The Strongest Strikes

After Yang Jian broke the terrifying curse of Fushouyuan Cemetery, he had found a way out for everyone.

With a way to survive, everyone's fear and unease had greatly diminished. Many had already made up their minds: if they heard the knocking again, they would immediately find a tombstone to sit on without hesitation, get off the ground, and avoid being killed by the ghost.

But that alone did not mean the matter was over.

Having survived the terrifying incident of the ghost killing people by carving their names, Yang Jian, Sun Rui, and Li Yang were about to face their first letter-delivery mission.

If nothing unusual happened in a few more minutes, they would dig open this grave, find Old Madam Liu, and deliver the red letter into her hands.

At the same time, Yang Jian had an idea of his own.

He wanted to see whether he could find that coffin nail.

If he could, then the losses and risks this time would have been worthwhile.

Meanwhile.

Outside Fushouyuan Cemetery.

This place had already been completely sealed off by members of the Supernatural Forum.

The perimeter had extended two or three streets away.

The sudden lockdown had paralyzed traffic nearby. Many vehicles were jammed on the roads, unable to move forward or back, and quite a few angry drivers had gotten out and started cursing in the streets.

"This is bad. Fushouyuan Cemetery has been sealed off. No one is allowed in or out." At that moment, on a sidewalk, a thin, sinister-looking man raised his head and stared toward the distant cemetery, his face filled with anxiety.

He was one of the first-floor messengers of the Ghost Post Office.

Like Yang Jian and the others, he was responsible for delivering this red letter.

However, after leaving the