Mysterious resurgence

Yang Jian and Zhao Feng, the old messenger on the fifth floor, met on the stairs.

The gloomy phosphorus fires floated in the mid-air. They seemed to be few in number, but in fact they dispelled the surrounding darkness and completely illuminated the area. It was somewhat similar to Li Jun's will-o'-the-wisps, but this phosphorus fire was obviously one-time use. A supernatural item, because the source of the phosphorus fire is the white rib in Zhao Feng's hand.

And there are not many white ribs left, and it seems that part of it is consumed every time it is used.

"This newcomer is very special. He has traces of being corroded by evil spirits on his body, and he also holds a strange spear in his hand. It should be a supernatural item he obtained. It's just that there are heavy traces of handcrafting, like a modern handicraft, but this The guy who dares to wander alone at night is either a lunatic or a fierce person."

"If he can take the black letter from room 502, obviously the latter is very likely. It seems that I can't deal with such a newcomer just by myself."

Zhao Feng took advantage of the time when the phosphorus fire was burning to observe Yang Jian and analyze the situation.

And judging from the results of the analysis, it seems that the situation is not good.

He felt that he had underestimated the newcomer on the fifth floor this time. Before coming, he thought that this newcomer was the same as the previous newcomers, with limited abilities. Taking the black letter may have been due to some luck. After all, he I don’t believe that anyone can really compete with so many supernatural beings in room 502.

But this time the newcomer seems to be a special being.

"My name is Yang Jian."

Yang Jian glanced at the weird phosphorus fire floating in the air, and then said: "No need to look at me. This is probably the first time you and I have met. We have never seen each other before."

"It's true. We haven't met before. Sorry, I'm just a little curious, because I haven't met anyone new for a long time. I heard that something happened on the fourth floor. There was a ghost that got into the couriers on the fourth floor. The post office is at I issued a special messenger mission to clear out the couriers on the fourth floor, but I didn’t expect that someone would successfully go upstairs under those circumstances.”

Zhao Feng said, and then tested Yang Jian's reaction.

Although he rarely comes to the post office, he still pays attention to the changes and conditions of the post office, and he is not completely ignorant of the ghost post office.

Yang Jian ignored him and thought to himself: "I didn't see any other fifth-floor couriers on the fifth floor of the post office. I don't know much about the situation on the fifth floor. Since you are an old courier on the fifth floor, you don't know much about the fifth floor." You definitely know more about the situation than I do, so why don't you cooperate a little and give me your memories so that I can avoid some detours, what do you think?"

"Wha, what?" Zhao Feng's fat face showed a surprised look.

He wondered if he had heard wrongly.

The newcomer named Yang Jian in front of him actually wants his own memory?

"You can actually do such a thing as stealing other people's memories?" However, Zhao Feng calmed down and became more serious because he read another meaning.

"Yes, it is not difficult for me to steal the memories of living people." Yang Jian admitted cooperatively.

Zhao Feng showed a sneer: "If such a secret is revealed casually, do you think you will defeat me?"

"Don't say that. You can resist, but I don't think your resistance is of any use." Yang Jian said.

He didn't know what Zhao Feng's purpose was for coming to the fifth floor, because he simply wanted to steal a memory of the messenger on the fifth floor. In addition, the person whose memory he stole would not die. If he cooperated, even he himself Not even knowing that their memories have been stolen.

Therefore, Yang Jian didn't think there was anything wrong with doing this.

At most, he acted a little domineeringly.

But how could Zhao Feng cooperate with Yang Jian and let him steal his memories? Once Yang Jian knew about him, his identity, purpose, and some secrets would all be exposed.

So this is absolutely impossible to agree to.

"You don't look like a newcomer at all. I regret coming to the post office alone now. If you wait for a few old friends to come together, you will definitely not survive tonight. Unfortunately, I have to work overtime at night, so I can't be absent from work for too long. Otherwise, fifty yuan will be deducted.”

Zhao Feng understood that this newcomer had the ability to steal the memories of living people, and he was now his target.

But he was still not afraid.

Fights between messengers are not unknown, and this is not the first time.

"I'm not interested in your nonsense, and I don't want to ask you anything, because I will get everything I want to know in your mind, so if you want to do something, hurry up." Yang Jian said calmly.

"Do you think I'll make the first move?"

Zhao Feng said coldly, the rusty iron hook in his hand was hidden very deep and was covered by his fat palm, not exposed at all.

When two people are prepared, taking the first move will be a disadvantage, because no one knows the other party’s details, and if you make the first move, your own details will be exposed first.

"In that case, I'm sorry."

As soon as Yang Jian finished speaking, his rotating ghost eyes suddenly stared at Zhao Feng, and then a scarlet light flashed.

The opening of the ghost realm is directly the opening of the sixth level ghost realm.

