Chapter 267

The messenger named Wang Chuan on the second floor was indeed warm and generous, freely sharing all his intelligence—information that was crucial for Li Yi, an outsider; his team had suffered heavy losses due to lack of intelligence and was now nearly wiped out, with only Qin Bing still alive.

Had we known this earlier, Tao Yuan wouldn't have died, and Zhang Jing wouldn't have despairingly refused to deliver the letter, choosing instead to break through the Soul Awakening realm—her fate still unknown.

If all of them had still been alive, they could have formed a much stronger messenger team.

Unfortunately, none of this could ever happen again.

"Thank you for the information—some of it's extremely useful to me. If I get the chance, I'll repay you," Li Yi said, accepting the help and immediately thinking of returning the favor, though he currently had no means to do so, and could only offer verbal gratitude.

Wang Chuan waved his hand dismissively. "This intelligence needs to be passed on. One day, someone will use it to find a way to defeat the Ghost Post Office and end this cursed place."

"I doubt anyone can achieve that—the Ghost Post Office isn't that easy to deal with; it involves too many terrifying entities," Liu Qingqing shook her head, unconvinced anyone could eliminate the Ghost Post Office.

"I'm just saying it for hope's sake. But speaking of repayment, I have a small request—if you ever go to the third floor, the fourth floor, or escape the Ghost Post Office, please send some money to my family. I'm stuck delivering letters every month and can't hold a job; my household is nearly destitute." Wang Chuan chuckled bitterly.

Li Yi paused, surprised his request was so simple—just financial aid.

But he quickly understood; Wang Chuan was just an ordinary man, with family and children, needing daily expenses—it was natural.

"No problem. Give me an account number. When I get the chance, I'll send you money. I can't promise much, but covering your family's normal living expenses for life should be fine." Li Yi agreed immediately.

Wang Chuan blinked, looking at him in surprise—he hadn't expected this new arrival to be so indifferent to money, and his confident demeanor suggested acquiring funds wasn't difficult for him.

Could he be a rich second-generation?

"If you say that, I won't be polite," Wang Chuan laughed and actually sent Li Yi his account number.

Even if Li Yi's promise might not be fulfilled, Wang Chuan lost nothing—he'd just given his family a chance.

Guo You understood: for Li Yi, acquiring a large sum of money wasn't hard at all—he was the kind of man who could leap several floors in one bound, acting without restraint or fear; if he ever needed cash, he might just rob a bank.

"Money isn't important to me—survival is," Li Yi said calmly. "Unfortunately, I'm currently in a peculiar situation—penniless. If I could go home, I'd give you tens of millions without hesitation."

He was now a Soul Awakening cultivator; if he returned to Tianchang City, a single trip into a danger zone, hunting a few supernatural creatures, would earn him hundreds of millions.

But here, Li Yi was still poor—he hadn't yet found a way to earn money.

"Others say things like that and I'd think they're boasting—but not you. You're special," Wang Chuan's smile faded, his tone turning serious, for he had already noticed: Li Yi's eyes glowed faintly in the dim room, and his entire presence radiated an extraordinary aura unlike any ordinary person's.

This aura wasn't that of a Ghost Master—it was something rarer, something extraordinary; merely standing there, he stood out like a crane among chickens.

Not only Wang Chuan had noticed this—Liu Qingqing had too.

Looks like someone talented has come up from the first floor.

"But Li Yi, now that you know so much, do you have any plans? Will you slowly deliver letters one by one, or take a risk and intercept my third letter to head to the third floor?" Wang Chuan asked.

"I'm still thinking about it," Li Yi replied.

Both options have pros and cons: delivering letters slowly means more missions, and if luck runs out, I might end up delivering three letters. But if I intercept your third letter and go to the third floor, though risky, once I survive this, I can wait safely until the cross-dimensional gate opens.

"I don't care what you decide—I'm going to the third floor. I don't have time to waste slowly. I'm a Ghost Master—I can't afford to wait," Liu Qingqing said. "If you're willing to deliver the third letter, we can form a team—it might benefit everyone. Guo You, what about you?"

She then turned to the side.

"Me?" Guo You let out a bitter laugh. He wasn't a Ghost Master, nor a freak like Li Yi—he had no say. "When I was on the first floor, I completed a delivery mission thanks to Li Yi's help. This time, I'll follow him—if he goes, I go; if he doesn't, I don't."

Listening to a master is always the right choice.

