novelden Chapter 57 The Weighing Ghost
Chapter 57 The Weighing Ghost
The journey to this stop was smooth, without any unexpected incidents. After entering a dark old forest, the bus began to slow down and eventually stopped at the roadside.
The car door slowly opened with a creak.
The first clone opened his eyes, got up and got out of the car without hesitation. Situ Haonan, who was sitting by the car door, looked at the young man getting out of the car with a puzzled look, and then looked at the dark old forest outside, but did not get out of the car with him.
This place is clearly haunted; who knows how many terrifying ghosts are lurking there? Getting out of the car blindly in such a place is tantamount to courting death.
"This guy chose to get off here, he must have some unknown purpose. Oh well, let him go. It's better if he dies, so he won't cause me any trouble later."
The bus doors slowly closed, and Doppelganger 1 stood on the platform, staring blankly at the opposite side of the bus stop, his expression gradually turning grim.
"Damn it! How did I end up in this godforsaken place? Is Old Qin planning to screw me over? I just played a little joke on him! Is it really that serious?"
This bus stop is deep in a vast, dark old forest. Opposite the bus stop is a muddy, winding path. At the end of the path is a dilapidated old house with four or five stories. On the door of the old house hangs a worn plaque with three scarlet, chilling characters written on it.
Ghost Post Office!
There's no mistake, this is the ghost post office from my memory, an extremely terrifying place. With the limited supernatural abilities Su Qin possesses, stepping into this terrifying place would definitely result in a terrible death. Moreover, there are even more terrifying things in the post office at this time, such as the old man who likes to knock on the door, Zhang Xianguang who teaches with a large cleaver, and even Yang Xiao, who died an unclean death, are not people Su Qin can afford to mess with.
None of that matters. His target isn't inside the post office, but under the big willow tree at the post office entrance. He might not even need to enter the post office to complete his mission.
"Couldn't Old Qin have just said it directly? Why didn't he just tell me to come to the Ghost Post Office? Instead, he made me ride the Ghost Bus for a whole week, a total of eleven stops. If I didn't have some tricks up my sleeve, my body would probably be rotting by now! These riddle-tellers are really ripping people off."
This is the key point: Su Qin knew the location of the Ghost Post Office in reality, so he had indeed been wronged by taking this bus.
But upon closer reflection, it makes sense. The Ghost Post Office is the Ghost Post Office, and the unfinished building in Dahan City is the unfinished building; they are not the same thing.
At this point in time, the post office may not have invaded reality yet. The real ghost post office is still in the supernatural realm. Even if that unfinished building could lead to the ghost post office, Su Qin doesn't even have a ghost realm, let alone the ability to invade it. Yang Jian only managed to enter by using five layers of ghost realm, which is equivalent to the ghost realm of an S-level vengeful ghost. This is not something an ordinary ghost tamer can do.
For ordinary ghost hunters like Su Qin, there are only two ways to reach the real Ghost Post Office: one is to take a bus and find the location of the Ghost Post Office in a haunted place, and the other is to receive a letter and go directly in.
"Fortunately, Mr. Qin let me take the bus instead of giving me a letter directly."
Old Qin certainly didn't trick Su Qin; this was the safest approach. As the person in charge of the bus, Old Qin had already calculated the route precisely. It was just that Su Qin's clone acted recklessly, almost dying on the bus. No one else was to blame.
Upon arriving at their destination, Su Qin remained hidden within the supernatural medium of his clone, too afraid to emerge. The first clone had no choice but to take matters into its own hands, heading to the entrance of the Ghost Post Office and arriving at the tall willow tree.
His body slowly sank into the ground, groping back and forth under the big willow tree.
"Found it, what is this thing?"
A large package, about one meter wide, two meters long, and ten centimeters thick, was buried ten meters deep under the big willow tree. It was wrapped in black cloth.
"Could this be Old Man Luo's door panel?"
The package looks exactly like a door panel, and the key point is that it was buried right in front of the Ghost Post Office, so it's easy to tell what it is.
The first clone pulled the door panel out of the ground. As soon as it emerged from the soil, it saw a person standing at the entrance of the post office.
