On the first floor of the lobby, Yang Jian, Wang Yong, Li Yang, and the others were fighting off the fierce ghosts' attacks. The situation was still manageable for now. Though there had been danger, it had all been temporarily resolved.
The only concern was that no one knew how long this curse would last.
If it went on too long, many people would be unable to hold on and would die from ghostly resurgence.
Meanwhile,
at the atrium on the first floor of the lobby,
Ye Zhen was walking through the atrium when he suddenly stepped into empty air and fell through. Yet he did not disappear. Instead, he fell into a strange supernatural place.
This place was identical to the first floor of the post office.
But the walls and floor were not made of stone or wood. They were covered in sheets of black letter paper, making this place seem like a world made of paper. Yet strangely, every sheet of black letter paper bore vivid, blood-red names: Zhang Lei, Zhao Feng, Qin Kai.
These names were completely unfamiliar to Ye Zhen, but some messengers would recognize them.
Because they were all the names of dead messengers.
Black letter paper and names written in blood-red ink formed this place.
It was filled with death and strangeness, as though it foretold that the entire post office had been built from the lives of countless messengers. Now that Ye Zhen had fallen into this place, did that mean his life would also end here, making him another innocent life claimed by the Ghost Post Office?
"You really don't know your place. You dare ambush me, Ye? Fine. Very good. Today, I'll let these ghostly things see what I, Ye, am capable of." Ye Zhen was somewhat angry now.
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