly exceeding the messenger’s ability limit, so Luo Wensong had to personally defeat him.
But an ordinary fierce ghost on a normal day shouldn’t require Luo Wensong to handle it personally, right?
“Does the post office plan for us to handle it ourselves? Delivery and burial one-stop service,” Wang Shang said.
“Unlikely. Messengers only have the duty to deliver letters; they can withdraw anytime after delivery,” Zhang Qian shook his head slightly.
To put it bluntly, most messengers lacked the ability to fight fierce ghosts; some hadn’t even heard of ghost controllers.
At least the information from Gao Yong’s side was like that. Messengers could only rely on luck and brains to survive missions.
Forget controlling fierce ghosts; occasionally having a crudely made supernatural item was enough for messengers to treasure it.
“Um, Brother Qian… Now that the letter is out, can I leave?” Brother Hu seized the opportunity to interject.
Whoever likes staying in this broken place can stay. He had no interest in these ghostly stories; worst case, he’d go to a temple, burn incense, and pray for safety.
“Don’t rush. Wait for the address to appear,” Zhang Qian said.
Moments later, the envelope still lay quietly, showing no change.
No change?
That shouldn’t be…
Zhang Qian recalled the details of the last delivery: letter appears, pick up the letter, ghost hand writes the address…
“So the address only appears after picking up the letter?” Zhang Qian muttered to himself.
It really was rigid, as expected of something made by supernatural means—like a machine, not a single step could be wrong.
“Won’t this thing have some curse or something?” Tian Hao guessed. “Is it possible that having to deliver it is fake? What if we don’t take it and just leave it here?”
“Heh, not taking it and waiting to drop dead,” Wang Shang felt this batch of newcomers was hard to handle. Hadn’t these two listened to last night’s explanation at all?
With that, Wang Shang unhesitatingly picked up the letter, not caring about any curse.
The letter had just left the table.
An unknown signature pen left on the coffee table suddenly rolled, ink gushing from the tip, dripping onto the table and crawling like little snakes.
The black ink crookedly formed some characters, combining into a sentence.
“Within seven days, deliver the letter to the Qing Yi Ancient House owner.”
Clearly, this was the delivery mission for this time. The way the writing appeared was still magical, but Zhang Qian focused more on that address.
“Qing Yi Ancient House? Is that a scenic spot?”
The last mission’s address was precise to the door number; this time just a name—what if there were duplicates?
The other three present were also baffled; clearly, they hadn’t heard of the place either.
“Forget it, I’ll check it myself later. Leave your contact info; you two can leave,” Zhang Qian reminded. “I’ll message you after the mission; remember to prepare seven days in advance.”
“Okay, okay.”
As soon as Zhang Qian finished speaking, Brother Hu ran out like a dog off its leash, opening the door in a blink to leave.
Seven days? Preparation?
When time was up, he’d go stay at a temple; if these ghosts had the ability, they could come grab him there.
