Chapter 268

After the conversation ended, Li Yi did not choose to share a room with Wang Chuan; though the man was warm and revealed much information, he carried his own secrets, so Li Yi opted for an empty room instead.

After checking into the second floor of the Ghost Post Office, he began pondering one thing.

Should he continue sending the third letter to the third floor, or remain on the second floor?

Time passed quickly.

Before he knew it, it was time to turn off the lights.

In his second-floor room, Li Yi heard the heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor—clearly, the ghost didn't just wander the first floor, but also appeared on the second. He also heard strange sounds, originating from above; at first faint, but later he recognized them.

Someone was singing.

Who sings at this hour inside the Ghost Post Office? Are the letter carriers on the upper floor so carefree?

Or perhaps the singer wasn't human at all—maybe a vengeful spirit?

After noting these anomalies and confirming his room was safe, Li Yi ignored them.

He had stopped cultivating, having broken through to the Spiritual Perception Realm; the nutrient solution was exhausted, and without resources, further cultivation yielded little benefit. Better to focus on surviving the remaining two months.

The first night on the second floor passed quickly.

As the lights in his room dimmed, the corridor lights flickered on—another day began.

Li Yi did not leave his room; he had no delivery task and no desire to wander. In this world, he had no family or friends—better to hide in the Ghost Post Office and avoid supernatural events. He didn't need to worry about food or drink, and without cultivation, his consumption was minimal.

Yet less than half an hour after dawn, someone knocked on his door.

"Li Yi, are you in? It's me, Guo You." A familiar voice came from outside.

In the dim room, Li Yi slowly opened his eyes; his gaze glowed faintly, strikingly noticeable—but quickly, the light within dimmed, returning to the dullness of an ordinary person. It was a technique he'd mastered last night: by guiding the cosmic energy in his eyes elsewhere, he could suppress their supernatural radiance.

Combined with his Foundation Establishment martial skill in controlling blood and qi, he could now fully conceal his identity, leaving no trace for others to detect.

"What do you want?" Li Yi considered, then opened the door.

The moment the door opened,

Guo You blurted out impatiently: "Wang Chuan's third letter has appeared—days ahead of schedule. Want to come take a look?"

"The third letter already?" Li Yi was surprised, but curiosity drove him to go see.

Soon,

the same group from yesterday gathered again, now joined by three strangers. All were clearly second-floor letter carriers—likely already checked in yesterday but had kept to themselves. Yet they all knew Wang Chuan.

After all, Wang Chuan was a veteran of the second floor.

"Delivery task appears: ten-day deadline, location—a private collection Guan in Zhongning City. Recipient: the ghost inside the collection Guan." Wang Chuan's eyes narrowed, his expression grave: "This task requires delivering the letter directly into a ghost's hands. The difficulty is substantial."

"But the requirements are loose: at least one second-floor letter carrier must participate. Anyone wishing to join only needs to touch the letter. Aside from the deadline, there are virtually no other conditions—unheard of before."

"Fewer requirements, more time, clear location—obviously the difficulty is high. Wang Chuan, your third letter is no easy task." One second-floor carrier frowned. "This is the first time a task explicitly demands delivering to a ghost."

"Supernatural events in delivery tasks are normal, but that doesn't mean I must touch a ghost. This one is too direct—I refuse. I won't risk it. I've already successfully delivered one letter on the second floor; the difficulty wasn't great. I'll proceed slowly."

Another second-floor carrier shook his head and declined outright.

After all, this wasn't his own delivery task—he could refuse.

Wang Chuan didn't press them, only asked: "What about you? Anyone willing to take this letter?"

His gaze turned to the others.

Most hesitated, weighing their options carefully—this decision couldn't be made lightly.

"Delivering to a ghost is extremely difficult for ordinary people, but not for me. With my speed and reflexes, I could complete the task in one second. But… the real concern is survival. If the ghost targets me after delivery, I'll die horribly—I have no power to fight a vengeful spirit."

"If someone could shield me from the ghost, buy me time to ignite the letter and escape back to the Ghost Post Office, this task might still be viable."

Li Yi weighed his options, then glanced at the woman named Liu Qingqing.

She was the only Spirit Controller here—the only one capable of resisting a vengeful spirit. If he partnered with her, the success rate would be high.

"If Liu Qingqing agrees to join, I might consider it. If she refuses, I have no reason to risk it." Li Yi silently shook his head.

