After a casual chat with Zhang Ziliang, Wang Ye left.
During the previous conversation, Zhang Ziliang's breathing was even and he didn't look like he had traveled any distance.
With his two-sleep strength, it was still difficult to get back to the office before him and breathe steadily, so there was a high possibility that it wasn't Zhang Ziliang.
That...
Just who is it?
With doubts, Wang Ye returned to his residence and silently prepared for departure tomorrow.
…
Wasteland.
restricted area.
In a remote corner, the shadow of the bronze door appeared again.
The heavy door slowly opened a gap.
A woman's figure walked out from behind the bronze door. She stood at the door looking a little silent. After a long time...
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth and disappeared into the forbidden area of the wasteland.
Vaguely, one could see shadows emerging from the door one after another, very blurry, squeezing hard towards the door, but Buddhist scriptures appeared in the sky, and a faint golden light suppressed those figures.
not far away...
Ghosts exuding a terrifying aura appeared from all directions, looking at the bronze door from a distance with greed in their eyes.
But it's also filled with fear.
Until a ghost king finally couldn't bear the temptation and rushed over first.
Under the suppression of the Buddhist scriptures, the breath completely dissipated.
Only a shrill wail was left.
Soon, dark chains suddenly stretched out from the door, with many 'swastikas' densely engraved on them, shooting towards the direction of the woman's departure.
Abruptly.
Fingers appeared from mid-air and wrapped around the chain.
The 'swastika' on the chain emitted strong energy fluctuations, shaking these fingers into powder.
But the woman also completely disappeared into the wasteland.
Accompanied by a deep Buddha's chant, the bronze door closed again and disappeared.
…
The next day.
Wang Ye sorted out some items that he could currently use and put them in the outermost cloth bag for easy access.
Then we set off with Xiao Wu, Xiao Si and Xiao Er.
This is the first time that Wang Ye has truly mobilized all his staff, which shows how much Wang Ye attaches importance to the old house.
For a moment, Wang Ye felt that the existence of the post office seemed to be like a bad street, not worth mentioning. He simply had no idea of hiding it and directly took the three people into the mail truck and drove towards the old house.
The weird thing is.
After getting on the mail truck, Xiao Wu's mood was obviously not right and he looked a little depressed.
When Wang Ye asked the reason, even Xiao Wu was a little confused.
"I don't know, it's just..."
"I can always feel a familiar atmosphere."
"This breath affects my mood. It seems that every time I think about it, I feel very sad..."
Xiao Wu scratched his head.
Wang Ye nodded calmly.
It seems that even Xiao Wu has something to do with the post office?
The key point is that everyone who has anything to do with the post office seems to have a different identity. Why did he become a postman of the post office?
Is he really the chosen one?
Wang Ye has never been too fond of the words "Chosen Son".
Too fake.
All success is reserved for those who are prepared.
How many people are there who are truly the chosen ones, who go out to pick up money and win by scratching the lottery?
Anyway, Wang Ye has never seen it before and doesn't believe that he can be it.
If it weren't for the layout of some big bosses and I was chosen to be a puppet, I would think of Po Meng's attitude towards me.
perhaps...
I am not as simple as I thought.
Maybe when those three pages are unfolded a few more times, the mystery about myself will become clearer.
If he couldn't defeat Granny Meng, he would definitely let her tell her everything she knew!
Wang Ye is ruthless again!
But he didn't know that in Po Meng's room, Mao Yongan had already tried countless sneak attacks on Po Meng, poisoning, and a series of other operations.
The final result...
All are lessons learned in blood.
If he knew what Wang Ye was thinking, he would definitely point his finger at him and curse, "What does it mean to stand and talk without back pain!"
After a few hours' journey, the old house appeared in front of us in the distance.
As per the old rules, no matter how hard Wang Ye stepped on the accelerator, the mail truck remained motionless and had no intention of moving forward.
Wang Ye had obviously been familiar with the urine properties of the mail truck for a long time, so he got off with Xiaowu and three others.
At this time, at the door of the old house, the red cloth and red hydrangea, which symbolized happy events, were swaying in the wind. Even during the day, in this relatively gloomy weather, it still had a slightly eerie look.
The breeze blew and the red cloth fluttered.
A corner of the plaque was revealed again.
'Lu'
Is it really the Lu Mansion?
It’s Lu Qing’s work again!
I don't know why, but now whenever he sees the word "LV", Wang Ye feels guilty.
This name has been accompanying him like a shadow for almost these few months!
The essential...
There is nothing I can do against him.
However, Wang Ye is still not sure whether Lu Qing is the tombkeeper.
Only in the cemetery on the outskirts of the city or in the Shili Cemetery that I just passed by, I never saw the figure of the gravekeeper again, as if he disappeared out of thin air.
After the second eternal night, those cemeteries also returned to silence.
at this time.
The closed door of Lu Mansion suddenly opened out of thin air.
It was as if someone pushed the door open from inside.
But no one appeared inside the door, and it was equally eerily quiet inside.
It can be said that Lu Mansion is the most mysterious place I have encountered in the wasteland so far.
The first time I came here was to deliver a letter.
The person who won the trust was a person with unknown origins, origins, and true fifth-level superpowers.
The second time, several ghost kings gathered together again.
The time when I passed by with a serious injury does not count.
This time, it was quiet inside, and the ground was covered with dust, as if no one had been here for so many years!
three times.
Three different experiences.
What is hidden here?
And there is one of the biggest logistical problems. When I first came here, the post office was delivering the letter.
The middle-aged man from Wujue must have dealt with the post office. No matter how you analyze it, he is a member of the post office faction, so logically speaking, he is in the same camp as the post office.
But this time the mission suddenly changed.
became repression.
Could it be that there was a cooperative relationship before, but now the cooperation is broken?
With countless doubts filling his mind, Wang Ye took Xiaowu and three others into the Lu Mansion for the first time.
Sudden.
Xiao Er, who was sitting on Xiao Wu's shoulders, stood up. The lines on his body continued to grow and looked a little strange.
