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Chapter 209 A crushing defeat that ended in an instant! The shocked post office staff (4k)

Upon hearing Lu Ming's question, the young man gave a somewhat stiff smile and replied, "I am not a ghost tamer, but just an ordinary person. I only became a messenger of the Ghost Post Office by chance."

“I’m just a nobody, so you big shots have probably never heard of me. But since you want to know my name, that’s fine. My name is Wang Shan, and those who know me well can call me Xiao Wang.”

Upon hearing the name Wang Shan, some of Lu Ming's suspicions were confirmed.

Sure enough, the young man who survived in the ghost post office and was very good at judging situations was none other than Wang Shan, known as the "scapegoat".

The fake scapegoat, Ye Zhen.

The real scapegoat, Wang Shan.

In the original timeline, Wang Shan was just an ordinary person. Because he was good at judging situations, Yang Jian had some impression of him.

After that, whenever he needed to use a living person, Yang Jian would use the memories of Ghost Shadow Head and the supernatural abilities of Deceitful Ghost to "revive" Wang Shan and make him do things for him.

Lu Ming thought to himself, "Since it's Wang Shan, then things are easier. He's a smart man. It's a pity he didn't become a Ghost Tamer, but at least he saw that we're not ordinary and is willing to cooperate with us."

Thinking of this, he asked, "Wang Shan, are you now sure that the letter in your hand is the third one?"

Wang Shan nodded: "Before I came here, I was a high school student. Some people took me to the paranormal circle, so I have some understanding of what's going on in the circle. But then I had some bad luck and received a letter, which led me to this ghostly place. I became a messenger and have already delivered two letters. I only need one more letter to go up to the second floor."

"Judging from your appearance, you seem to know something, and based on my previous deduction, the third letter each messenger receives is the one to go upstairs."

"If you need, I can give you my letter to go upstairs so you can get upstairs quickly."

Lu Ming's expression shifted slightly as he confirmed, "Your previous two experiences delivering letters must have been quite dangerous, right? Are you really willing to just send out your own letter upstairs like that?"

Wang Shan maintained his smile: "I'm definitely a little unwilling, but I've also thought about it carefully. I'm just an ordinary person, not particularly smart. Even if I manage to get to the second floor of the Ghost Post Office, it will be difficult for me to survive the subsequent mail delivery tasks."

"In that case, I might as well take a gamble and bet that you can help me upstairs, or even after you leave the post office... Of course, I'm just a nobody, and my words won't make a difference. Even if you don't help me, I'll just have to accept my fate."

Sun Rui, standing behind Lu Ming, nodded secretly, acknowledging Wang Shan's awareness.

Lu Ming also tacitly agreed to Wang Shan's suggestion.

Zhao Lei and Wang Shan, two ordinary people, didn't become ghost tamers in the end, which is still a bit of a pity when I think about it now.

“Okay, my name is Lu Ming. These are Sun Rui and Li Yang. They both call me Captain Lu. You can call me that too.”

However… as you can see, there are three of us here, but only one letter from you requesting to go upstairs. What should we do?

Upon hearing this, Wang Shan stopped smiling, his expression changed slightly, and he glanced around before lowering his voice and saying, "To be honest, Captain Lu, two of our messengers on the first floor have also delivered a third letter. If you don't mind, Captain Lu, you can take it."

Before Lu Ming could answer, another iron door in the adjacent room was opened.

A man with a gloomy expression and a dejected demeanor walked out.

He had been eavesdropping on their conversation in the room since the beginning.

Lu Ming didn't take these messengers on the first floor seriously at all, so he didn't hide anything from them when he spoke.

“Wang Shan, you’re utterly useless. These three guys are obviously newcomers. You’re not only not suppressing them, but you’re also acting like a dog, eagerly licking their stinky feet.”

"Wanxing?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Shan and the others' expressions changed, but Lu Ming remained indifferent, showing no emotional fluctuation.

At his current level, even if ordinary people dare to rant in front of him, they would be nothing more than ants hopping around, and he wouldn't even take them seriously.

Sun Rui, leaning on his golden cane, limped toward Wanxing, sneering repeatedly: "Do you know who you're talking to? I've seen plenty of young people like you who don't know their place, and none of them end up well."