After all, Li Yi wasn't a Ghost Master—he usually considered situations from an ordinary person's perspective, which better suited his own interests.

Liu Qingqing could be aggressive because she had means to fight ghosts.

"No rush—my letter hasn't appeared yet. You can take your time, and see if any new messengers show up in the next few days," Wang Chuan said. "By the way, there's no rule on the second floor limiting one person per room—two or even three messengers can share a room."

"Still, for safety's sake, it's not advisable to overcrowd a room."

"That's good news—at least messengers won't kill each other over rooms," Li Yi nodded. This was also vital intelligence.

Wang Chuan said, "It's said the rooms on the third floor are even more special—they can accommodate an unlimited number of messengers. It seems the higher up you go, the more the Ghost Post Office values messengers' lives."

"Naturally," Guo You chuckled. "After all the effort to train someone to the third or fourth floor, if they die fighting over rooms, that's a huge loss. The Ghost Post Office's goal isn't to kill messengers—it's to cultivate them."

"I think so too, but still be careful at night—ghosts wander around. Don't leave your room after six."

Wang Chuan added, "If you get the chance, risk going to the first floor to pick up some black paper—it can save your life in a pinch. But black paper only appears at night, and after lights out, it's pitch black and hard to find, plus ghosts roam freely—high risk. Decide for yourselves."

"Black paper? Is this it?" Li Yi pulled out a small stack of paper.

At that moment, Wang Chuan, Guo You, and Liu Qingqing all froze.

So much?

"A true expert—picking up paper is no challenge for you," Guo You said, envious and admiring—he'd seen Li Yi's skills firsthand.

"Can you give me some?" Liu Qingqing couldn't help asking. "I could go to the first floor myself, but I don't want to encounter the Ghost Post Office's ghosts."

Li Yi was generous—he still had a thick stack in his bag, more than he could use, so he gave each of them a few sheets and explained how to use them.

"You understand this paper well," Wang Chuan said, surprised. Such knowledge wasn't possible for a first-floor messenger.

"I picked up so much paper, I burned a lot just experimenting," Li Yi said. "If you try enough times, nothing's impossible."

"You're truly extravagant—burning paper for fun. It's not precious, but it's vital for messengers, consumed quickly, and in the Ghost Post Office, it's practically hard currency. I've seen people pay ten thousand yuan per sheet," Wang Chuan laughed, setting down his bottle.

"This stuff is picked up everywhere, and people still buy it?" Li Yi asked.

Wang Chuan said, "Of course. Going from the second floor to the first and back carries risk—it's not a delivery mission. If you meet a ghost and don't come back, that's a huge loss. I've also heard that late at night, you might find supernatural artifacts besides paper, but few dare to venture out—it's just not worth the risk."

The speaker meant nothing by it, but the listener took it to heart.

Others avoided night expeditions because it was too dark to see, and because the round trip was too slow—if a ghost targeted you, you couldn't outrun it. But he wasn't like them; with his speed, even the second floor was only seconds away.

Still, Li Yi didn't want to risk it—he didn't truly intend to complete delivery missions; he just couldn't afford to waste time here.

Afterward, the group chatted at length, exchanging much intelligence and learning many things about the Ghost Post Office.

Additionally, Li Yi asked Liu Qingqing about Ghost Masters; she didn't hold back, freely explaining many details—even briefly describing how one became a Ghost Master.

"You become a Ghost Master by accidentally touching a supernatural entity during a paranormal event and surviving?" Li Yi found this unbelievable.

Ghost Masters were too uncontrollable.

Becoming one was random, with no replicable method, and once possessed, you only had about half a year left to live—your lifespan shortened further the more you used supernatural power.

The only way to survive was to continue controlling ghosts, balancing two different supernatural forces within your body to extend your life.

But it was only a temporary extension—when time ran out, or you overused the power, the ghost would awaken, and you'd die instantly.

"Ghost Masters really aren't a good profession—too short-lived, too extreme. Though the supernatural power here is extremely advanced, if you only live half a year, forget it," Li Yi thought inwardly, firmly resolving never to become a Ghost Master.

If a ghost possessed him, he'd be trapped in this world—returning to his own world without an equivalent ghost to control would only kill him faster.

"This is a more hopeless world than the Heaven-Collapse World. I think everyone here will eventually die."

Li Yi now felt bleak about this world's future—those living here were like inhabitants of a hell teeming with ghosts, with no future whatsoever.