Chapter 278 Is There Any More Royal Law?

The layout of the fifth floor is slightly different from the first to fourth floors, because there are no stairs to go upstairs, only the roof, and there are seven rooms under the roof instead of the thirty-six on the first to fourth floors.

"Seven rooms... So the first batch of ghost post office messengers should be those seven." Tang Long's ghost eyes kept turning, looking around. Of course, there was no one in the hall, dark and It was depressing, with only the slightly yellowish lights on.

Most of the messengers on the fifth floor were killed by the old messengers. Even if there were survivors, most of them chose to join in the conspiracy. The remaining few only delivered letters once a year. Of course, they couldn't appear here by such a coincidence.

On the walls of the hall, there are oil paintings hanging, including landscapes and portraits. Other messengers may not know what is going on, but Tang Long understands that these oil paintings are merging together to outline a complete world in the painting, a complete world. The ghost post office.

And those portraits were naturally the portraits of Yang Xiao and other messengers who had left the fifth floor. They all looked at Tang Long with earnestness. Although they could not speak, they kept everything in silence.

"I remember that there was a talking ghost in room 501, and there was a piece of Tian Xiaoyue's body. Room 502 was the key to recovering the ghost post office and the black letter. Room 507 was a relatively safe room. Only there was a scary one under the bed. He's a tall devil."

"Squeak——!"

Just as Tang Long was reminiscing, the door of 502 suddenly opened, and intermittent coughing came: "After so long, has a new messenger finally climbed up to the fifth floor?"

"The messenger on the fifth floor who voluntarily sacrificed himself, his body was holding the black letter." Tang Long recalled for a moment, then turned and left.

"Um?"

The people in the room were slightly surprised. They opened the door slightly, revealing his old and solemn body in his early fifties: "Young man, this fifth floor is not peaceful. I advise you not to run around."

"Humph, that ghost from 502 has started to lie again." At this time, a voice also came from 501, "Next, he will trick you into entering that room. Housheng, if you go in, you will never come out again." ”

"Don't believe him." The man in 502 coughed twice more. "It's the evil spirit hiding in the room. It doesn't dare to open the door and show up. It just keeps making noises to coax the newcomers. Don't believe a word of it."

"Don't worry, you two." However, at this moment, Tang Long turned around and showed a warm and sunny smile, as if he went to the countryside to express condolences to the veteran cadres, "Wait until I go to clean up the room in 507, and after the lights go out, we can have fun together again." Play on the ground.”

As soon as he said these words, the man in room 502 suddenly showed a confused expression. At this time, Tang Long had already arrived at the door of room 507. The shadow slowly squirmed, and a tall, thin old man with a face full of corpse spots appeared behind him.

"Lao Luo, open the door."

Luo Wensong's palm slowly stretched out, and with just a slight push, he pushed open the tightly locked door with countless black hairs wrapped around the handle. By the way, he also gave a friendly gift of a wave of door-opening kills. The ghost in the room.

"That's... a ghost?!" The man in 502 looked confused. He looked at Tang Long swaggering into the room. He quickly took out a ghost from inside and threw it at the door of room 501. Naturally, It's like an unscrupulous neighbor leaving garbage bags in front of other people's homes.

Then, he very calmly waved to the man in 502, opened the door again and returned to 507, leaving a message by the way.

"Keep the door open and wait for me tonight, hehehehe."

Middle-aged man: "???"

I've seen people teasing people, but I've never seen people teasing ghosts. It's just a female ghost, but he's also teasing a male ghost.

Is there still king's law? Is there still law?

At this moment, six o'clock in the evening arrived, and the chandelier in the hall suddenly went out. He hurried back to the room and closed the door.

On the other side, after closing the door of 507, Tang Long took out the brass lock and isolated the room.

"Check all of 507 first, leave a way out, and then go to 502 to get the letter."

Although it would be safer to sleep here overnight and go to 502 after dawn, Tang Long had to give the messengers on the fifth floor time to react.

After getting the black letter tonight, they would have the opportunity to gather together and deliver it to their door tomorrow morning.

Ghost Eyes scanned the room. The living room, which was originally decorated in a modern style, showed its true state in Tang Long's eyes. It was a dark, old and depressing space.

The walls were extremely mottled and covered with moss. The floor was covered with black traces of blood and nail scratches. It seemed that something terrible had happened. The furniture was old and dirty, as if it had not been cleaned since leaving the factory.

Living in a place like this, even if you are not sick, you will suffer from mental illness. It is no wonder that you have to use supernatural powers to create illusions. Although it is fake, it can be regarded as a kind of comfort.

Tang Long didn't care about this. He could use the trick to get a clean bed to rest on. The main thing was to check if there were any other risks in the room. At this time, it would be easy to overturn based on the experience of the original work. of.

After spending some time, Tang Long carefully checked the entire room. Although it was messier than the scary scene in his own haunted house, it was safe at least, which was rare in this ghost post office that was gradually getting out of control.

"The escape route has been prepared, it's time to set off."

Tang Long called out Brother Li. He opened the door and went out for a walk. After making sure that no ghosts were ambushing him outside, he followed him out. He turned around and locked 507 from the outside with a brass lock.

In this way, you can minimize the possibility of evil spirits invading 507 to ambush you after you leave.

After the lights were turned off, the ghost post office was full of dangers. Tang Long looked up at the ghost he had left at the door of 501 and found that it was gone.

"The ghosts in 501 are indeed very concerning, but now 502 is more important."

He took Luo Wensong to the door of 502: "Lao Luo, open the door. Don't release the curse this time."

Luo Wensong raised his palm and pushed it gently. The supernatural obstacles set by the messengers were completely unable to withstand the 502 door. The door opened silently, and a strong smell of dampness and rancidity rushed towards him.

The middle-aged man stood behind the door with a gloomy expression, his expression making people shudder.

"If you want to block the door, you have to have a body."

Tang Long said hello while directly passing through his body.

That's right, just through time, this middle-aged man is like a projected illusion. He can speak and communicate, but he can't interact with the real thing.

Or maybe he does, but he hasn't used his supernatural powers yet.

"Aren't you afraid that I will attack you suddenly?"

The middle-aged man feels a little disrespected.

"You attacked me, who will help you?" Tang Long turned around and smiled, "And do I look like someone who can be easily attacked?"

"..."

The middle-aged man looked at the Wuguiyi covered with grave soil and fell silent. (End of chapter)