At 8:07 in the evening, the block where the "Civet Office" was originally located was quite lively at this time, but at this moment, under the illumination of the street lights, it looked particularly deserted. A gust of cold wind blew by, and the people on the street ground "Yellow paper money" was flying in the wind. Seeing such a scene, Gao Gaojun couldn't help but sigh.
"Such a situation only happened during the famine years of my great-grandfather's childhood. What a sin..."
Yang Shuang handed Gao Gaojun the "magnet" that could disrupt the flow of "Yang Qi" and said.
"There is nothing sinful. Even if the ghost postman does not appear, the remaining lifespan of these deceased people will not exceed ten years. Most of them are old people, and the remaining few are also masters who stay up late to cultivate immortality."
Looking at the ordinary black round "magnet" in his hand, Gao Gaojun asked worriedly.
"Shuangzi, do you think that if we disrupt the flow of Yang Qi in the entire neighborhood, will it have a bad impact on their health?"
Yang Shuang, who had placed the "magnets" according to the directions of "Qi Men Dun Jia" and "Tiangang Disha", raised his head and said with a smile.
"I didn't expect that Brother Gao is quite responsible. It seems that Xiao Qi is quite accurate in judging people."
"Don't worry, as long as the yang energy of the residents in the neighborhood is not completely blocked, the small actions we do tonight will have no impact."
"If I have to say there are any side effects, it would be for the older girls and younger wives in this neighborhood, but they will suffer."
"Their husbands and boyfriends will definitely let them go shopping on the street the next day~"
The "magnet" that disrupted the flow of "Yang Qi" was quickly placed. Yang Shuang and the other two people, who had nothing to do, after sealing off the fluctuations of their "spiritual power" and "Yang Qi", sat on the street and quietly Quietly waiting for the "ghost postman" to appear.
At nine fifty-nine, just when Song Anyun was about to fall asleep, leaning on Yang Shuang's shoulder, a crisp bicycle bell sounded suddenly from the entrance of the block. The three of them looked in the direction of the sound. I saw a man wearing old-fashioned post office clothes riding a "28" bicycle into the neighborhood.
What the three of them didn't expect was that the "ghost postman" did not run directly as they expected. Zhang Yue'er, who had suppressed his "Yang Qi" to a near-death state, left with the three of them. On the contrary, he looked like He was like a headless fly, riding a "28" bicycle, fast and slow, left and right in the neighborhood, without any accurate target.
Looking at the current performance of "Ghost Postman", Gao Gaojun said.
"Shuangzi, is there a bug in this product?"
Yang Shuang smiled bitterly and said.
"It's not a bug, it's because we made things complicated. Have you ever heard that quantum physics is required to throw away garbage?"
Under Gao Gaojun's puzzled gaze, Yang Shuang stood up and quickly completed the mudras, then pointed his right hand hard in the direction of Zhang Yue'er and the others. Then Gao Gaojun saw, following the direction of Yang Shuang's finger, a large group of "Decay". "Qi" quickly floated in the direction of Zhang Yue'er and the others. At the same time, the "Ghost Postman" also chased the "Qi of Decline" like a gust of wind.
When the "ghost postman" passed by Yang Shuang, the three of them heard the ghost postman's gloomy words at the same time.
"Thank you Ang."
Hearing the "ghost postman"'s thanks, Gao Gaojun was stunned for a moment and joked.
"Oh, I made a mistake just now. It's not a bug in this guy, it's a bug in his brain."
"I was sold, so I thanked them."
In the silent night, wherever the "ghost postman" passed, he left behind sparks generated by his fierce pedaling...
Perhaps it is the physical phenomenon of inertia that also applies to ghosts. Zhang Yue'er and the others, who were a little bored waiting, just wanted to use the "missing wave" to contact Song Anyun, but suddenly saw a green afterimage, with sparks along the way, such as A gust of wind passed by them.
Insect Ming Lijia, who didn't react, stared blankly at the distant sparks and the line of fire connected by them. She was stunned for a moment and said.
"Sister Zixin, it's because we didn't show it thoroughly enough, or it's our beauty that only Xiaoqi can understand."
"Why doesn't this damn postman even bother us?"
Finally, the "Ghost Postman", who was running as fast as sparks and lightning, suddenly stopped in front of Li Xiaoqi. After looking at the "Ghost Postman" for a few seconds, Li Xiaoqi heard the "Ghost Postman" talking to him. said.
"You are not under my control, so please stay far away and don't hinder my work."
After saying that, the "ghost postman" turned the front of the car and sped away in the direction where Zhang Yue'er and the others were.
Since the development of things has gone beyond the previous plan, Li Xiaoqi and others had no choice but to adapt to the situation. Soon the "ghost postman" appeared on the bicycle with the tires completely polished and only the red rims left. In front of Zhang Yue'er and the others.
Before the "ghost postman" could take out three pieces of mail and activate the "Jiama Shenxing", Li Xiaoqi had already stood in front of Zhang Yue'er and the others, and sealed him with four "soul-blocking orders" However, what surprised Li Xiaoqi was that the "ghost postman's" hand holding the mail easily passed through the "soul-blocking order" and knocked Li Xiaoqi away smoothly. Then he repeated what he had said to him before.
"You are not under my control, so please stay far away and don't hinder my work."
Just when Zhang Yue'er and the others were about to take action, Yang Shuang, who came over after three thunder blasts, activated his "Main Attribute: Instant Thunder" and spoke.
"Don't worry yet, the tricks you want to use will not work on him."
"If I'm not wrong, he is neither an evil spirit nor a ghost, but a collection of persistence and resentment."
After saying that, Yang Shuang took out the "Grudge Bottle". After chanting the spell, the figure of the "Ghost Postman" first became like a TV image with poor signal, and then turned into a ghostly mass. All the green smoke was sucked into the "Grudge Bottle".
Looking at the "Grudge Collection Bottle" in Yang Shuang's hand, Li Xiaoqi walked back and said with a smile.
"You don't even carry the soul attracting charm, do you?"
As soon as Li Xiaoqi finished speaking, Yang Shuang lit the "soul attracting charm" in his hand. The "soul attracting charm" floated out and finally stopped in front of an abandoned post office next to the No. 17 dam gate on the Eqing River. Downstairs, and the residential building above the post office also looks abandoned for a long time.
The barbecue restaurant across the road from the abandoned post office was still open for business with bright lights. This contrast between light and dark made the abandoned post office look even more gloomy and desolate. A cool night breeze blew by, and Li Xiaoqi and the others , and shivered at the same time, the rusty iron door of the abandoned post office suddenly opened with a "squeak" and then closed with a "squeak". Just when a few people thought it was a false alarm, a An old voice sounded in front of them.
"No one has come to this post office to send letters for a long time. Young people, are you here to send letters?"
Hearing the old man's voice, Li Xiaoqi replied subconsciously.
"In this age, who still goes to the post office to send letters, and what's more, in the middle of the night..."
Before Li Xiaoqi could finish speaking, the old man continued.
"In this case, can you please return our postman and bicycle?"
