The old Ghost Post Office had completely become history. All the messengers had been freed today; they no longer needed to deliver letters, nor would they suffer the curse.
In its place stood a brand-new five-story apartment building. Outside its entrance was a sign bearing the words: Hell Apartment.
Though this was a supernatural place, no supernatural incidents occurred here.
However, some lingering dangers remained.
For example, the female corpse on the fifth floor, the person in Room 502, the fierce ghost buried deep beneath this place, and the third administrator, Zhang Xianguang.
It was impossible to resolve all these leftover problems in one go. They could only be dealt with gradually later.
"Now that the post office problem no longer exists, what are we planning to do next?" Wang Yong asked.
At that moment, Ye Zhen walked over again. Rarely serious, he said, "Yang Jian, since we've met again this time, I think we should take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have a proper talk."
"Talk about what?" Yang Jian asked.
"About the future, naturally," Ye Zhen said.
Yang Jian looked slightly surprised. "You're actually interested in that? I thought all you did every day was stay in Dahai City watching anime. Still, I'd like to hear what this future of yours is supposed to be."
"If you and I join forces, we can pacify the world. Those few captains at Headquarters are nothing but decorations, unable to last three rounds against us. Then we can unite north and south and influence the great affairs of the world. Wouldn't that be glorious?"
Ye Zhen said, "If we're doing it, we might as well become the strongest."
"..."
Yang Jian felt he had been careless. He should not have believed Ye Zhen could say anything sensible. This guy's head was full