"Really?"

Wan Xing grinned, and with a wave of his hand, he pulled out a gold revolver.

"The outside is the outside, and the inside is the inside. Don't try to use your power and the law to pressure me inside the post office."

"What I have in my hand is the truth."

Seeing that Sun Rui, Li Yang, and Wang Shan were all slightly taken aback, Wan Xing became even more smug.

The gold revolver in his hand is obviously not available for purchase in China; he bought it from abroad.

Due to the nature of the Ghost Post Office, when a mission is issued, the messenger will be directly transported back to the Ghost Post Office regardless of their location.

Using this method, Wondershare bypassed official channels and obtained the golden revolver, along with some golden bullets.

With this, Wan Xing acted arrogantly and domineeringly, and basically no one dared to provoke him.

However, he misunderstood. The reason why Li Yang and the others were momentarily stunned was not because they were afraid of the golden revolver in his hand.

Surprisingly, this guy actually knew that supernatural phenomena couldn't affect gold, so he specially bought a gold pistol and gold bullets.

"Put down your gun now and hand over the third letter you have, and you'll still have a chance to live."

Lu Ming spoke calmly, looking at Wan Xing as if he were looking at a dead man.

Clearly, Wan Xing's observation skills were far inferior to Wang Shan's; he lacked discernment and failed to see the unusual nature of Lu Ming and his group.

"Hahaha, stop joking around. You're pretending to be fearless even with a gun, but you're probably secretly so scared you've wet your pants, aren't you?"

Wanxing truly didn't take Lu Ming and his two companions seriously.

So what if he's a demon tamer?

In his understanding, the supernatural cannot affect gold. Even a ghost tamer would be killed instantly if hit by such a shot.

"I'll count to three. If you still haven't knelt down and begged for mercy, then don't blame me for being impolite."

"Three, two..."

Wan Xing had just opened his mouth when he suddenly noticed that Lu Ming, who was not far away, simply waved his hand. The next moment, he felt a sharp pain.

Wanxing's entire hand fell off, along with the golden revolver, and was sent somewhere unknown.

He didn't even have a chance to fire a shot at Lu Ming.

Moreover, even if a shot were fired by chance, the golden revolver would no longer pose any threat to a Ghost Master of Lu Ming's level.

Unfortunately, he never understood this until his death.

A cold hand appeared from behind Wanxing, gripping his neck tightly. With a crack, his spine was crushed, and he was thrown into a corner like a dead dog.

A living, breathing person who was just shouting a moment ago is now dead.

Lu Ming stood still the whole time, without moving an inch.

Wang Shan glanced at him with lingering fear, thinking to herself that it was good that she had been sensible enough to hand over the letter to go upstairs.

If he dared to resist, not only would he lose Shanglouxin, but he would probably lose his life as well. Watching Lu Ming kill, Sun Rui and Li Yang remained remarkably calm.

It's perfectly normal for ghost tamers to kill people; there's no need to make a fuss about it.

Not to mention that Wondershare provoked them first.

Sun Rui, leaning on his golden cane, walked to Wan Xing's body in the corner, slowly squatted down, and searched his body for a while before finally taking out an envelope.

This is Wanxing's third letter, the "Upstairs Letter." Sending this letter will take you directly to the second floor of the Ghost Post Office.

The commotion Lu Ming had just made had drawn all the messengers out of their rooms.

They looked at each other, puzzled as to why such ruthless people had suddenly appeared in the Ghost Post Office.

"These three people... don't seem to have received the envelopes from the Ghost Post Office."

"Are you kidding me? How can someone be a messenger if they haven't received an envelope? If they weren't messengers, they would never be allowed into the post office."

"Nobody knows how they did it, but that's the fact. These three people forcefully broke into the Ghost Post Office and are now collecting the third letter we have."

"..."

Sun Rui smiled at them and said, "Don't be nervous, everyone. We are all good people and will not kill innocent people indiscriminately. We hope that you can cooperate with our work. If anyone has a third letter, I hope that he or she will hand it over voluntarily."

Amid the murmurs, a woman timidly stepped forward and handed over her third letter.

