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He Feng and his wife Zhou Mei walked out of a building.

Looking at the bright sunshine outside, the two of them felt a little dazed.

I haven't been outside for ten days.

Ten days ago, after an extraordinary incident that shocked the whole world in Dachang City, they were targeted by investigators, and they were not released until now.

Wife, I want to call on all my colleagues to publish a news article.

He Feng looked up at the sky, as if he had seen the scene of that day again.

The sky was dyed golden, and a magical figure stood on the sky, and a heart-wrenching eye overlooking the entire city... At that moment, there was a god named Yang Jian in this world.

As someone who has experienced all this personally, He Feng knew very well that there was still unknown horror hidden in this world.

A god is not awakened for no reason, everything has its roots.

But we signed a confidentiality agreement to prohibit the disclosure of news about that day, especially those two words, which are even more taboos. We cannot even say it, otherwise we will not only lose our jobs, but also may be prosecuted or even go to jail... Zhou Mei opened her eyes wide and looked at He Feng with some surprise.

I know, but the more I should write that news, the unknown horror in this world has emerged, we are definitely not the first ones to experience it, and there will be many people who have the same experience as us in the future. If they don’t know that name, they will not be able to get shelter or survive.

He Feng said seriously: I know what those investigators mean. Before they can determine the authenticity of the god and their attitude, they want to maintain the current stability because the world is not ready to meet all this, and my intuition tells me that great changes are coming and we must do something.

Trust me, time will prove that I am right, and now I need your support.

After hearing this, Zhou Mei thought for a while and nodded solemnly: Since you have decided, let’s do it. I will always be with you. However, if you want to expand the influence and increase exposure, it not only requires the support of some industry insiders, but also requires a lot of funds.

Then sell all the house and some other assets.He Feng said without hesitation.

Is it necessary to do this?Zhou Mei was a little surprised.

He Feng said: Some people can even want their lives to fight against those terrifying ghosts. What is my point of spending some money?

He couldn't help but think of the old man who saved him with an axe in Guanjiang Community, the driver who was desperate to send him off for a ride, and the mysterious woman who held a red candle and pulled him back from the brink of death......

In this world, some people must stand up.

now.

Dahan City.

History is like a cycle of reincarnation.

The passage of sixty years is enough to smooth out all the traces of supernatural beings left in this city.

Rumors about the Ghost Post Office can only be mentioned in the sealed file.

However today.

The twisted and winding path once again appeared in a small alley in Dahan City.

Yang Jian easily broke the boundary between reality and supernaturalism, and followed this path to the familiar ghost post office again.

However, in the hall of the ghost post office, a man limping, about forty or fifty years old, stood there calmly without saying a word. His dead eyes turned slightly, staring at the dusty post office gate for a long time.

Sixty years have passed, Yang Jian, have you appeared again?Sun Rui's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. He was lifeless and lifeless, like a cold dead body.

Bang!

The next moment.

The gate of the post office opened with a bang and a cold breeze blew in.

The familiar figure strode as if it were sixty years ago.

Sun Rui, I didn’t expect you to be old too.Yang Jian's voice was cold, and his ghost eyes turned slightly and glanced at him.

Even the managers of the post office cannot resist the erosion of time, but you are still the same as you did sixty years ago, without any change. To be honest, I don’t want to see you appear here. Your arrival means that the second supernatural revival is about to begin again.Sun Rui said with a gloomy face.

Everything is like a cycle of reincarnation. Should I follow in the footsteps of the first manager Luo Wensong?The fifth post office manager was selected before being completely eroded by the supernatural beings.

Although he is still alive, he stayed in the ghost post office for a long time, and the influence of his supernatural powers makes him feel less and less like a human being.

Sun Rui felt that he would have to find a way to prepare for his funeral in a few years at most, otherwise he would have been unable to die.

My plan has been successful, and the Age of Supernatural will end in my hands, so you can feel relieved.Yang Jian said calmly.

I never doubt you can do it. In the next time, I will stay here and watch until the moment you succeed. I have sent away too many people in these sixty years. I hope to see the supernatural disappear completely before I die.Sun Rui said.

That era was too cruel and desperate, and never let it appear again.

Don't worry, no.Yang Jian said.

Yang Jian did not stay in the ghost post office too much. He and Sun Rui met for a brief time and left because he wanted to confirm how many people remained in the previous era sixty years later.

After leaving Dahan City, he went to another city.

This is the city where Liu San was in charge of the past.

However, after fighting with the King's organization, Liu San gradually became unconscious and eventually disappeared completely. Many people thought he was dead, but the supernatural of the Paper Man suddenly appeared once thirty years ago, and never appeared again.

