A bizarre resurrection: I, Yang Jian, am bound by a contract with the school beauty!

"Delivery mission..."

The person in charge muttered to himself, his expression becoming unusually grave.

"Mandatory mission!"

The head of intelligence gasped. "This means that once you touch the envelope, you have to carry out the mission; there's no turning back!"

The military representative clenched his fist tightly:

"What's worse is that 'lights out after 18 PM, ghosts roam the streets!'"

This leaves players with very limited time.

"Moreover, the claim that 'tearing up letters will attract paranormal attacks'...this is clearly a dead end!"

"Completing the mission also means facing vengeful ghosts, and failing to complete the mission may result in punishment according to the rules!"

Everyone realized the brutality of this survival guide.

This is hardly a "gentle" post office.

This is a trap that is even more direct and deadly than the hotel dungeon!

however.

Amidst the shock, a sense of relief also welled up in the hearts of the people of Kyushu.

Fortunately, they didn't let Qin Taotao touch the envelope rashly!

Fortunately, they chose to wait!

This intelligence was a priceless lifesaver for Qin Taotao!

"Analyze these rules immediately!"

The person in charge gave a decisive order.

"Miss Li Yao, if she can hear us, please be sure to pass on these rules and our analysis to Qin Taotao!"

Other countries around the world.

At this moment, they are also gripped by unprecedented panic and anger.

"A delivery mission?!"

"Damn it, this damn post office is a complete trap!"

"Tearing up letters leads to paranormal attacks?! How am I supposed to live like this?!"

Lights out at 18 PM!

"My God, this means our people only have a few hours!"

"Kyushu! Did you see that?!"

"This is your 'mild' version?! And your people are just watching the show from the sidelines!"

Anger, despair, fear, and a variety of other emotions are spreading around the world.

They finally understood.

The nature of the eerie copy has never changed; it will only push humanity into the abyss in more covert and cunning ways.

And Kyushu.

At this moment, however, because of Yang Jian and Li Yao, they have the "privilege" of peering into the abyss.

Inside the eerie post office.

Looking at the yellowed envelope in front of her, Qin Taotao felt a chill run down her spine.

She was glad she hadn't acted rashly.

She knew it very well.

In this bizarre world, patience and caution are the keys to survival.

And now.

All she needs to do is wait.

Waiting for Li Yao to reappear, waiting for that "strategy" that can guide her out of her predicament.

.........

.........

at this time.

Because of the actions of the players from Sakura Country.

The whole world subconsciously focused its attention on the live broadcast room of Sakura Country.

They wanted to see.

What kind of missions will players from the Sakura Kingdom encounter after opening the envelope?

Inside the live stream room.

Tanaka Ichiro's hands were trembling violently, yet the thin sheet of paper felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

His heart was pounding wildly.

Each jump was like a drumbeat, making his eardrums buzz.

Tension and fear.

There was also a hint of desperate madness, and all sorts of emotions were intertwined in his heart.

he knows.

There was no turning back for me.

The moment he opened the envelope, the wheel of fate began to turn, and he was the pawn that was moved at will.

He took a deep breath.

I forced myself to calm down and stared intently at the contents of the letter.

Those were words written in blood, twisted and grotesque, as if carrying some kind of curse.

[Mission: Deliver this letter to the final stop at the cemetery and give it to the gravedigger.]

Those few simple words caused Tanaka Ichiro's pupils to suddenly contract.

cemetery?

Final stop?

These words, when put together, exude an intense, overwhelming aura of death.

What shocked him even more was...

The location of this mission is clearly not inside the Ghost Post Office!

He needs to get out of here!

The whole world was in an uproar when they saw this scene.

The bizarre dungeon has been around ever since.

Apart from Yang Jian and Li Yao, who are beyond the comprehension of common sense, no player has ever been able to leave the building where the dungeon is located during the mission!

This is the only time in the world.

Inside the eerie dungeon, you need to go outside the dungeon to complete the quest!

Live streams around the world were instantly flooded with a tsunami of comments.

"My God!"

"Leave the post office? What does that mean? Does it mean the copy area isn't limited to that building?"

"The cemetery! I need to deliver a letter to the cemetery!"

"This is absolutely insane!"

"The post office is terrifying enough, but what kind of hell is outside?"

"This is a trap! It's definitely a trap!"

"The post office is the only safe zone; if he leaves, he'll be torn to pieces by the vengeful ghosts outside!"

"Not necessarily. This is a mandatory task issued by the rules; leaving might be allowed."

"But the problem is, what's the outside world like? Nobody knows!"

"People in Kyushu definitely know!"

"Yang Jian and Li Yao are outside! Damn it, they have too much intelligence!"

In the Kyushu live stream room.

The audience's discussion was calm and organized, and full of intellectual superiority.

"As expected, the Ghost Post Office's mechanics are completely different from the Hotel's; its mission scope can even extend beyond the instance."

"The final stop at the cemetery..."

"This doesn't sound like a good place at all. The Sakura players have really drawn the worst possible lot."

The key point is the act of 'leaving'!

