Inside the old second-floor corridor.
The chilling wind scoured the hallway, where scattered red letter paper shreds were whirled into the air, spreading everywhere.
Each piece of red paper shard, at this moment, seemed as if it was possessed by malevolent spirits. All the couriers on the second floor felt an urge to stay as far away as possible, even fearing to touch them, lest they get tainted by some curses and meet an untimely death.
Among the couriers on the second floor, there were quite a few with extensive experience.
Liu Mingxin was one of them. From the moment he became a courier, he had delivered no less than five letters, encountering genuine supernatural forces five times.
And each time was more terrifying than the last.
Under normal circumstances, one more letter and he would have become a third-floor courier.
But unexpectedly, an accident occurred.
The torn red letters would bring the most horrific crisis to everyone on this floor.
