The Magic Monk in the Second Dimension

"If you knock on the door, you will die, if you open the door, you will die, and if you turn off the light, you will die. The combination of these three killing rules is equivalent to saying that as long as the person in the room is met by a ghost, he will definitely die. This should be the ghost master of the door knocker." complete form!"

"I'm afraid that the ghost master of the door knocker separated these ghosts before they died, so as to prevent a terrifying and uncontrollable ghost from appearing."

After completing the puzzle, Xia Zhi felt a little stronger again.

Although it won't add a layer of ghost domain, using the ghost as a puzzle will gain twice as much power as directly devouring the ghost.

This made Xia Zhi, who had to devour dozens of ghosts in order to control the ghost lake, heartbroken.

In the darkness, Xia Zhi suddenly heard the sound of singing from outside the post office.

He looked back to the door of the post office, where it was dark.

Although there is no gate, it is connected to a ghost land, and it is confusing to see the way.

"Is it the stage in Taiping Ancient Town?"

Xia Zhi frowned slightly, guessing.

"No! It may be a ghost that was transferred from the stage! It seems that after nightfall, this post office is deep in the ghost land, and the road ahead is cut off, and there are ghosts everywhere!"

Xia Zhi raised his head and looked at a light bulb that had been extinguished in the corridor.

After controlling the ghost he just named as the door opener, Xia Zhi discovered that there were more connections between himself and the post office.

Under his gaze, the filament inside slowly began to glow red, as if being ignited, and lit up bit by bit.

Five or six seconds later, the lights in the corridor were brightly lit.

The door opener's kill rule is triggered.If there are people in the corridor now, and Xia Zhi stops turning on the lights, everyone in the corridor will die.

Similarly, several people in the room also noticed that the lights in the corridor were turned on.

The two messengers on the first floor are just incredible.

"The rule of the post office is that the lights will be turned off after six o'clock in the evening. Why are they turned on again tonight?"

Yang Jian's eyes flashed, and he suddenly shouted to the door.

"Ghost, are you alright?"

Xia Zhi turned to look at the room and replied.

"No problem. I've dealt with the first ghost. Don't come out for now. I'm going to wait outside to see how many ghosts there are in the post office."

When Xia Zhi turned his head and stopped staring at the light bulb, it gradually dimmed again.

The first floor of the post office was once again dark.

However, when the lamp was dim and about to go out, Xia Zhi suddenly noticed that there was a figure in front of the lamp.

It was a body hanging from the ceiling.His face was pale, and his legs fell straight down, level with the human head.

When Xia Zhi met his gaze, he suddenly felt that there was an extra rope around his neck.

His legs were off the ground, and he was also suspended from the ground, equal to the position of the hanged ghost.

A cold and strange force began to invade Xia Zhi's body from his neck, but it was weakened by both the knocker and the door opener, and the progress was very slow.

Xia Zhi stared at the two pale eyeballs of the hanged ghost, stretched out his hands, grabbed the rope tied around his throat, and the rope hanging around the hanged ghost's neck.

Corpse spots appeared on his hands, and the power of decay was released to erode the rope.

At the same time, six bandages shot out from under Xia Zhi's gray cloak, and quickly wrapped around the hanged ghost.

Only in the blink of an eye, the suppressing and the suppressed sides are reversed.

The supernatural power of the hanged ghost was brutally suppressed by the bandage, and the ghost rope around Xia Zhi's neck disappeared immediately.

At the same time, the rope around the hanged ghost's neck was torn off by Xia Zhi forcefully, and he was pulled down from the ceiling.

The two hit the ground with a bang.

The killing rule of this hanged ghost is to kill by looking at each other, which conflicts with Xia Zhi's ghost eyes, and the level of terror itself is similar to ghost eyes, not strong.

The black mud in Xia Zhi's body spread along the bandages, wrapping and devouring the hanged ghost little by little.

Looking at the dark and deep corridor, he spoke.

"The second one."

During the day, the stairs in the hallway where the Ghost Post Office is located are incomplete.It looks like there are stairs, but it is actually a gray ghostland, and I don't know where it leads.

But at night, the stairs appeared.

"Ghost Eye, Ghost Guai, do you want to come out and take a look? The stairs leading to the upper floor have appeared! Maybe only at night, the couriers on different floors of the post office can move freely and communicate with each other. I plan to go upstairs to have a look."

In the room, Sun Rui quickly persuaded.

"We have just entered the post office, and we haven't understood the rules of the post office yet. Ghosts, don't be too reckless!"

Xia Zhi smiled.