"This provides us with a completely new perspective; perhaps under certain conditions, players can temporarily leave the instance building."

"Everyone, don't rush. Let the old man from Sakura Kingdom scout ahead for us."

"If he comes back alive, Tao Tao's mission will be a sure thing."

"If he dies, we'll know this path is a dead end. Either way, we're not at a loss, hehe."

Looking at the blood-red mission in the envelope.

Tanaka Ichiro slowly turned his gaze to the old door of the Ghost Post Office.

Outside.

It is an unknown world, a dark place lurking with countless terrors.

Inside the door.

It's a desperate situation where evil spirits roam after 18 PM.

He had no choice.

In his line of sight.

A new line of blood-red text appeared, like a merciless countdown.

[Task time limit: 6 hours.]

[Mission Failed: Death!]

Those two cold words completely shattered his last shred of hope.

Six hours!

If he cannot complete the mission within six hours, he will die!

and so.

He had to leave the ghost post office and head to that so-called "cemetery terminal."

Tanaka Ichiro gripped the letter tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

then.

As if using all his strength, he suddenly stood up and walked step by step towards the outside of the Ghost Post Office.

Every step.

It felt like walking on a knife's edge; his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

The world's audience held their breath, staring intently at that lonely and resolute figure.

Under the watchful eyes of millions.

Tanaka Ichiro reached out with trembling hands and pushed open the heavy wooden door of the Ghost Post Office.

"Squeak—"

The ear-piercing friction sound was like a groan from hell.

The door opened.

Outside.

There were no vengeful ghosts rushing towards him as he had imagined, nor was there darkness that instantly swallowed him up.

There was only deathly silence.

Tanaka Ichiro stood at the door, hesitated for a full half minute, and finally gritted his teeth and took that step.

When his feet touched the ground outside the post office.

Nothing happened.

There were no alarms, no attacks, not even a chilling breeze.

And so, he actually walked out of the eerie post office.

This scene.

It left countless viewers around the world wide-eyed.

Kyushu Command Center.

After a brief silence, the atmosphere instantly became lively.

"He did it! He really made it!"

"A young analyst shouted excitedly."

The person in charge has sharp eyes.

Staring intently at Ichiro Tanaka's image on the big screen, he said in a deep voice:

"This means that the task rules on the envelope take precedence over the post office's own restrictions."

"Once a player accepts a mission, they are granted the 'permission' to leave."

"That's right." The head of the intelligence department nodded.

His expression was solemn.

"The envelopes are not a tempting trap set by the evil spirits, but rather the true core operating mechanism of the Ghost Post Office."

"That can now be confirmed."

The military representative crossed his arms and frowned.

"But that doesn't mean it's safe outside."

"On the contrary, the danger outside a dungeon that dares to send players out is probably far greater than we imagine."

"Yes."

The person in charge expressed his agreement.

"We need to continue to wait and observe."

"Let's see what happens to the Sakura Kingdom players who have accepted the mission in the coming days."

"Every step he takes now, every person he meets, and every event he encounters is a map he's drawing to save Qin Taotao's life."

His voice was calm and ruthless, yet it revealed the core strategy.

In the eyes of the elites of Kyushu.

Tanaka Ichiro's life or death is no longer important; what matters is how much valuable information he can extract in these six hours.

A bizarre world.

Tanaka Ichiro stood on the roadside outside the ghost post office, feeling somewhat lost.

He was the third person, after Yang Jian and Li Yao, to set foot on the streets of this eerie city.

He raised his head and looked around.

The sky was gray.

It looked as if it were covered with a thick layer of dust, giving it a sickly leaden gray color.

There was no sun, no clouds, only a suffocating atmosphere of death.

The buildings along the road are old-fashioned.

The plaster is peeling off the wall.

The windows were dark, like prying eyes.

The streets were deserted.

There were no moving vehicles in sight, only a few abandoned cars parked crookedly on the side of the road.

The car body was covered in rust, with dark red rust crawling all over it.

It looked like dried blood.

A faint smell of decay filled the air, mixed with the stench of earth, making one want to vomit.

The whole world.

It's like a faded old photograph, eerily quiet, a quiet that makes you uneasy.

Looking at this road, which was both similar to and completely different from the real world, Tanaka Ichiro fell silent.

The letter in his hand.

It only said that it would be taken to the "final stop at the cemetery".

But where is the cemetery?

In this desolate city, there wasn't even a single person to ask for directions.

He was like a headless fly, without direction or a clear destination.

Time was ticking away, second by second.

That blood-red six-hour countdown was like a guillotine hanging over his head.

If you take the wrong road...

Tanaka Ichiro dared not think any further.

We took the wrong turn.

Not only will it waste precious mission time, but it could also lead you into some unknown and terrifying place, attracting bizarre attacks from outside the post office.

This is something he absolutely does not want to see.

Thinking about this...

Tanaka Ichiro was immediately stumped.

He stood there, anxiously looking around, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

What should I do?

What should we do?

Are we supposed to act like fools and just randomly choose a direction and walk towards death?

however.

It was at this time that...

“Ding Di—”

A sudden car horn shattered the deathly silence.