Very quickly.
Everyone on the fourth floor had completely left, and once again, the place returned to a deathly silence.
Before Yang Jian left the post office, he saw Sun Rui.
Sun Rui was still alive, sitting there keeping watch through the night. Beside him, an oil lamp was lit, casting a dim yellowish glow, while a red candle nearby had burned down about halfway. Clearly, he had also encountered danger last night.
"Last night sure was risky. I spent almost the whole night listening to opera. Someone was singing outside the post office—it was terrifying."
He looked at Yang Jian and recounted an unusual supernatural event from the previous night.
Yang Jian said, "I heard it too. Besides that, I was attacked by other vengeful spirits on the fourth floor. That Door-Opening Ghost from before even showed up again. But are you sure the thing singing opera was a vengeful spirit outside the post office?"
