Even though Room 502 was strange, Yang Jian could not resist trying to chop its door open.
The door could not withstand the hatchet's attack.
This was a huge advantage for Yang Jian. It meant he could force his way into any room on the fifth floor of the post office.
Very quickly.
Room 502's door was forcibly split open.
The wooden door had cracked across more than half its surface and could no longer even close. Unless something unexpected happened, this room was effectively ruined from now on. Without the protection of a door, it would be easily invaded by the supernatural within the post office.
Yet despite the door being damaged to this extent, when Yang Jian reached out to open it, the wooden door did not move at all, as if it were stuck.
Something was still interfering.
Left with no choice.
Yang Jian could only destroy the door completely.
After several chops, the old wooden door became a pile of splintered wood. Its former shape could no longer be seen.
The room was shrouded in darkness. The lights had not come on.
This was highly abnormal.
Under normal circumstances, a messenger's room had to have lights, because ghosts could not appear beneath the light.
The areas covered by the post office's lights represented safe zones.
"Is there a ghost in Room 502 too?" Yang Jian peered inside with his Ghost Eye.
Although he could ignore darkness, the room's walls blocked his vision, preventing him from seeing everything inside clearly. He could only see that the room was exceptionally damp and cold. Mold grew over the walls, making it seem as though it had been abandoned for years. It did not look like a place anyone had lived in or maintained.
Yet the middle-aged man in his