In the corridor on the second floor.

A vague figure stepped out of the door and was reflected on the floor of the hallway, the dim light flickering on and off.

Liang Xingyang's body appeared out of thin air, and his silver reflective pupils were real, and he saw the scene of the confrontation between the ghost dream and the evil dog and the human head under the table of the Eight Immortals.

The vicious dogs continue to bite many terrible human heads, and the supernatural confrontation between the two is in a white-hot stage, and it is believed that the winner will be determined soon.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, observing the situation in the corridor, and asked in a low voice, "Did that ghost get it?" ”

The pillars of the hallway peeled off the wood, revealing the outline of a decomposing corpse.

In a row of gaps in the edge of the wooden floor, countless strange fingers squeezed out from underneath and bent to grasp.

Silhouettes stood by the window, shadows moving along the cracks in the windows, towards the house, and the shadows turned into thin arms and squeezed in.

Now the situation in the wooden house has become worse, the ghosts are constantly recovering, and the supernatural phenomena are constantly appearing, and they may not be targeted by the ghosts.

Liang Xingyang's eyes were resolute, since he had made up his mind not to imprison the silhouette ghost, he would not change his mind, and nodded: "I got it, let's leave." ”

With that, he took out a yellow envelope from his bosom.

The envelope was old, and inside it was a piece of stationery, very thin and tactile, but real. However, the envelope is complete, without any seals, and it is made as one, and the envelope must be torn open to take out the stationery.

This is the way to the ghost post office, and taking out the letter paper can lead the way to the post office and quickly get rid of the supernatural place.

Yang Jian had no objections.

The cabin was reviving, and now it was unsafe to go anywhere, and to go down the second floor, you had to go up the strange staircase, and when you reached the lobby on the first floor, you had to cross a coffin to get out of the door. It is better to open the way to the post office directly, and simply leave the wooden house, the world of revenants, and the town of Whitewater, where the spirits meet, to eliminate most of the dangers.

The envelope was torn open, a black piece of letter paper was pulled out, and a strange curving path came into view.

At the end of the path stands an old building, which still has colorful neon lights on its signboard from a distance.

But an incomprehensible scene appeared. The whole road seemed to be heavily disturbed, gradually turning into black smoke.

The post office building in the distance became a blur, and the winding path crumbled into a thick fog, making it impossible to step on it.

Yang Jian observed it slightly and came to the conclusion: "We have gone too deep into the supernatural land, and the ghost post office has been greatly suppressed. ”

"It's easy to go upstairs and hard to go down. The hut was revived and there were many dangers, and we couldn't go back the way we came, and the abrupt and strange staircase was a ghost, and a single change could have left me in another ghost, lost in the depths, unable to extricate myself. ”

"I'll figure it out!"

Liang Xingyang glanced at the Ghost Dream Vicious Dog that stuck his head under the table of the Eight Immortals, and understood that the vicious dog was about to control the mutilated human head, so he didn't pay attention.

He took a mirror from his bosom.

This mirror exudes a rich and cold atmosphere, and in the center of the background stands a terrifying ghost, which is the wishing ghost of the dead machine.

A pair of silver reflective pupils stared at the wishing ghost, with the same appearance and action, and the white blurred ghost spread out.

Liang Xingyang's silver pupils gradually dimmed, and began to be filled with ferocious and ruthless emotions, and an incredibly cold aura was permeated on his body.

"I say, the road to the post office will eventually be revealed."

The voice fell.

The terrifying and eerie supernatural power of the wishing ghost suddenly restrained the black fog that had collapsed, restoring it to a dim, winding path.

The supernatural force affected the distance, and even the post office building at the end of the path became clear again.

Yang Jian's eyes suddenly froze, and he saw the post office path that was about to disappear, and he returned to his original state in the words and words.

"Wang!"

The Ghost Dream Evil Dog wagged its tail, got out from under the tablecloth of the Eight Immortals Table, and ran back to Yang Jian's memory.

This table of eight immortals, which did not exist in reality, suddenly decayed and aged, the legs of the table collapsed, the table collapsed, and finally turned into a pile of dust and disappeared.

The supernatural was stolen, and the table of eight immortals disappeared completely.

Liang Xingyang took the lead in stepping on the road to the post office, turned around and beckoned to Yang Jian: "Let's go." ”

Just as Yang Jian was about to leave, a voice suddenly sounded at the staircase, and it turned out to be calling out to them: "Housheng, Housheng, wait for me." ”

Yang Jian's eyes shrank suddenly, because in the sight of the ghost eye, there was no human figure at all.

"Wang?"

A sudden vigilant growl of the vicious dog sounded in his head, and the vicious dog seemed to recognize the man.

Liang Xingyang's eyes scanned the corridor, from a mirror ghost to a wishing ghost, and after losing the ability to present the real mirror, he also couldn't find the person who spoke.

Yang Jian walked on the road to the post office, and then asked coldly: "Who are you and why are you hiding your head and showing your tail." ”

"I'm trapped here, I haven't seen anyone for a long time, please, can you take me with you."

A voice echoed in all directions in the empty hallway, but there was no one in sight, somewhat strange and ominous.

"More is better than less."

Liang Xingyang's eyes flickered, this person only shouted for help when they were about to leave, which made him a little resistant.

He knew very little information about this wooden house, and it was easy to put himself in it if he took a risk.

Yang Jian also has no interest in saving a person who is vigilant by the ghost dream dog.

No one can be sure that it is human, because some evil ghosts can learn from people.

Even if the other party is really a ghost handler, it is difficult to say whether this person can maintain his mental state based on the time that this wooden house has been dusty.

Maybe you can get out of trouble, and maybe you can kill someone with your backhand.

The two exchanged opinions, and then without looking back, they embarked on the winding path towards the post office building at the end.

"Stay, stay, don't go."

The closer I got to the ghost post office, the strange crooked path began to fade away, and the man's shouts faded until they were no longer heard.

Neon lights flashing, lights shining,

Ghost post office!

The two of them came to the door of the post office again, and through the revolving glass door, they stepped into the lobby on the first floor.

"Where's that guy, I'm just going to drop by and hand him the bottle of the ghost that lacks his right hand."

Yang Jian's eyes observed slightly, and ten ghost eyes scanned, and the ghost snake instantly covered the entire building, but he did not find Liang Wensong's figure.

"Where can he go?"

Liang Xingyang also had some doubts, the post office manager was cursed, lost his freedom, and could not leave the post office for life.

He didn't think much about it, and first released the wishing ghost from the mirror space and turned himself into a mirror ghost again.

A white blur spreads.

Liang Xingyang stretched out his hand and put it on the wishing ghost's body, and a silver luster appeared on the wishing ghost's body, quickly covering it.

The real space seems to be recessed, and it is sucked in, forming a supernatural mirror.

"Huh? Got it! ”

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and in the red light, he suddenly found an old wooden door that had been opened, and the inside of the door was a thick darkness, and he didn't know where the other end led.

In the darkness stood a vague humanoid silhouette, roughly recognizable with its back to it.

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