The sound of chatter and the sound of chess pieces falling on the chessboard rang out in the hall, occasionally accompanied by a burst of sighing, which seemed to be caused by someone making a bad move that resulted in the entire game being lost.

Zhang Xianguang, who was playing chess with Yang Xiao, looked at the somewhat complicated chess game, thinking in his eyes, picked up a chess piece on the chessboard, and just wanted to move Yang Xiao.

At this moment, his expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the door of the hall.

Seeing Zhang Xianguang's expression, Yang Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly and also looked at the door of the hall, thinking about something in his eyes.

"Is something terrible coming?"

squeak

The door of the hall was suddenly pushed open. Everyone in the hall stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look over.

A young man walked into the hall, and many people looked surprised:

"Oh? Is this a new person? This is not easy. How long has it been? Finally, one is here."

"No, I don't know since when, no one has left any paintings. I don't know what went wrong, but now one finally comes."

"Gee, this guy looks so young. Messengers these days are all so young. He's really awesome."

Several messengers looked at Lin Qian and started joking. They didn't mean anything malicious, but they hadn't seen someone new for a long time, so it felt very novel.

Lin Yue'er hid behind Lin Qian and quietly looked at the scene in the hall, her eyes full of doubts. She couldn't figure out why there were so many people here. Isn't this a ghost post office?

Shouldn't there be ghosts inside? The ghost post office, as the name suggests, is a post office with ghosts, but why are there people here?

Lin Qian glanced at the messengers. When he saw a middle-aged man looking at him, the blood in his eyes suddenly flashed.

Lin Qian looked at the middle-aged man, a smile slowly appeared on his face:

"Zhang Xianguang, please introduce yourself. My name is Lin Qian, the person in charge of Dajiang City. You should have heard of me, right?"

Lin Qian walked towards Zhang Xianguang, and a red umbrella suddenly appeared in his hand. The chains on the red umbrella collided slightly, and the crisp and sweet knocking sound echoed through the hall.

However, because of Lin Qian's control, the chaos caused by the chain did not attack others. He still needed these messengers to protect Xiaoyue, so killing them would not do.

Zhang Xianguang looked at Lin Qian calmly, a little silent, and after a while he said:

"How are you sure that I am alive? You should have been an administrator, so you should know that the people here are just paintings left by the messenger on the fifth floor."

"They are all dead people, a group of dead people who cannot leave the oil painting, but you seem to think that I am a living person from the beginning. Why is this? You must have never come into contact with me."

As Zhang Xianguang said these words, everyone in the hall looked at Zhang Xianguang with a somewhat incredible look in their eyes. Is this guy actually alive?

What the hell, it's simply outrageous. A living person stayed with them for so long, and none of them noticed.

The living people Zhang Xianguang talks about are living people who can leave here at will, not dead people like them who cannot leave here for the rest of their lives and are trapped here.

Yang Xiao stared at Zhang Xianguang. When he heard his words, his eyes suddenly suddenly cleared up, and most of the doubts in his heart were revealed at this moment.

Hearing Zhang Xianguang's doubts, Lin Qian was still smiling, and the red light in his eyes kept flashing. Looking at Zhang Xianguang's calm and confused expression, the corners of his mouth curled up:

"You two, one slashed me more than a dozen times, and the other tried hard to trip me up. You two worked very well together. You have a good understanding. You are worthy of being the same person."
Chapter completed!