He wanted to risk it because he refused to stay on the second floor endlessly delivering letters. Even if he delivered alone, he'd still face ghosts—and without allies, being targeted meant certain death.

After several minutes of silence, Wang Chuan smiled: "If none of you want this letter, I'll deliver it myself. I've long accepted death—since entering the Ghost Post Office, I never knew how long I'd live. But I'll say this: if I don't return, if any of you have the means, please look after my family."

He picked up the third letter and prepared to leave.

"Wait."

Suddenly, Liu Qingqing spoke: "I've thought it over. With your ability, delivering the third letter is suicide. On this floor, only I have the best chance of success—only a Spirit Controller can resist a vengeful spirit and safely make contact. Since the opportunity is here, I won't let it slip."

"So, Wang Chuan, give me the letter."

She reached out for it directly.

"You're sure?" Wang Chuan asked.

"I'm sure. I told you before—I don't have much time. I won't waste it in this Ghost Post Office. I must leave, break the curse, and find a way to control a vengeful spirit—not work for this place and rot away." Liu Qingqing had her reasons, and they were solid.

Wang Chuan hesitated, then handed her the letter. "Delivering alone is hard. You'd be better off with a companion. Even if you can fight the ghost, you may never get the chance to deliver the letter."

"Count me in," Li Yi suddenly spoke, after a long silence.

He had made his decision.

Since the only Spirit Controller was joining, Li Yi had no excuse to back out. Without borrowing Liu Qingqing's supernatural power, his chances of survival were near zero. But if this delivery succeeded, he could easily survive until the interdimensional gate reopened.

It was worth the gamble.

"You? A first-floor ordinary carrier trying to deliver the second-floor third letter? Are you joking? Sure, rushing to climb floors and escape the curse is good—but joining this is suicide. I advise you to step aside." One second-floor carrier sneered.

It wasn't arrogance—he and the other veterans simply didn't recognize newcomers like Li Yi and Guo You as having any voice.

"Li Yi, you're joining too?" Liu Qingqing's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at him.

"Can't I?" Li Yi replied.

Liu Qingqing suddenly smiled: "Why not? I welcome you if you want to join."

"Liu Qingqing, you're letting this fool in? Afraid he'll drag you down and get you killed?" The carrier spoke bluntly.

Li Yi glanced at him: "How the hell have you lived this long with such a foul mouth? I didn't even provoke you, yet you're fixated on me. If you want to die, just say so—I won't mind sending you off. If you're too scared to deliver this third letter, get the hell out and stop barking."

The carrier's face flushed with rage.

"I said you're barking," Li Yi said.

"You think you're not going to die? I'll make sure you never leave this Ghost Post Office," the carrier glared, eyes icy.

Everyone here had faced death. No laws bound them. Pushed far enough, they'd kill without hesitation.

"I don't believe you. If you have any tricks, use them. Don't just talk." Li Yi didn't care—a mere ordinary man, not a Spirit Controller, wasn't worth his attention.

Even if the man pulled out a gun, Li Yi wasn't worried.

"Du Ming, calm down. We're all here to deliver letters, to survive. No need for conflict," Wang Chuan urged.

But Du Ming didn't listen. Already under immense psychological strain from the curse, Li Yi's words ignited his fury. He ignored Wang Chuan, pulled from his pocket a short, old rod resembling a rolling pin.

The rod was cracked and weathered, stained with dried blood, as if it might shatter at any moment.

"A supernatural item?" Wang Chuan and Liu Qingqing both paled instantly.

They hadn't expected Du Ming to possess a supernatural item.

"That's a supernatural item?" Li Yi stared at the cracked rod. He felt a chilling aura emanating from it.

The aura resembled that of a vengeful spirit.

"What's this thing good for? Planning to roll noodles with it?" Li Yi's expression remained calm. He wasn't afraid—he wanted to extract useful information.

After all, the moment he drew it out, it no longer truly belonged to him—he was merely holding it temporarily.

Du Ming sneered: "What's it good for? It repels vengeful spirits. A normal person hit by it collapses instantly. How long will they stay unconscious? I doubt they'll ever wake up again. You wanted to see my methods? Fine—I'll show you."

With that, he lunged at Li Yi, rod in hand.

To an ordinary person, fear would be justified—evading such a strike would be nearly impossible.

But he faced Li Yi.

A Spiritual Perception Realm cultivator. A Foundation Establishment martial artist.