The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 367 - 259: The Newcomer on the Third Floor

Chapter 367: Chapter 259: The Newcomer on the Third Floor

"It looks like I’m the only one who will be able to leave this world alive,"

Li Yi was sitting by the riverbank at this moment. He had long packed his things, ready to cross over at any moment. Reflecting on the past three months’ experiences, it really was like a nightmare. The successive delivery tasks nearly tortured him to death. If it weren’t for the luck of acquiring a mysterious item, he would have probably died long ago, unable to survive until now.

Actually, Qin Bing also had a chance to survive, only his luck was a bit short. He just lacked the means to fight against fierce ghosts. If he had obtained a mysterious item as well, I believe he definitely could have held on until the Cross-border Gate opened again.

In these last few days, Li Yi planned to spend his time quietly and plainly by the river, until it was time to depart.

"It’s a pity, I haven’t made a penny for Wang Chuan’s family, and I still owe Zheng Yaoyao a favor..." At this moment, Li Yi’s only regrets were these two matters. He also didn’t know whether he would ever have the chance to return to this suffocating and despairing world once he left.

Probably... not coming back.

However, just as Li Yi was thinking this,

Suddenly,

He sensed something.

He abruptly turned to look behind him.

An eerie and dark aura inexplicably appeared and lingered. Then, in the depths of the darkness, a winding path suddenly emerged. At the end of the path, a familiar yet eerie building reappeared.

"No way? Again? Is there no end to this?"

At this moment, Li Yi abruptly stood up, feeling as if the Ghost Post Office was toying with him.

They agreed that on the third floor, there would be one letter to deliver every three months. How did it turn out like this?

Moreover, there were no other Messengers left in his room No. 34, only Guo You and Liu Qingqing, so there wasn’t supposed to be any group mail. Could it be that his own delivery task arrived early? That seemed impossible.

Or perhaps, the Ghost Post Office had set its sights on him and did not want to let him leave this world?

Li Yi’s expression changed unpredictably. In an instant, he thought of many things.

"The Cross-border Gate is opening in the next few days. Even if there really is a delivery task now, I simply won’t go. I don’t believe the Ghost Post Office could cross over to Tianchang City to kill me," he immediately thought of a way to cope.

The delivery period on the third floor was rather lenient, often seven days, ten days. Li Yi was absolutely confident he could wait for the Cross-border Gate to open within that time. So, no matter what the delivery task was, it was insignificant to him.

Realizing this, Li Yi’s mindset became much calmer.

"Go and take a look, just as a farewell to Liu Qingqing and Guo You," he said, picking up his backpack, patting off the dust, and walking back toward that winding path.

Returning to the Ghost Post Office was like coming home.

Li Yi had been here for a long time, familiar with everything. When he climbed the old staircase back to the third floor, he found that Liu Qingqing and Guo You had also arrived, standing at the door of room No. 34, discussing the current situation.

"Li Yi, you’re here," the two greeted him when they saw Li Yi.

"It seems the Ghost Post Office wants to play us to death, not giving us a moment’s peace,"

At this moment, Li Yi no longer had the sharpness he had three months ago but was instead somewhat listless. Perhaps it was because all his teammates had died off, or maybe after being tormented by the Ghost Post Office for three months, his mindset had changed somewhat.

"Li Yi, you should cheer up a bit. Didn’t we cooperate well before? If nothing goes wrong, this will be the last letter on the third floor. After delivering this letter, we can move on to the fourth floor. We’re not far from breaking free from the Ghost Post Office," Liu Qingqing said calmly, now beginning to comfort others.

"I don’t like delivering letters. You know that," Li Yi said.

"But we have no choice, do we? If you can’t fight it, you have to accept it," Liu Qingqing replied.

Li Yi smiled, "Have you accepted your fate? Your recent uncontrollable episodes have become more frequent. I feel that the energy in you is very chaotic. There’s someone else’s aura eroding you... and now, your dressing is less and less like yourself."

At this moment, Liu Qingqing was dressed in a cheongsam, with heavy makeup. High heels on her feet, she was draped in a mink shawl, looking like a lady from the time of the Republic of China.

"I understand very well what the fate of a Ghost Tamer is. I intentionally inquired about it in Dazhuang City before. Three months ago, the person in charge of Dazhuang City, Wang Qiao, died. A new person is now in charge. Death by the revival of a fierce ghost, such an extraordinary power, is a disaster for ordinary people. Surviving half a year is already quite lucky. Liu Qingqing, you don’t have much time left to live,"

"I know," Liu Qingqing said calmly. "But I just want to survive, no matter what methods and means I have to use."

"The will to survive can drive a person to extremes," Li Yi commented. "You’ve changed too, haven’t you?"

Liu Qingqing fell silent for a moment, then said, "Let’s think about tomorrow’s delivery task. I don’t think it’s that simple this time. It seems there has been some kind of change in the Ghost Post Office. It’s a pity that the veteran Messenger from the second floor, Wang Chuan, has died. He would have definitely known something,"

"Tomorrow’s delivery task isn’t important to me. I hope you can successfully rid yourself of the curse of the Ghost Post Office and then find a way to keep living." Li Yi didn’t say more, and turned towards room No. 34.