Yang Jian was surprised by Sun Rui's news. The Ghost Post Office was suspected to be losing control?
Although he had considered that possibility before, the Ghost Post Office had been operating for at least several decades. For it to suddenly lose control now seemed rather unreasonable.
No.
Perhaps it had lost control long ago—not now, but more than half a year ago, after that old man from the Republican Era fell from the Ghost Post Office and died.
"How can you be sure that the Ghost Post Office has already lost control?" Yang Jian looked at Sun Rui, hoping to obtain some important information.
Sun Rui said, "Two things happened inside the Ghost Post Office while you were gone. First, the fourth floor was suspected to have been invaded by ghosts. During a letter delivery mission, a small team of fourth-floor messengers was completely wiped out. Second, the fifth-floor messengers have completely lost contact. A fourth-floor messenger told me he found the bodies of fifth-floor messengers inside the Ghost Post Office."
"Besides that, all contact between the fourth and fifth floors has been cut off."
"And after night falls, the danger inside the post office increases sharply. More than one vicious ghost is wandering through the post office now. I was attacked by a ghost. If not for this oil lamp, I would never have lasted until now."
Yang Jian's expression darkened after hearing that.
Messengers should only die during letter delivery missions, or from the curse that came after tearing up a letter.
It was almost impossible for a messenger to be killed inside the Ghost Post Office for no reason.
To some extent, the post office was still a form of protection for messengers.
It protected messengers by allowing them to escape supernatural locations and blocking the