Once midnight passed.
This marked the beginning of the post office's mission. The fourth-floor messengers were to stay here for seven days. This was the first day—merely the beginning.
In the oppressive and dimly lit ancient mansion, an eerie silence prevailed.
The other Ghost Rider companions who followed Yang Jian here also fell silent. Although they were bold, they were not without a sense of caution.
It was evident that something was wrong with the mansion. Without understanding the situation, no one dared to act recklessly, and they opted for relatively safer spaces to linger.
The main hall was entirely empty at the moment. The ghastly quiet suffocated the air, leaving behind only the corpse of an emaciated elderly man sitting in a black Taishi Chair. His eyes were closed, his face expressionless, while his icy dead feet rested on the ground, mottled with corpse spots.
Behind the hall lay a coffin.
