At the village entrance, a group of three was making their way along the mountain road to this place—two men and one woman. All of them wore solemn expressions; they didn't look like tourists passing through, but rather like they had come to this village with a specific purpose.
Leading them was a somewhat gloomy-looking man. After arriving at the village entrance, he looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on the crooked old locust tree, staring at the red cloth hanging from its branches for several seconds.
"Old Feng, what are you looking at? Something abnormal?" asked the somewhat young, slightly inexperienced youth beside him, wearing glasses.
"Nothing. I just feel there's something wrong with that red cloth on the tree. It seems to be stained with dried blood. Be careful—this village isn't simple," said the gloomy man, Chang Feng.
"The place where we're delivering the letter definitely has a problem. Once we deliver the letter, let's get out of here quick. Whatever happens here afterward has nothing to do with us," said Lü Huizhen.
Lü Huizhen was the woman among the three. At this moment, her delicate brows remained slightly furrowed, her face showing disgust as she wrinkled her nose.
"Also, there's a strange smell in the air here."
"Smell of cow dung? It's normal for villages to have that smell; my hometown does too," said the inexperienced youth, Fang Rui.
"No," Chang Feng spoke. "It's the stench of corpses—very faint. People who stay in the village for a long time might not notice it, but outsiders like us can smell it clearly. Let's enter the village first. We'll decide what to do after we get inside."
"Yeah, by the way, why can't we see a single person at the village entrance? Where's the auntie intelligence network that every village has?"
"Who knows?"
As the three entered the village, a photograph lay hidden in the weeds beneath the locust tree by the village entrance.
The person in the photograph observed the outside through the gaps in the weeds, their gaze following the three until they walked into the village.
At the same time, in the hunchbacked old man's house, Wang Liang opened his eyes, his brows tightly furrowed.
*Delivering a letter... messengers? Could it be... the Ghost Post Office?*
Those three clearly didn't look like normal travelers. Wang Liang had also heard what they said through supernatural means.
They possessed the power of fierce ghosts within their bodies, and their words about delivering the letter and leaving immediately matched exactly the characteristics of people from a certain place that Wang Liang knew about from the original plot.
A special building hidden within a deep-layer ghost domain, constructed in an independent supernatural space—the Ghost Post Office located in Dahan City.
This place was once controlled by one of the Seven Elders, Luo Wensong, used to cultivate Ghost Users, sending letters to places where supernatural events might occur to provide early warnings.
But now Luo Wensong was dead. After dismembering part of his supernatural power, his corpse had transformed into the Door-Knocking Ghost after death, roaming outside. It had previously had a brief confrontation with Wang Liang.
And the Ghost Post Office had long since spiraled out of control. The messengers inside no longer delivered letters to warn places where supernatural events might occur, but rather to stimulate them, causing supernatural events to erupt ahead of time.
To society, those messengers were all malignant tumors.
Although they were quite innocent at first, because they had all initially been forced to become messengers of the Ghost Post Office after inexplicably receiving a letter.
Every so often, they had to forcibly deliver a letter. If they didn't deliver it, or if the letter was lost, they would be attacked by a terrifying fierce ghost, and that meant death.
But even though there was a cause at first, that didn't mean their subsequent behavior of delivering letters and stimulating supernatural events one after another was innocent.
*The messengers coming here isn't a coincidence. The letter in their hands very likely is for that Film and Television Ghost that's about to descend!*
Thinking of this, Wang Liang wanted to go out right now and kill those three, to prevent the messengers from causing trouble. But after thinking carefully, he felt he couldn't just kill them like that.
The letter would stimulate the appearance of supernatural events. Perhaps the descent of the Film and Television Ghost required receiving that letter to descend?
No, to put it more accurately, the descent time of the Film and Television Ghost was provided by the system; it shouldn't be wrong.
But after descending, it might not necessarily come out. Would it hide? Would it sleep? Perhaps it needed this letter to be stimulated into emerging?
Wang Liang couldn't be certain. These were merely a series of guesses he made after seeing the messengers appear here.
This also caused his expression to change, unsure whether he should stop the messengers' actions, and this was noticed by Zhou Kun beside him.
"What's wrong? It seemed like you used the fierce ghost's power again just now."
Zhou Kun had already grown accustomed to Wang Liang radiating coldness and using supernatural means at random throughout the day.
He had basically figured out that this guy probably didn't need to worry about the problem of fierce ghost revival, though he didn't know how he managed it.
After coming to this conclusion, Zhou Kun felt both envy and awe toward Wang Liang. Just how powerful was a Ghost User who didn't need to worry about fierce ghost revival and could use fierce ghost powers at will?
During this time, he had wanted several times to ask how the other party managed it, but felt it was inappropriate.
How could one casually ask about such a thing? What if it involved the other party's secret? He decided to drop it.
Even though he himself was facing the problem of fierce ghost revival and would probably last only a few months at most, he was unwilling to bring it up.
"Three people came from outside the village," Wang Liang said.
"They have a problem?" Zhou Kun frowned.
"Yes. I'm going to take them down and ask some things."
After speaking, Wang Liang stood up and walked toward the door.
He would first get his hands on that letter that might be meant for the Film and Television Ghost, then they could talk. As for whether to deliver it afterward, that depended on him; he would see how things went.
He needed to know the specific delivery target of these messengers.
"I'll go too."
Without a word, Zhou Kun also stood up and followed Wang Liang out.
Chang Feng's group of three walked along the dirt road inside the village. They had already sensed something wrong with this village; they basically couldn't see anyone along the way.
It wasn't until the band at the northern cemetery once again blew their shrill, mournful suona that they faintly heard it and changed direction, walking toward the cemetery.
But just as they arrived at a T-shaped intersection, they saw a man in a black overcoat with a cold expression walking out from the side road, stopping in the center of the intersection and looking at them indifferently.
Chang Feng and the others stopped, frowning at Wang Liang in the intersection.
"Friend, is there something?"
Instinct told Chang Feng that this person wasn't from the village. Standing in the intersection in a blocking posture now, he probably came with ill intentions.
And Lü Huizhen beside him, when Wang Liang walked out, shifted her gaze over. Her eyes suddenly felt as if pricked by needles, and she hurriedly lowered her head to avert her gaze, stepping back while cold sweat flowed down from beneath her forehead, screaming sharply:
"Chang Feng! This guy also controls a fierce ghost! My eyes had a huge reaction looking at him—the ghost this guy controls isn't simple!"
"What!"
Hearing Lü Huizhen's words, both Chang Feng and Fang Rui's expressions changed drastically.
Chang Feng immediately took out an ancient seal with dried bloodstains on its bottom from his inner pocket, preparing to act at any moment.
And Fang Rui's reaction was even more extreme—he actually pulled a pistol from his pants and raised it, aiming at Wang Liang.
Wang Liang had just wanted to speak and ask questions, but seeing a gun pointed at him, his face immediately darkened, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
"Put the gun down."