Yang Jian saw Ye Zhen causing trouble again and immediately wanted to stop him.
But he was too late.
Ye Zhen had already raced up the wooden stairs, following a mysterious, eerie singing voice in search of a new opponent.
"Forget it. I can't expect him to cooperate with my plans too much, but he's still very useful. At least he dealt with two fierce ghosts in a short time." Yang Jian gave up and decided to let Ye Zhen act alone.
At the very least, Ye Zhen would actively deal with some of the dangerous, terrifying things.
That would indirectly reduce the danger here.
At that moment, singing really was drifting down from upstairs. It came and went, elusive and intermittent, in the style of Peking opera. Yang Jian had heard it twice before. Supposedly, its source was Room 504 on the fifth floor of the post office. Earlier, Sister Hong, who had awakened after replacing Liu Qingqing, had entered that room.
Yang Jian looked at the incomplete female corpse on the ground, covered in black Letter Paper; then at the Door-Opening Ghost, whose head and arms had been dismembered; and then at the childlike fierce ghost embedded in the dented wall. All of these ghosts had fallen into silence.
Ghosts did not die, nor could they be killed.
This silence was temporary. After some time, the fierce ghosts would still revive.
"Open the ghost door and send these things out of the post office. We can't let them affect us," Yang Jian said.
He had not forgotten that the long spear in his hand still had a pair of dead man's feet nailed to it.
In just a brief moment, the number of ghosts gathered around them had already reached an astonishing four, and all of them were