In the bedroom of Room 404 in the post office, there seemed to be quite a few people gathered tonight.
Yang Jian, Li Yang, Wang Shan, Yang Xiaohua, Liu Qingqing, Old Eagle, plus the three messengers who had just been inside the wardrobe—there were nine people in total.
Yet these few people had been split into several different groups.
Yang Jian and Li Yang were one side; Liu Qingqing and Old Eagle were another; Wang Feng, Qu Hongtao, and the other two messengers were one side. Yang Xiaohua and Wang Shan were merely insignificant ordinary people. To survive, they could change sides at any time. They were fence-sitters.
The atmosphere in the silent, quiet room was somewhat strange.
Although everyone appeared to be getting along peacefully, no one could say what the others were really thinking.
Outside the door.
The hurried footsteps pacing back and forth continued.
The ghost was still outside the room and had not left.
It was precisely this special environment and situation that allowed everyone to restrain themselves and avoid coming to blows.
But everyone believed that once an opportunity arose, there would inevitably be a desperate fight to the death.
Liu Qingqing was currently staring fixedly at Wang Feng as if he were her mortal enemy. He was the one who had struck her with the wooden mallet earlier, leaving her entire head caved in and deformed. It still had not recovered, and from the looks of it, it would be very difficult for it to ever recover.
Although the damage was not severe.
She simply could not accept such an outcome.
Meanwhile, Wang Feng was extremely wary of Yang Jian. The other two people beside him were the same. They considered Yang Jian the greatest threat.
"Interesting." Yang Jian took in everyone's attitudes.
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