After entering the bedroom of Room 404, Li Yang's supernatural power of a ghost blocking the door finally gave everyone a brief safe haven.
But the danger had not passed.
In the living room just beyond the door, the ghost was still pacing back and forth, its hurried footsteps echoing.
Although they knew the ghost could not kick its way in for the time being, the noise severely tested everyone's nerves. They had no choice but to stay on edge, unable to relax for even a moment, as though the instant they lost focus, the ghost outside would kick the door down.
Could we really make it through tonight?
Yang Xiaohua and Wang Shan both had the same thought. They felt desperate and drained. Even with someone like Yang Jian beside them, they had no confidence.
After all, there were too many supernatural incidents and too many ghosts appearing.
The slightest mistake would get them killed.
The fourth-floor messengers were simply too unlucky. This was not delivering a letter—it was delivering their lives.
Their previous analysis had been correct.
To deal with the ghost that had infiltrated the fourth-floor messengers, the post office had directly begun a purge, killing everyone here until it found that ghost.
The messengers' lives were completely unimportant.
And with the abilities of fourth-floor messengers, it was extremely difficult to survive in such an environment. As long as the delivery mission remained, the post office would kill them sooner or later.
"Get some rest. The night is still long. If everything goes smoothly, you can still hold out until tomorrow morning," Yang Jian said, touching the crack on his forehead.
The wound caused by the cleaver's curse was healing now, just not as quickly as he had expected. It seemed the price of that strike had