Tigers ahead, wolves behind.
They had just entered the village, yet things were already like this. Chang Feng began to despair, unable to understand why delivering the letter was so difficult this time.
Or perhaps they were simply unlucky, entering this unusual village and being immediately targeted by someone.
Wang Liang flung the woman in his hand to the side and spoke calmly:
"It seems we can have a proper chat now."
Flung aside by the bizarre strength of the supernatural, Lv Huizhen crashed brutally to the ground, rolling several times before stopping.
But she couldn't spare any attention for the pain wracking her body. Her eyes and head quickly returned to normal. Clutching her neck, she gasped for breath, raising her head to stare in terror at the man in the black overcoat.
She had genuinely felt she was about to die. She couldn't understand why the fierce ghost she controlled was completely useless against this person. The supernatural seemed unable to affect him at all. It looked as if she had simply rushed over to offer herself up—for her supernatural power could even influence fierce ghosts!
Furthermore, the fierce ghost the other party controlled was far more terrifying. Hadn't a female ghost already been pressing down on Fang Rui? How could this man still use the supernatural power of a fierce ghost to suppress her? Did he control more than one ghost?
Could something as terrifying as ghosts actually be controlled in multiples by a person? Was he not afraid of dying? How could such a person exist?
The white-clothed female ghost on Fang Rui's body dissipated into ashes. This caused him to hurriedly push against the ground to stand up, but he failed after several attempts. That female ghost had been lying on his body for quite a while, and now his entire body was somewhat cold and stiff.
Zhou Kun walked over from behind, nodded at Wang Liang, then cautiously watched the three of them.
These three were indeed problematic. One carried a gun, one had a supernatural item, and another was actually a ghost controller.
Coming to this problematic village at this point in time, they definitely harbored some special purpose. They truly ought to be taken under control.
"All of you, come with us, or you know the consequences." Zhou Kun picked up the pistol Fang Rui had dropped on the ground, pointed it at the three of them, and barked.
Chang Feng and the other two hurriedly nodded.
"Old... Old Feng, help me up. I can't stand," Fang Rui said with a miserable expression.
"What... good fortune."
Chang Feng helped Fang Rui up with a cold face. He held it in for a long time before finally blurting out this sentence, which made Fang Rui's expression grow even worse.
A few minutes later, in the hunchbacked old man's house.
Wang Liang lay back on the reclining chair, looking at the few people standing obediently against the wall like quails, and asked:
"Couriers from which floor?"
When these words came out, Chang Feng and the others all changed expressions in unison, feeling it was unbelievable, before suddenly realizing.
"You're also a courier?"
"Huh, courier?" Zhou Kun was puzzled.
Wang Liang shook his head.
"No, don't misunderstand. I'm not a courier, but I know you are couriers."
Saying this, he suddenly slapped the armrest of the reclining chair, producing a crisp crack that startled the three of them.
"Answer my question. Don't get it wrong, everyone."
"First floor!" Fang Rui quickly answered.
"Only the first floor, yet a first-floor team can already have a ghost controller who harnesses fierce ghosts. In a sense, you people are rather lucky," Wang Liang said.
"Wang Liang, what are you guys talking about?" Zhou Kun asked with a puzzled expression, feeling that matters related to these couriers were no simple issue.
"They are couriers, from an out-of-control supernatural place called the Ghost Post Office. It captures people and forces them to deliver letters, or they die."
There was nothing to hide. Wang Liang simply explained the general operating method of the Ghost Post Office to Zhou Kun.
"But these couriers don't deliver letters to people—they deliver them to ghosts. Every delivery stimulates the supernatural events in that location, causing supernatural incidents that might have taken some time to erupt to explode ahead of schedule.
And after delivering the letters, these couriers—well, not absolutely everyone, but ninety-nine out of a hundred—simply pat their butts and leave, leaving the erupted supernatural incident to spread from where it began."
After hearing this, Zhou Kun's expression changed.
"Such a place actually exists!"
Then Zhou Kun's gaze turned fierce.
"You acquired evil unstable factors ought to be completely eradicated. You actually dare to actively trigger supernatural events. What tremendous audacity!"
"We don't want to either, but if we don't deliver the letters, we'll be attacked by terrifying fierce ghosts. What can we do about it? We want to live too," Fang Rui said in a low voice, his voice growing smaller and smaller because Zhou Kun's gun muzzle was getting closer and closer to him.
"You still dare to talk back, I'll—"
"Alright, Old Zhou, wait a moment. I haven't finished asking."
Wang Liang stopped Zhou Kun's desire to finish off the few of them on the spot and continued speaking:
"What is the target of your delivery this time? Better not lie. You should know the price of being caught in a lie by me. You can gamble on whether or not I can guess you're lying."
The three fell silent. Of the three, the one leading them, Chang Feng, raised his head to look at Wang Liang.
"Wangshan Village in Dahai City. At twelve o'clock tonight, we are to deliver the letter on time to a person called Li Lengmei. This is all the information we know.
We originally planned to enter the village and ask the villagers who Li Lengmei was, but before we met anyone here, we were intercepted by you on the road."
"Li Lengmei, as expected!" Wang Liang frowned, nodding in thought.
"Oh, you know that Li Lengmei?" Chang Feng asked in surprise.
"Is that something you should be asking? What are you?" Zhou Kun immediately shot him a glance, his tone hostile.
Chang Feng was choked speechless for a moment and shook his head helplessly.
Wang Liang pushed against the chair armrests to stand up and came before Chang Feng.
"Alright, give me the letter."
The expressions of Chang Feng's group changed, and they hurriedly protested:
"No, our mission is to deliver the letter. If it's sent to the wrong place or lost and fails to be delivered, an inexplicable fierce ghost will immediately emerge and kill us!"
"I'll say it again. Give me the letter. Otherwise, you won't need to wait for that inexplicable fierce ghost—I'll send you on your way right now," Wang Liang said coldly.
"You—" Chang Feng clenched his fists.
Fang Rui beside him lowered his head and said nothing. Lv Huizhen's expression was uncertain.
In the end, Lv Huizhen sighed and spoke:
"The letter isn't with him. It's with me. I can give you the letter, but you have to help us block the fierce ghost that attacks afterward."
"Huizhen!" Chang Feng shouted.
"Chang Feng, we have no choice."
Slap.
Zhou Kun stepped forward and slapped Lv Huizhen across the face.
"What the hell? Scum like you who deliberately create supernatural events would be getting off light even with death by a thousand cuts, and you still want to negotiate terms with us? You said it yourself—you have no choice. But it seems you yourself don't understand. Hand over the letter!"
"You—!"
Lv Huizhen stared at Zhou Kun with reddened eyes, a gloomy, cold aura emanating from her body.
"Oh? You still want to fight? No need for Wang Liang. I can suppress you by myself alone. There are gaps between ghost controllers too. Want to try?"
A similarly gloomy, cold aura emanated from Zhou Kun's body. When facing this kind of person, his attitude was extremely hardline, absolutely unwilling to retreat a single step. He even wanted to disregard the resurgence of his fierce ghost, directly using the fierce ghost's power to prove the correctness of his words.