Yang Jian is looking for this city.

An ordinary person may not be able to find a place in his entire life, but it is easy for Yang Jian today.

He has unimaginable supernatural powers, can easily break the boundaries between reality and illusion, and can go to any place.

Finally, Yang Jian found an old house deep in a lush mountain.

This house is a brick-concrete building, which is very consistent with the architectural style of sixty years ago, but the house has long been dilapidated, with weeds at the door, the house is also wet and rotten, and the walls are covered with mold.

There are no traces of living people living here.

But on the second floor of this house, the door of a room was closed, and the chains on it were rusted. It seemed that it would break with just a slight pull. From this situation, it can be judged that the room had not been opened for decades.

However, compared to the dilapidation of the entire building, this room is well preserved accordingly.

Yang Jian did not push the door open, but saw the things in the room.

It was a red coffin.

This red coffin is very familiar. Like the coffin that buried Li Yang, Huang Ziya, Feng Quan and others before, it comes from the coffin shop on Ghost Street.

However, this lipstick-red coffin was not brand new at the beginning, because the signs of erosion of time were quite heavy, the red paint on it had fallen off in large areas, and there was not much residual supernatural power. In a few years, this ghost coffin would completely rot.

Yang Jian's figure appeared in the room.

He opened the coffin without any hesitation.

The one lying in the coffin turned out to be a paper man. This paper man was lifelike, like a living person. Even after decades, it did not fade at all. Moreover, the paper man's face was covered with a piece of yellow paper, and the yellow paper was pressed tightly on his face, making it difficult to see the outline of the paper man's facial features.

Is it Liu San’s back?Yang Jian can see from these arrangements that this should be Liu San's work.

Moreover, these arrangements have not been sixty years, and at most they are only about thirty years.

Recalling the supernatural appearance of paper men in this city thirty years ago, Yang Jian guessed that it should be the traces left by Liu San's activities in the city after he woke up.

I have seen this kind of yellow paper. Zhou Deng used it when he was in the ancient house. After the yellow paper was covered with the face, the ghost driver would fall into a deep sleep. Unless the yellow paper was torn off, the ghost driver would never wake up.

Use ghost coffin to block the supernatural, and keep the consciousness of yellow paper... Liu San's idea is very good, but decades have been too long. Even Liu San cannot be sure whether he can survive. He is also gambled with time.

While thinking, Yang Jian reached out tore off the yellow paper from the paper man's face.

Pull off the yellow paper.

This paper man revealed his true face.

It was a familiar face.

It was Liu San sixty years ago.

Yang Jian said nothing, but stood aside and waited quietly.

If the evil ghost is revived, then Yang Jian will take action without hesitation to penetrate the depths of hell, so that it will never appear in reality.

About a moment later.

The strange paper man in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes.

The supernatural that had been sealed for a long time woke up again.

However, this time the person who woke up was not a ghost, but an old man sixty years ago.

Yang…………Yang Jian, sure enough, you woke me up. It seemed that I won the bet. I successfully got rid of the old corpse and survived successfully.The paper man spoke slowly, his voice hoarsely, and he felt strange.

Liu San, are you so sure I will tear open this yellow paper for you and wake you up?Yang Jian's expression was still calm.

The paper man sat up from the coffin: When the era of supernatural disappears, I am sure you are definitely alive. How could a person like this wither easily? So since then, I have been looking for a way to survive.

I gave up most of the supernatural powers and only retained a paper man clone in order to wait for the possibility of awakening one day. After the era of supernatural powers disappeared, you are the only one who has the ability to find me and is willing to awaken me.

Now, I succeeded.

A smile appeared on paper man Liu San's face.

Sixty years have passed, and that era has been completely buried. What can you do even after you wake up?Yang Jian's eyes drooped slightly, and he thought of Guanjiang Community and his former friends.

Everything is gone.

This is the best ending, isn't it?Liu San said.

It's Ah, this is the best ending.Yang Jian nodded slightly.

Liu San walked out of the coffin at this moment: I want to go out and take a look at the new era, are you together?

No, I'm going to go somewhere else.Yang Jian looked into the distance.

OK, come to me if you have something to do.Liu San said.

Yang Jian said: By the way, now I have a new name.

Have you changed your name?What is it now?Liu San asked.

Yang Jian.

Liu San was stunned for a moment, then smiled: In the new era, there should be a new name, and maybe I should change my name and continue to live.

You, I'll leave and I'll go to Dachang City if I have time.

Yang Jian didn't say much, and he turned around and left.

Liu San watched Yang Jian leave, and then he also left the old house in the deep mountains.