"I just think that since the stairs have appeared, it means that the ghosts upstairs will also come down the stairs. Instead of waiting here, why don't I take the initiative to find them and scare them."

In the room, everyone who heard this was speechless.

Ghosts have always scared people, how can people scare ghosts?

Yang Jian also spoke.

"Wait a little longer. The courier said that the post office turns off the lights at six o'clock every night and turns on the lights at six o'clock in the morning. We will come out at five o'clock and explore this ghost post office with you."

Xia Zhi nodded slightly.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you."

Time just passed bit by bit.

Xia Zhi stood in the dark corridor, only listening to the babbling and singing outside, but she couldn't hear it clearly.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, a door near the summer solstice suddenly opened.

A huge suction came from it, trying to suck Xia Zhi into it.

Puff puff!

The bandage on Xia Zhi's body reacted immediately, becoming as firm as steel, piercing into the floor and walls around the corridor, making him stabilize his body.

"court death!"

Xia Zhi took out his beloved woodcutter ax from the cloak, put away the bandages, and took the initiative to stride towards the room.

When Xia Zhi entered the originally empty room, the door of this room was slammed shut.

The suction is still going on, pulling towards the summer solstice towards the toilet.

In front of the toilet door, Xia Zhi found a pale female body lying on the ground with tattered clothes.

She was lying on the ground with her hair disheveled, with bruises on her body, as if she had suffered inhumane torture before she died

Seeing Xia Zhi, she raised her head slightly, revealing a pair of empty, numb eyes.

Then, using all four limbs together, like a cockroach, the female corpse quickly crawled towards Xia Zhi.

Chapter 42 Swallowing the Post Office, Surprising Conjecture

Seeing that Sun Rui and Li Yang looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, and their lives were not long, Xia Zhi still had the heart to smile at them in relief.

"Don't worry. How can a mere ghost resist the torrent of human evil!"

Standing in front of the stairs on the fifth floor of the post office, Xia Zhi grinned at an angle that humans could not do.

"vomit!"

A large amount of black mud spewed out of his mouth, rushing forward like a flood gate, with great momentum.

The muddy black mud stained the floor and the wallpaper in the corridor, and immediately set the fifth floor of the post office on fire.

Several ghosts who walked out of the room were also knocked to the ground by this huge force, unable to stand firm in the black mud.

These black mud turned into a ruthless torrent pouring into the room, burning everything, suppressing everything, and devouring everything!

Squirting nearly half of the black mud out of his body, Xia Zhi looked at the ghost trapped in the black mud, and drew a smile on his face.

"Now is not the time when I just came to this world half a year ago and I need to be careful! Black mud + ghost lake + eight-story ghost domain, watch me break the post office first, and then go to the ghost temple! Finally, I got on that supernatural bus , wipe out all these monsters!"

There are many oil paintings hanging on the walls of the fifth floor of the post office, and each oil painting depicts a person.

Looking at the black mud that had devoured the ghosts, these oil paintings all revealed expressions of surprise.

Some oil paintings were stained with black mud and immediately began to burn.

Although they were being burned, the people on the oil painting all showed gratitude to the summer solstice.

The unlit oil paintings looked at Xia Zhi with pleading eyes, as if they hoped that Xia Zhi would burn them as well, so as to bring relief.

Obviously, the people in these oil paintings are not willing to enter the paintings themselves.

At this moment, there is black mud burning in front of the summer solstice, and the lake is raging behind, trying to submerge the post office.

This ghost post office has encountered the biggest crisis since its establishment!

But Xia Zhi has sealed it with the eight-layer ghost domain, making it unable to summon outside ghosts to help.

The ghost post office also has its own rules.Just because the summer solstice can break the rules and trigger spiritual conflicts doesn't mean it can do the same.

Soon, in order not to be drowned by the smelly water, the messengers on the first, second, third and fourth floors all ran to the fifth floor.

They wanted to question Xia Zhi and the others, but seeing the burning of the fifth floor, they were all dumbfounded and dared not speak.

Where did this strong man come from?It was flooded and burned again. Is it really necessary to destroy the post office?

Many messengers showed expectant expressions.

It would be great if they could really destroy this ghost post office!

……

Controlling the black mud, Xia Zhi sent the ghosts on the fifth floor of the post office to him one by one to deal with.

The first is the Allegro Ghost holding the Allegro

This allegro ghost can make people want to laugh by playing allegro, but if you laugh, you will die.

He was missing a face, and Xia Zhi speculated that it might be a smiling face that would make a laugh.Whoever hears the laughing face dies too.