Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Lin Gui stood there dumbfounded.

He has faced forbidden lands, desperate situations, and even epic demons in the wailing corridors, yet he has never retreated or shown fear.

And this time...

Looking out the door at the dark, boundless expanse of glass-covered Zhuhai.

His legs went weak, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

After a long while, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The ghosts' various explanations, offered in an attempt to soothe the soul, drifted to my ears:

"Um... young mage, actually there aren't that many!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Don't be scared, most of them are just there for the fun of it!"

"Yes, the disaster came suddenly back then... but many people's families were actually in the city."

"There aren't that many people who are truly separated from their families and need to send letters!"

A faint glimmer of hope ignited in Lin Gui's eyes:

"Really...really?"

A ghostly voice that sounded rather composed answered:

"real."

"I'd guess... just..."

"Several thousand letters, I suppose."

Lin Gui: "..."

Several thousand letters.

These three words were buzzing in his mind.

So what?

He quickly did some mental calculations.

If a letter is counted as 500 words...

Several thousand letters is...

Hundreds of thousands, or even millions of words?!

There are no typewriters here!

Hand-copied hundreds of thousands of words?!

"you……"

Lin Gui's voice was trembling.

"Is this going to kill me?!"

The soft tinkling of glass beads drifting by filled my ears.

A cacophony of ghostly voices, interspersed with words of comfort, persuasion, and pleas.

Several ghosts who had been spiritual practitioners in their previous lives volunteered:

"We can help you write it!"

"Yes! Although it's strenuous, I can barely hold the pen by squeezing out some soul power!"

"Many hands make light work!"

With the assurances of several ghostly cultivators...

Lin Gui nodded with extreme difficulty, almost through gritted teeth.

"good……"

"I'll help."

As soon as he finished speaking, Troy floated up to a high place and shouted in a clear voice:

"Listen to me, everyone!"

"Let's help Brother Lin Gui first—"

"Build a post office in Khara-Khoto!"

"Build the most luxurious and magnificent post office in Blackwater!"

"The best building in Khara-Khoto!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a chorus of responses came from the ghost horde.

Back then, the city guards, knights, silver-level adventurers, mercenaries... all the souls with a foundation in cultivation responded one after another.

In less than an hour.

A dense, dark mass of over a hundred "warrior" souls, whose cultivation in life had at least reached the mid-level, had gathered.

They manipulated the glass beads that carried their bodies, arranging them into a somewhat irregular square formation in mid-air.

The soul power was weak yet vigorous, emitting a silent "battle cry".

They surged toward the central square of Blackwater City in a grand procession.

Looking at these hundred-plus "helpers" who could at least barely influence the physical world, Lin Gui finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At least……

He didn't have to do it all by hand; he copied hundreds of thousands of words.

Led by the spirits of these warriors, more ghosts of craftsmen, carpenters, and stonemasons who were once artisans joined them.

A lively, or rather eerie, "spectacle" unfolded on the deathly silent streets of Blackwater City.

Scattered stones, rotten wood, and broken metal components floated up under the subtle pull of countless soul forces.

Under the guidance of the ghosts of several former master builders, craftsmen, and designers.

The foundation was compacted by an invisible force.

The stones are joined together in mid-air, and the mortar fills the gaps on its own.

The beams and pillars were precisely positioned, and the tiles were laid on the roof like a flock of geese.

There were no whistles, no shouts.

There was only the slight clinking of glass beads and the subtle hum of flowing soul power.

A solidly constructed, even magnificent, four-story stone and wood building.

Amidst the interplay of starlight and soul light, it rose from the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The window frames were installed, the main door was set up, and even the sign above the door read "7 Copper Coin Post Office".

They were all "carved" with upright and elegant style by the ghost of a calligrapher in life.

Blackwater City, which had been swallowed by darkness and death for more than a decade.

At this moment, in Lin Gui's eyes...

It's getting way too lively.

What made Lin Gui's scalp tingle even more was...

As the news spread.

More and more glass beads drifted out from every corner of this vast, ruined city.

Deep in the alleyways, in the basement, under abandoned church pews, behind collapsed shop counters...

Tiny specks of pale blue light emerged like a night tide, converging on the post office under construction.

The first ghost to arrive excitedly told its new companions:

"That monk is willing to help us write the letter!"

"Deliver the message! Get it to your family!"

"It's true! The Holy Maiden herself can attest to it!"

Among the newly joined souls, those who were cultivators in their previous lives almost unhesitatingly joined the construction team.

And so, on the first night in Blackwater City.

In this city that had been silent for over a decade, a bizarre scene has appeared that would terrify any bounty hunter.

The shouts, rising and falling, inaudible to ordinary people, yet truly resonating with the faint power of the soul, were a constant chorus of cries.

The foundation of the post office was dug and compacted by an invisible hand.

One by one, the giant rocks were lifted up by the soul power and steadily piled up.

The beams and pillars rise up out of thin air, with mortise and tenon joints fitting together precisely.

The tiles, like black feathers blown by the wind, covered the roof in layers.

In Eve's eyes.

This was nothing short of a silent paranormal event.

Building materials flew and assembled on their own, and a building grew "out of thin air" under the moonlight.

There were no workers, no sounds, only the illogical movement of objects.

And within Lin Gui's [Eye of the Netherworld] field of vision.

However, a completely different scene unfolded:

Thousands upon thousands of pale blue souls, like a diligent ant colony.

With their remaining soul power, they painstakingly moved, lifted, and pieced together the items.

He was the ghost of a stonemason in life, gesturing famous dimensions in the void.

The spirit of a former carpenter carefully adjusted the angle.

The seasoned master craftsman floated in mid-air, directing the entire operation with fluctuations of soul power.

The scene was bustling with activity, yet eerily silent.

A brand new stone and wood building, far larger than the small post office in Avalon.

It was amidst this torrent of ghosts and their obsessions.

It rose up from the ground.

Until the rising sun in the east pierced the night, casting its first golden-red light upon the ruins.

A brand-new three-story stone and wood building now stands majestically in the central square of Heishui City.

The stone walls are flat, the wooden beams are sturdy, the tiles are neat, and the signboard is bright.

In the morning light, it even looked somewhat...impressive.

The most ridiculous thing is...

The two were likely the ghosts of ascetics who were in charge of the celebration in their previous lives.

I don't know where they "picked up" a faded and tattered long strip of cloth, but you could still vaguely make out the red color.

With their meager spiritual power, they straightened it and hung it in front of the post office's brand-new door.

A pair of rusty but still usable scissors floated shakily to Lin Gui's side.

Lin Gui looked at the red cloth ribbon in front of him, and then at the countless floating, expectant glass beads in the air around him.

He took the scissors with a complicated expression.

Under the silent gaze of thousands of glass beads.

He stepped forward.

"Click."

The cloth strip snapped and fell lightly to the ground.

At that moment, all the glass beads trembled slightly.

It sounded like a collective, silent cheer.

This is likely the only post office in history built and used by ghosts themselves.

【7 Copper Coin Post Office - Blackwater City Branch】

Thus, it was officially established.

The morning light completely illuminated the ruins, and also the abrupt and brand-new building.

And in front of the building, there was a young mage holding scissors, with an expression that seemed to be both smiling and crying, and whose shoulders were slightly slumped.

And beside him, there was the saintess who watched all this, her eyes gleaming, whether with emotion or amusement, it was hard to tell.

A new day begins.

Lin Gui knew that his nightmare of being a "ghostwriter" might not just be a few hundred thousand words long...

And it has officially begun.