The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 369 - 259: The Newcomer on the Third Floor_3

Chapter 369: Chapter 259: The Newcomer on the Third Floor_3

So among these people, is this person the leader?

"I just got here, heard the commotion outside so I came to look," Li Yi said while casually lighting a cigarette: "It’s boring outside the post office, so I came in to sit."

"Came in to sit? Can you enter this place anytime you want? Don’t you have to wait for the time to deliver letters?" The young man named Yang Jian continued to ask.

As expected.

These people climbed the floors too quickly, knowing nothing about the Ghost Post Office.

Li Yi suddenly smiled, never having imagined that the day would come when he would become an old Messenger. It reminded him of Wang Chuan.

"It’s a privilege of the third-floor messengers to come and go from the Ghost Post Office at any time, even when not delivering letters. Most people just don’t want to do that, so this place seems deserted," he said.

"How do you use this privilege?" Yang Jian continued to ask, clearly a total newbie.

"Letter paper."

Li Yi said, taking out a piece of black letter paper: "Burn the letter paper, and a path to the Ghost Post Office will appear."

"Letter paper? How do you get that?" The man named Yang Jian asked again.

Li Yi didn’t continue, just smiled: "I can tell you, but then you have to tell me exactly what happened downstairs, why there are so many people climbing up together... a total of six."

Aside from the two Ghost Tamers, four ordinary people had also climbed up, which was no small matter.

"I tore up a red letter downstairs, and then the stairs appeared," Yang Jian said calmly and with composure.

A red letter?

"No, that’s impossible, the red letters are the most difficult letters in the post office, capable of wiping out a whole floor of messengers. They only appear when there is an anomaly in the post office or for some special reasons. Not only did you not deliver the red letter, but you also tore it up, are you joking with me?"

Li Yi was astonished.

He had only heard about red letters from Wang Chuan but had never seen one, nor had he heard of anyone else delivering red letters, let alone tearing one up.

You should know that tearing up a letter can lead to attacks by fierce ghosts.

"That’s the truth, believe it or not," Yang Jian said.

"He’s telling the truth. I saw it with my own eyes, and the fierce ghost invasion brought on by the red letter has taken over the second floor. The messengers there were a dozen strong, but nearly all died yesterday, leaving only a few of us," said a woman who had also climbed up with them.

"Unbelievable, I’ve only heard of red letters, never seen one. It seems there is someone or something beyond the control of the post office among you."

Li Yi looked at the man before him with a slightly serious gaze.

Tearing up a red letter and still being unscathed, this person must not be an ordinary Ghost Tamer, he must be very strong. Probably even Liu Qingqing is no match for him.

It seemed like an extraordinary individual had infiltrated the post office.

Knowing no information, being able to climb to the third floor so recklessly, that’s not something an average person could do.

"You still haven’t told me how that letter paper comes about," Yang Jian pressed.

Li Yi snapped out of his thoughts, chuckling slightly: "That’s easy, just come out of your room at night and wander around outside, you should be able to pick them up. But that involves some risk, since there are fierce ghosts wandering in the post office at night. If you’re not careful and bump into one, you’re definitely dead."

"What? You just pick this thing up when you go out at night?" A messenger who had just arrived on the third floor changed color in fright.

Obviously, he knew something about how terrifying the Ghost Post Office was at night.

"What did you think? If used correctly, these paper can save your life at a critical moment. Lighting them, the path of the post office will appear, allowing you to quickly escape from supernatural incidents. Many messengers risk their lives to pick them up at night, and those with good luck gather more than they need and are willing to sell some," he explained.

"Do you need some? I can sell them to you cheap, one hundred thousand per piece. That’s already the cost price," Li Yi blurted out, hoping to make a good profit from these people, as he was short on cash to repay the debt to Wang Chuan’s family.

"How much do you have?" Yang Jian asked, seemingly interested in buying.

Li Yi quickly pulled out a big stack: "A lot."

At that moment, Li Yi felt Yang Jian’s peculiar gaze.

Indeed, he was not born to do business. He still had to learn more about hunger marketing from that old man on Ghost Street selling Mud Horses, and then clarified: "Don’t think this stuff is easy to get, it involves risk. Of course, if a few of you are brave enough to go out and pick up these letter papers after the lights are out, then forget what I said."

The Ghost Tamer named Yang Jian responded: "Let’s put the letter paper business aside for now. Since you’ve been on the third floor for so long, do you know how to climb the floors fastest? I don’t want to stay on the third floor for long. I want to go to the fourth floor, no, even better, the fifth floor."

"Eager to escape the curse of the post office, are you?" Li Yi looked at him.

Another one like Liu Qingqing.

It made sense.

Ghost Tamers don’t live long. It’s indeed troublesome being tied up by the post office.

"You better stay calm. The messenger’s delivery task isn’t so simple, and with your state of mind, it’s easy to run into trouble," Li Yi warned.

"That’s my business. If you know how, just tell me. I can pay more," Yang Jian said.

Li Yi’s expression shifted: "How much more?"

"Name your price," Yang Jian stated.

"How about one million?" Li Yi blurted out a figure. After all, it was just a trade of information, not something very valuable; he felt his asking price was already high.

Unexpectedly, the young Ghost Tamer before him agreed without hesitation: "Fine, I’ll give you three million, and you give me twenty more letter papers."

"I was too hasty..." Li Yi inwardly chided himself, not expecting this person to be so extravagant, a real sucker with money.

But with the three million, that would be enough—he could leave a sum for Wang Chuan’s family, give some to Zheng Yaoyao, settle his debts, and then he could leave Cross Border with peace of mind.