A strange door opened.
Wang Yong was wearing pajamas, covered in blood and mud, filthy all over. Yet he said nothing, silently gathering up all the corpses on the ground and tossing them into the door.
Yang Jian glanced at the door. It seemed to connect to some unknown supernatural place, nonexistent in reality, and could be used to imprison fierce ghosts.
Yang Jian did not help. He was watching Liu Qingqing, who had already died.
Li Yang sat to one side, resting. His body was numb, and it took him quite a while to recover.
Before long, every corpse in the fifth-floor hall had been cleared away.
"Captain, are these all the messengers on the fifth floor?" Li Yang asked, glancing at Wang Yong.
Yang Jian said, "No. There are more."
From the memories he had stolen, he knew there were far more messengers on the fifth floor than this. More than ten years of accumulation could not possibly amount to so few people. Besides, other messengers had already existed on the fifth floor before the black letter appeared.
"So only some of them came today, and more messengers will arrive one after another?" Li Yang said. "Will we have to fight again later?"
"This was the most stubborn group. With them dead, the greatest resistance is gone. The remaining messengers are scattered about and will definitely be much easier to deal with," Yang Jian said.
Then he tossed something to Li Yang.
It was a rusty iron hook.
It was also the Supernatural Item used by the Soul Reaper, Zhao Feng. This Supernatural Item was formidable, far stronger than that bloodstained wooden mallet.
"Keep this and use it from now on. It suits you well too."
Li Yang did not stand on ceremony and accepted it. "That doll