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"This letter is very unusual."

The red letter in his hand gave off a deeply unsettling feeling. The letter itself carried an eerie aura, and Yang Jian could sense it.

"I think we'd better not deliver this letter. This thing feels like it could be a trap. Why not just tear it up? I refuse to believe that ghost couldn't kill us last night, but tearing up a letter could?" Sun Rui walked over, leaning on his cane as he spoke with great confidence.

Yang Jian looked at him. "What if tearing it up is the trap?"

"Uh... that makes sense." Sun Rui froze for a moment.

"Captain, are we delivering it or not?" Li Yang asked.

Wan Xing and Qian Rong, who stood nearby, broke out in cold sweat as they listened. These people were actually considering destroying the letter and refusing to deliver the red letter.

Perhaps they would be fine, but the two of them would likely be doomed. This delivery mission was a collective task for the first-floor mail carriers.

Yet in front of Yang Jian's group, they had no say at all. They could not decide whether the red letter would be delivered.

Yang Jian was also thinking and hesitating.

The key came down to one thing: whether he could bear the price of tearing up this letter.

If he could bear it,

then destroying the red letter would naturally be the best choice.

But if the cost was too great, delivering it was also an option. With their abilities, delivering a letter was an easy matter. Their chances of success were far greater than those of ordinary people.

"There's no need to provoke an attack by a fierce ghost by tearing up the letter. The delivery isn't very difficult, at least not for me."