Because she saw the difference in the outcomes for Wang Shan and Wan Xing.

If you obey these three people, you still have a chance to live; if you dare to resist, you will definitely die a terrible death.

As for Sun Rui saying they are good people, nobody would believe that.

Soon, Lu Ming had collected three letters from upstairs.

Collecting all three letters to go upstairs is not difficult, and the delivery tasks on the letters seem quite simple.

Just like a regular courier, once the letter is delivered to the designated location, the task is considered complete.

However, these seemingly simple tasks conceal some terrible unspoken rules, and messengers who are unaware of these rules are likely to fall into traps.

"The messenger delivers messages every seven days. That means if I deliver messages honestly, it will take me twenty-one days to get to the second floor. That's way too slow."

After finishing all this, Li Yang asked, "Captain, should we go deliver the message now?"

"No, now is not the time. It's almost six o'clock. The post office will turn off its lights immediately after six o'clock in the evening. If we are still outside the post office at that time and do not go inside, we will be attacked by evil spirits."

"I didn't expect this to happen."

Li Yang nodded, acknowledging his oversight.

Meanwhile, Wang Shan on the other side was getting a little uneasy.

He could certainly tell that Lu Ming was the leader of the three.

But if he were just strong, that would be one thing.

Why do you know so much about ghost post offices?

Wang Shan was filled with doubt and uncertainty, and for a moment he couldn't quite figure out Lu Ming.

Lu Ming continued to explain, "Besides, even though it's still early, I don't plan to send the letter."

Not planning to send a letter?

So what use was this letter to him that led him upstairs?

Lu Ming's next words quickly dispelled the doubts in their minds.

"Actually, after receiving the letter, you don't necessarily need to deliver it. Tearing up the envelope is the same as completing the task."

"Tearing up the letter is equivalent to completing the task? If it's that simple, then who would be willing to risk delivering the letter?"

Li Yang astutely grasped the contradiction within it.

"It's very simple. While tearing up the letter can be considered as completing the mission directly, it also has a terrible side effect: being attacked by vengeful ghosts. When it comes to the supernatural, how can it be so pure and harmless? If the messenger can withstand one attack, then it's equivalent to completing the mission directly. But if he can't, I'm sorry, ghosts don't reason with you."

Lu Ming continued, "Of course, for ordinary messengers, repeatedly tearing up letters is not advisable, because the vengeful ghosts that appear after the letters are torn up are more terrifying than the last time."

The other messengers, including Wang Shan, were all shocked.

They initially thought that Lu Ming said he wanted to tear up the letter because he was unaware of the consequences of doing so.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ming knew everything.

Tearing up a letter without knowing anything about it is a completely different act from tearing up a letter after knowing the rules.

If it's the latter, either the person who tore up the letter didn't want to live anymore and wanted to commit suicide, or the person who did this had absolute confidence and certainty.

Lu Ming is clearly the latter.

"This guy is completely insane, trying to get upstairs quickly by tearing up letters... There are quite a few ghost tamers in this post office, including many powerful ones, but I've never heard of any ghost tamer getting upstairs like this."

The messengers all had this thought in their hearts, but no one dared to speak out, after all, Wan Xing's body was still lying there.

As they were talking, six o'clock was fast approaching, and an eerie darkness appeared above the post office.

Judging from the height, that place should be on the fifth floor.

Then, this eerie darkness seemed to possess a life of its own, wriggling and invading the floors below.

The dim lights inside the post office flickered with a whoosh and then went out completely.

The enormous ghost post office will soon be plunged into deathly silence and darkness.

Six o'clock is a special time.

At the boundary between Yin and Yang in Baishui Town, the Ghost Street of Taiping Ancient Town opens, and the Ghost Post Office goes out.

In most haunted places, all sorts of strange and eerie phenomena will occur once it reaches six o'clock.

"The post office lights are about to go out, so we need to get back to our rooms now."

The seven rooms originally housed six messengers, but after Wanxing's death, five remained.

Including Lu Ming and the other two, there were eight people in total, but only seven rooms.

How to allocate the funds has become the problem that needs to be solved right now.

(End of this chapter)