It was a gaunt old man covered in lividity, wearing a retro long robe. The old man was staring at him with indifferent eyes, which frightened him so much that he wanted to shrink back into the ground immediately.
Are you kidding me? What's with this terrifying old man? Is he here to cause trouble?
"Young man! Stop hiding, come out!"
A hoarse voice, like a broken bellows, rang out, and the first clone felt a chill run down his spine just from hearing it.
He dared not burrow any deeper and had no choice but to obediently emerge from the ground. He had a bad feeling, and sure enough, his fears came true. This terrifying old man was indeed coming to cause him trouble, and there was no point in hiding.
"So you're the proxy chosen by Xiao Qin? With your limited abilities, you can't take this thing away."
Now I'm giving you two choices: 1. Put down what you're holding and go back where you came from. 2. Go into the post office, go up to the fifth floor, and take this item back.
The old man glanced indifferently at clone number 1, spoke stiffly, his words filled with contempt for clone number 1.
What the heck? You have to go through customs at the post office just to take away a broken door panel? Isn't this just ripping people off? The first clone finally understood. This old man Luo is looking down on people. But the supernatural things about this old man are really terrifying.
While Luo Wensong was sizing up clone number 1, clone number 1 was also sizing him up.
Three dark yellow medium lines were wrapped around Luo Wensong's body, with the other end extending into the depths of the Ghost Post Office, connected to something unknown.
Something's not right, something's very wrong. Three A-level ghosts are indeed terrifying, but it's obviously unreasonable for them to appear on Luo Wensong. As one of the top ghost controllers in the Republic of China, he couldn't possibly only have this much supernatural ability. Even Elder Qin can control three S-level ghosts, so Luo Wensong should be even more terrifying.
There's something wrong with Luo Wensong!
The first clone clearly sensed Luo Wensong's abnormality. While remaining vigilant, his fear of Luo Wensong also lessened somewhat. As for the conditions proposed by Luo Wensong, he had no intention of accepting them.
If this is all I'm capable of, I'm not without a fighting chance. He should have already dismembered most of his supernatural abilities, so this door panel should be his. He probably didn't intend to kill me; he just had his old habit of judging others, and I had to retaliate forcefully.
The first clone made up its mind and, in front of Luo Wensong, put the tightly wrapped door panel into the supernatural medium. This was tantamount to a blatant provocation and an immediate slap in the face to Luo Wensong.
Luo Wensong's face immediately turned ugly, and his old face, covered with lividity, looked even more gloomy.
"You ungrateful young man, today I'll see just how capable the proxy chosen by Xiao Qin really is."
As soon as Luo Wensong finished speaking, a chilling aura spread outwards from Luo Wensong, and the surrounding ground was quickly covered by rotting mold. Everything in its path was decaying, and a terrifying curse was spreading.
The first clone suddenly felt a little panicked. This was Luo Wensong's ghost realm, and there was a rotting supernatural curse in the ghost realm. This old guy was serious. He couldn't be careless.
The first clone immediately raised his hands, preparing for the supernatural attack of the ghost clapping hands on Luo Wensong, and his hands clapping continuously.
Clap clap clap~ The sound of clapping rang out continuously, more than a dozen times in a row, the clapping overlapping and exploding in Luo Wensong's ears.
However, these supernatural attacks had no effect on Luo Wensong, as if he had gone deaf and heard nothing.
Suddenly, he raised his withered, emaciated arm and waved it gently, as if knocking on an invisible door.
dong dong dong~
A dull, oppressive knocking sound rang out, the sound overlapping and echoing in the ears of clone number 1, as if exploding in his head.
Suddenly, his frantically clapping hands stopped, his body stiffened, and he became motionless. Rotten mold began to rapidly appear on his body, which was decaying quickly. His face turned deathly pale, and the light in his eyes disappeared, leaving only ashen gray.
Thump—the body of clone number 1 fell straight to the ground and began to rot rapidly.
He died. The ominous knocking on the door, a death sentence, and the terrifying curse of decay erupted within him, lasting not even three seconds.