The sixth level ghost realm can suspend everything.

Even one second is enough to turn the situation around.

Yang Jian showed no mercy at all.

Zhao Feng's eyes widened suddenly, and his hair stood on end. Then he found that he couldn't move, as if he was frozen. He tried to struggle, but to no avail, but his consciousness was clear. This phenomenon reminded him of the rumors. The ghost among them presses the bed.

"boom!"

next moment.

The cracked spear flew suddenly and penetrated his body directly, nailing him to the stairs behind him.

Unable to resist, unable to escape.

I can only watch this result happen.

Then, the red light dissipated.

Yang Jian walked up the stairs slowly: "Because I struck first, you didn't even have a chance to do it."

"What a joke."

Zhao Feng opened his eyes wide and became horrified.

But he's not dead yet.

Because coffin nails can only nail supernatural beings, but cannot completely nail ordinary people. They can only cause certain sharp damage to living people, but this damage is not fatal.

But his chest was bleeding, but his hands and feet could move. At this moment, he tried to raise his hand to pull out the spear that penetrated his chest, but found that he had no strength at all.

The supernatural power in the body was silent, as if it had completely disappeared and could not be used.

"Who are you?" Zhao Feng growled with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

Not even a real ghost could withstand this terrifying supernatural attack method, let alone him.

It is absolutely impossible for such a monster to appear among the messengers on the fourth floor.

"I said, my name is Yang Jian. People in the supernatural circle call me, Ghost Eye Yang Jian." Yang Jian's face was still calm, as if he had done something insignificant.

"Ghost Eye Yang Jian?"

Zhao Feng has never heard of this name, but he is not stupid, and he also knows some changes in the situation outside.

"So, you didn't enter the Ghost Post Office as an ordinary person, but as a ghost controller."

"Save your energy and speak. I will steal your memory and then decide whether you live or die. If you die first, don't blame me." Yang Jian walked over, preparing to steal Zhao Feng's memory.

"There is still a chance. I haven't lost yet. I still have a chance." Zhao Feng thought to himself.

There was a rusty iron hook hidden in his fat palm.

In just one move, he could make Yang Jian die on the spot.

The opportunity is when he gets close to him and steals his memory.

But at this moment, Yang Jian stopped three meters away from Zhao Feng. He did not get closer, and the ghost under his feet quickly extended over, invading Zhao Feng's body and stealing his memory.

Zhao Feng was dumbfounded when he saw Yang Jian no longer approaching.

this.

Is this guy so cautious? Really no chance at all?

Damn it.

Zhao Feng was angry and unwilling.

But to no avail.

He never dreamed that Zhao Feng, the famous seducer in the post office, would fall into the hands of an unknown young newcomer in such a dramatic way.

At this moment, he seemed to have become a clown.

A cold aura enveloped his mind, and Zhao Feng felt that something seemed to have entered his mind, but this feeling only lasted for a moment, and soon the strange feeling disappeared.

"So that's it, Soul Seducer Zhao Feng? Not a bad nickname, much better than mine. Now I am a fish-killing peddler, with a monthly salary of 5,500, and I have a good-looking wife at home." Yang Jian is getting him memory.

"It's not unfair to lose in your hands. With your ability, most of the messengers on the fifth floor are no match for you. But don't be too happy. There are also messengers on the fifth floor that you can't deal with." Zhao Feng said with a sad smile. He loosened his palm and threw it to the side.

Trying to throw away the rusty iron hook.

If the thing about stealing memories is true, then his supernatural item cannot be concealed.

Everything is meaningless.

Yang Jian glanced at this, and the next moment, the iron hook that was supposed to fall appeared in his hand: "You want to throw it away? What a pity, if this thing is used well, I may really die. In the hands of this thing, it’s a pity that the person you met is me, and you have no chance to use the supernatural items in your hands.”

"And I also know the purpose of your coming here. You want to kill me and take the black letter from my hand."

"If that's the case, then I can't let you live."

Yang Jian stole more and more memories, and even knew Zhao Feng's purpose.

The messenger on the fifth floor seems to be taking action to kill himself? Restore balance on the fifth floor.

Good information.

Yang Jian quickly completed the memory theft, and then he glanced at Zhao Feng and directly erased all his memories.

Zhao Feng was not dead yet, but his eyes were gradually losing sight, becoming hollow, and then lost all energy, like a vegetative state.

"It's a pity that Captain Yinzi does not exist in his memory, which means that he has not come into contact with Captain Yinzi, but I believe that information should be obtained from other messengers."

Yang Jian then walked over, pulled out his spear, and then dragged Zhao Feng's body back to the fifth floor.

No need to hang around the post office any longer.

There will be a lot of excitement in the post office at six o'clock tomorrow.