Mysterious resurrection, something's wrong with this guy.

Chapter 60 The Underground Post Office

After cleaning up the mess, the new clone No. 2 reluctantly crawled into No. 1's supernatural medium, leaving the rest to No. 1 to deal with.

"Damn it! How am I supposed to get out of this godforsaken place? The buses have all disappeared; I can't sense them at all!"

The grinning expression on the first clone's face had vanished completely, replaced by a worried look.

He is now in a supernatural place, where unknown and terrifying ghosts may be hiding everywhere. It is almost impossible to find a way back to reality in this supernatural place. He does not have the ability to navigate the ghost realm, so he cannot forcefully leave this haunted place.

"Haunted places are really hard to get into, and even harder to get out of. I would never come to such a ghostly place again, even if you killed me."

The first clone crouched next to the bus stop, waiting blindly; this was his only hope.

However, his actions seemed to be of no use. The bus had long since disappeared, and he waited in the same spot for several hours without even seeing a trace of it.

"No, I can't wait any longer. If the bus doesn't come, I'll be trapped here to die."

"How about we try another method?"

The first clone had a sudden inspiration and turned its gaze to the ghost post office across from the bus stop.

This was the only solution he could think of; the post office provided access to the outside world, but entering it would come at a high price, which he didn't want to pay.

"Once you enter the post office, you will be forced to become a messenger and participate in terrifying paranormal events. Once you get stuck with this thing, you can't get rid of it, and the consequences are unimaginable."

Without a doubt, this is a terrible idea. The main body would never agree to it. The first clone knows the main body very well. Given the main body's personality, it would stay as far away from a place like the Ghost Post Office as possible. It's likely that the main body would kill him before he even enters the post office, to prevent the main body from being entangled by the Ghost Post Office's curse.

No one can guarantee whether the post office's curse will affect the clone or the original body; this approach won't work.

"Follow the bus route? No, that's too dangerous. I'd probably die a horrible death. Aside from the question of whether I could even get out of the ghost realm, I wouldn't be able to handle the vengeful spirits along the way. What should I do?"

There are connections between the supernatural and reality. The supernatural place he is in now also has a connection to reality, but this connection to reality is this ghost post office.

"That damned old man Luo is really a menace, creating such a horrible place."

Looks like there's no way around this damn post office.

Having exhausted all other options, he decided to target the ghost post office, but instead of entering it, he explored its surroundings.

In this old forest, only the Ghost Post Office stands alone. The entire area around the post office is filled with a depressing and deathly atmosphere, as if something terrifying is hidden there.

"This post office seems to be something special. It's so quiet around here, not even a ghost in sight. This is not good news."

The absence of ghosts nearby only suggests that the post office is extremely terrifying, further deterring the No. 1 clone from approaching easily.

He wandered around the area for a long time but didn't find anything special, so he had no choice but to try other methods to continue exploring.

His body sank rapidly into the ground, an extremely dangerous act. The underground of the supernatural realm is nothing like reality; who knows what horrors might be hidden there?

His body continued to explore the underground of the Ghost Post Office. The deeper he went, the more uncomfortable he felt. The cold and oppressive feeling was very uncomfortable. The closer he got to the underground of the Ghost Post Office, the stronger the eerie atmosphere became, as if a terrifying ghost was hiding underground.

"Something's not right! Could there really be a terrifying ghost down there? Should we go back and wait for the bus, or continue exploring?"

The eerie atmosphere underground grew stronger, and the No. 1 clone dared not venture any deeper. He had a premonition that if he went a few more meters down, he might encounter something terrifying.

"It seems this kind of thing needs to be done by my clone; there's no need to take the risk."

The first clone decisively released a ghost slave clone.

"Go down and see what's down there."

The first clone directed the clone to explore deep underground, while he quickly burrowed back to the surface. At the same time, he also immediately invaded the clone's perspective to observe the situation underground.

The ghost slave clone cautiously explored underground. At this point, the depth was approaching ten kilometers, a depth that many ghost realms could not reach.

A cold and oppressive feeling enveloped the ghost slave clone's entire body. If his senses weren't not as sensitive as a normal person's, he probably wouldn't have been able to stand it long ago.

Suddenly, the ghost slave clone that was moving underground felt a strange sense of weightlessness, its vision became blurry, and the world spun around it.

When he came to his senses, he was shocked to find that he had left the underground and arrived at the entrance of the Ghost Post Office.

The ghost slave clone was trembling slightly, completely bewildered as to what had happened and how it had suddenly ended up at the entrance of the ghost post office.

The first clone, which was invading the perspective of the Ghost Slave clone, also saw this bizarre scene, but he was even more shocked.

"What's going on? Why is there a ghost post office?"

He could see it very clearly: the ghost slave clone suddenly appeared at the entrance of a ghost post office, but it was definitely not the ghost post office in front of him, because he was not far from the post office, and there was no ghost slave clone in front of him.

That was another ghost post office, almost exactly the same as this one.

At the entrance of the underground ghost post office, the ghost servant clone was cautiously retreating step by step, afraid of being tainted by the curse of the ghost post office.

Just then, a faint noise came from the underground ghost post office, which startled the ghost slave clone so much that it dared not breathe and stared intently at the post office door.

crunch~

The door of the Ghost Post Office opened slowly on its own, as if an unseen person had opened it.

The interior was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. A chilling and oppressive feeling emanated from the darkness, as if the darkness itself had come alive. The entire post office door seemed not to be a door, but a terrifying vengeful ghost, its gaping, black maw waiting to devour people.

Da da~ Da da~

Suddenly, a series of muffled footsteps echoed from the darkness inside the door, as if something terrifying was emerging from the shadows.

The ghost slave clone stood motionless ten meters away from the door. Moving around at this time would only hasten death and might even trigger unknown and terrifying consequences.

He stared intently at the post office door, and a blurry figure gradually emerged from the darkness into his field of vision.

When the ghost slave clone saw the figure clearly, a look of astonishment involuntarily appeared in its eyes.

This was an old man, probably in his sixties or seventies, very thin, as if he had been malnourished for a long time, with bluish-black lividity on his body, and wearing a long jumpsuit in the style of the Republic of China era.

Luo Wensong!

He was absolutely certain that this familiar face was Luo Wensong. The only strange thing was that they had just met Luo Wensong before, and this Luo Wensong was clearly very different from the one in front of him. They were at least twenty or thirty years apart in age. This was definitely not the Luo Wensong they had seen before.

Luo Wensong scrutinized the ghost slave clone with his calm gaze. His gaze was strange, as if he wasn't looking at the ghost slave clone, but rather at the monocle on his eye socket, as if he were seeing Su Qin's true form through a supernatural medium.