Crazy Gambler

Back home, sitting on the sofa, Wang Ye's mind kept replaying what had just happened.

It was as if the Old Man's face had been deeply etched into Wang Ye's mind.

Why the hell had he never heard of this "Suburban Cemetery" in his previous life?!

It was probably at least an S-Class location!

Or had this place simply never erupted before he died in his previous life?

Or perhaps...

Even as a member of an A-Class Squad in his previous life, he had not been qualified to know this information!

With a soft sigh, Wang Ye tried not to dwell on it. He went to the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water, instantly feeling much more alert.

When he returned to the living room, Wang Ye froze, speechless.

"Did it have to be this sudden?"

At some unknown point, that mysterious Wooden Door had appeared in the living room again.

It seemed like nothing more than a phantom projection, yet when Wang Ye placed his hand on the Wooden Door, he could feel its solid presence.

Entering once more, Wang Ye had plenty of time this time and carefully observed his surroundings.

Inside the Post Office, aside from the counter, there was a huge storage cabinet on the left.

The cabinet was filled with all kinds of items.

Broken prayer beads, rusty nails, small bronze cauldrons.

And more, and more.

Everything was steeped in mystery.

On the right stood another massive cabinet, filled with letters.

They were exactly like the letter he had delivered before.

Only, his letter had merely carried faint red bloodstains, while most of the letters in this cabinet were nearly half-red.

The most eye-catching ones were at the very top of the cabinet.

Three letters completely soaked in blood lay there, giving off a dim crimson glow.

They seemed to radiate a strange magic that made people unable to stop themselves from sinking into it.

Wang Ye lightly shook his head, breaking free of that strange sensation.

So the letter he had delivered before had only been the simplest, most ordinary kind?

The deeper the red bloodstains, the greater the difficulty?

Even today's simple letter had nearly gotten him killed, and he had even encountered a terrifying Old Man.

What level of horror did those three letters at the top represent, then?

And what did that other mysterious item represent?

Wang Ye raised his head and looked into the distance.

A staircase stood amid the darkness not far away, most of it seemingly obscured by shadow. Just one glance made Wang Ye's soul tremble.

He knew that was not a place he was qualified to explore.

But that meant the Post Office had a second floor.

Setting those thoughts aside, Wang Ye looked toward the counter where he had received the envelope.

A Hemp Rope lay quietly on the table.

"Is this my reward?"

"Ghost Messenger Rope?"

Wang Ye muttered as he picked up the Hemp Rope.

A peculiar feeling rose within him. The Hemp Rope was icy cold and seemed to carry a chill, sinister aura.

Yet that aura did not harm Wang Ye. Instead, it faintly curled around him, giving him a distinctive air.

A familiar slip of paper still lay beside the Hemp Rope.

"Ghost Messenger Rope: Can bind ghosts."

"Collect the next letter in seven days."

Those two short sentences answered every question Wang Ye had wanted to ask.

So he would come here in seven days to collect the next letter.

Wang Ye fell into thought. The situation with this mysterious Post Office was still unknown, but after completing the corresponding work, one would receive generous rewards.

It was like...

I'm basically a courier, or rather, a postman?

At least for now, today's letter seemed to have suppressed the crisis at Grave No. 3.

Could it have been meant to suppress the ghost inside?

What exactly was the purpose of this Post Office? Was it simply to preserve peace?

At the very least, there did not seem to be any downside for now.

Wang Ye analyzed the situation calmly before leaving with the Hemp Rope.

No matter what, things were still moving in a better direction. Having lived again, perhaps this life of his could be more exciting too, couldn't it?

Looking at the Hemp Rope in his hand, Wang Ye's lips curled into a faint smile.

Although the Post Office's description of this Hemp Rope was simple, Wang Ye knew that any supernatural item was terrifying. Used properly, they could produce unexpected effects.

Besides...

Being able to bind ghosts without gold was simply absurd in a Supernatural Incident.

After all, in his previous life, his entire A-Class Squad had possessed only one damaged supernatural item.

The mission was dangerous, but the rewards were equally generous.

Wang Ye felt that this suited someone like him, someone with a serious gambler's mentality.

Perhaps the ability he had failed to awaken in his previous life might have a chance to emerge in this one.

Life was gradually becoming...

Interesting.

Wang Ye collapsed onto the bed and slowly drifted into sleep.

In his previous life...

He had another nickname.

Crazy Gambler.

Crimson Hunt Squad.

"Zhang Kai, are you sure he's just an ordinary person?"

The middle-aged man with fleshy wings growing from his ribs looked at Zhang Kai solemnly and asked.

"Yes, and he seemed extremely familiar with supernatural situations."

Recalling Wang Ye's actions during the day, Zhang Kai slowly said, "And he gave me a certain feeling."

"What feeling?" the middle-aged man asked.

"He's far too indifferent toward life, whether it's someone else's or his own."

Thinking of how Wang Ye had stepped onto the suspected illusion without hesitation just to scout the way for him, and how he had acted the same way in the fourth-floor corridor, Zhang Kai felt a chill run down his spine.

Though he too could make sacrifices for a mission, there was no doubt that he did not think he could remain so calm about it.

"It's like..."

Zhang Kai seemed to be searching for the right word.

"Like what?" the middle-aged man pressed.

Zhang Kai furrowed his brow. After a long while, his eyes suddenly lit up. "A gambler. Right, a gambler!"

"At the stairwell, he gambled that it was only a low-level ghost and could not alter the terrain."

"In the fourth-floor corridor, he gambled that the ghost's killing rule would only be triggered when water droplets fell onto the skin!"

"It was nothing but naked gambling!"

Zhang Kai said with certainty!

As long as it was not a guaranteed loss, that student-looking man seemed willing to gamble!

And without the slightest hesitation!

"Is that so..."

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, seemingly pondering something.

After a long while, he instructed, "Investigate that student's background, and report this situation to the Heaven Group."

"Report it to the Heaven Group?"

Zhang Kai hesitated somewhat.

The middle-aged man smiled. "No matter how talented he is, he's still only an ordinary person."

"We might as well send his information to the Heaven Group. Maybe we can exchange it for some points."

Zhang Kai nodded in a daze.

At last, that familiar feeling.

He did not need to think. He only needed to follow orders.

That damned sense of security.

"But you need to awaken a second body part as soon as possible. Otherwise, in your current condition, your bodily functions will have mostly decayed within two months at most."

The middle-aged man patted Zhang Kai on the shoulder and spoke seriously.