Before leaving, Wang Ye had consciously taken away all the belongings in his home, otherwise he would not have been able to use these three pieces of paper this time.
So there is no need to go back and pack your luggage.
He randomly found a house that looked relatively clean next to the haunted house, and Wang Ye took Xiao Wu and the others to live in it.
At night, Wang Ye came to the haunted house and entered the secret room, took out a white monkey hair and lit it!
This is what the white-skinned monkey said. As long as he is burned, he will be able to sense it and reopen the coordinates!
Of course, after this, Wang Ye became more certain that the post office did not exist in this world, but was located in a mysterious space.
After the hair burned, a strange fragrance appeared in the secret room.
Then, within a few seconds, a wooden door appeared in the dark room, somewhere between reality and reality.
But unlike when he was doing the task, Wang Ye touched the wooden door and his palm passed through it, unable to push it open at all.
Are there any rules specific to the post office?
After confirming that the coordinates were valid, Wang Ye gave up the idea of entering the post office, and the wooden door gradually disappeared into the air.
Back in the room, Xiao Wu had already fallen asleep. Xiao Si and Xiao Er were of the type that did not need to sleep under normal circumstances. They would be forced to sleep only when the post office appeared.
Of course, Wang Ye doubted whether the post office really knocked the waiter out. After all, if he was really Lu Qing, the two people were most likely wearing the same pants.
It was dawn the next day.
When it comes to business matters, Tianzhu's efficiency has always been terrifyingly fast.
Dozens of superpowers, protecting a bunch of professional and technical talents, have arrived at the gate of hell. '
The plan had been made before, so there was very little conversation between everyone, and they started working directly and skillfully.
The superpowers responsible for protection left half of them and carefully observed the surroundings.
The other half is constantly patrolling the city to see if there are any fish that have slipped through the net.
As the nominal leader of 'Guimenguan', Wang Ye was idle and seemed to be doing nothing, even unable to lend a helping hand.
After all, he is proficient in killing people and sealing ghosts, but let him study how to make the house more beautiful, how to smooth the irregular ground, and plant green plants...
This kind of thing sounds like a headache.
After simply giving instructions to everyone not to touch the haunted house, he returned to his temporary resting place and continued reading.
These books were all dug out from the ruins of New City, and a small number of local county annals are of some value for investigation.
As the day passed, Wang Ye was amazed by the efficiency of these professionals.
The foundation of the branch has almost been laid, and even the framework has been simply erected. But looking at these people, it is obvious that they have no intention of resting, as if they have to work overnight.
Wang Ye did not interrupt too much, but left silently and came to the haunted house again.
Counting the days, the post office's letter delivery task is coming again.
Sure enough, at twelve o'clock in the morning, the wooden door of the post office appeared in the dark room.
Wang Ye pushed the door open and went in.
The white-skinned monkey stood at the door early, with an attentive smile on his face, waiting for Wang Ye's arrival.
"Brother, I haven't seen you for a few days. You seem to be looking good."
"I have a massage technique passed down from ancient times. I only recalled it in the past two days. Do you want to try it? I am very good at it!"
As he spoke, the white-skinned monkey conjured a towel out of nowhere and put it on his shoulders. The single eye on his forehead was full of flattery.
...
Wang Ye glanced at it strangely, suddenly remembered something, and pulled it aside: "There's no need for massage. Did you exist in ancient times?"
"Ah, I should have lived for a long time..."
The white-skinned monkey nodded in confusion and said.
"Then let me ask you, do you know Lu Qing?"
Wang Ye asked quietly with a hint of joy in his eyes.
The white-skinned monkey shook his head: "I don't know."
"Where is the Gate of Hell?" Wang Ye asked again.
"Never heard of it." Bai Yuan still shook his head.
Wang Ye had a look of reluctance on his face: "Where is the city in vain?"
"Brother, I really don't know." The white-skinned monkey was so frightened that he almost cried, and subconsciously took two steps back.
Wang Ye was silent...
"You have lived for so long and don't know anything. No wonder you can only do massage." Wang Ye's face was dark.
The white-skinned monkey looked aggrieved: "Brother, I have lived a long time, but I have been sealed for a while and have been in a state of confusion. It was only after entering this ghost place that my consciousness gradually recovered. Many things I I haven’t even thought about it yet.”
"How about you see it like this, I try to recall more memories. If I suddenly remember it, I will tell you as soon as possible!"
As he said that, the white-skinned monkey took off the towel from his shoulders and held it in his hand: "Let's massage it first, it's quite tiring."
"Forget it, let's get down to business first."
"Let me ask you, has anyone entered the post office recently?"
Wang Ye waved his hand and asked a monkey to massage himself. It always felt a little strange, and with his current physical condition, he didn't really need this thing.
"No one but me, I look forward to the stars and the moon every day, waiting for you to come."
The white-skinned monkey shook his head, not forgetting to express his loyalty to Wang Ye.
Sure enough, this guy couldn't give him any more information. If he knew too much, the post office wouldn't let him have a chance to contact him.
Another failed trial.
Wang Ye sighed: "Let's talk about the mission."
"Okay, brother!"
The white-skinned monkey became energetic for a while: "Mission: Qin Mansion in the Wasteland. Requirement: Enter the coffin in the main hall on time at twelve o'clock in the morning, and deliver the letter to the people on the bridge. Reward: Soul Pearl."
"Brother, according to the prompt, the soul bead seems to be installed on your knife, which can improve its function."
Seeing a trace of confusion on Wang Ye's expression, he was good at observing people's words and immediately introduced him to him.
Just mentioning this vision is very satisfying.
As a result, Wang Ye would be too embarrassed to attack the post office next time.
"Well, is there anything else?"
Wang Ye asked.
"No, but brother, really think about it. I've been studying this massage technique in the past few days, and I've become very good at it!"
"And in my vague memory, there was a famous boss at that time who particularly appreciated my craftsmanship and even made a god statue for me."
The white-skinned monkey said with great joy, his expression full of showing off!
