The Mad Gambler

Back home, sitting on the sofa, Wang Ye still had vivid memories of the scene earlier.

It was as if the old man's appearance was deeply etched in Wang Ye's mind.

Why haven't I ever heard of this damn "Suburban Cemetery" in my last life!

It must be at least an S-level site!

Or maybe when I died in my last life, this place still hadn't erupted!

Or perhaps...

Even as an A-level squad member in my last life, I didn't have the qualification to know this information!

Wang Ye sighed softly, trying to control himself from thinking about it too much. He went to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face and felt much more refreshed.

Back in the living room, Wang Ye was stunned for a moment, somewhat speechless.

"Did it have to appear so suddenly?"

Somehow, that mysterious wooden door had appeared in the living room again.

It seemed to be just an ethereal projection, but when Wang Ye touched the wooden door, he could feel its physical existence.

Hesitating once more, Wang Ye now had plenty of time to carefully observe the surroundings.

Inside the post office, apart from the front desk, there was a huge storage cabinet on the left.

The cabinet was filled with all kinds of items.

Bloodstained spears, rusty nails, little bronze tripods.

And so on...

Full of mystery.

On the right was another huge cabinet, filled with letters, identical to the one Wang Ye had sent out earlier.

While his letter only had faint red bloodstains, most of the letters in the cabinet were half red.

What caught the eye the most were the three letters at the very top of the cabinet.

They were completely stained red with blood, emitting an eerie aura that drew people in irresistibly.

Wang Ye shook his head slightly, snapping out of the bizarre feeling.

It looked like the letter he had submitted earlier was the simplest, most ordinary one...

The deeper the red, the greater the difficulty?

The simple letter today had nearly trapped him, and he had even met a frightening old man.

What kinds of horrors would the top three blood-soaked letters represent...

And what did the other mysterious item represent...

Wang Ye looked up into the distance.

A staircase stood in the nearby darkness, seeming to be mostly obscured by the shadows. Just one glance made Wang Ye's soul shiver.

He knew this was not a place he was qualified to explore.

But this meant the post office had a second floor.

Drawing back his thoughts, Wang Ye looked towards the front desk where he had picked up the envelope.

A hemp rope lay quietly on the desk.

"Is this my reward?"

"Ghost rope?"

Wang Ye murmured to himself as he picked up the hemp rope.

A bizarre feeling emerged in Wang Ye's body. The rope was icy cold, seeming to carry a gloomy aura.

But this aura didn't harm Wang Ye. On the contrary, it faintly lingered around him, setting off a unique temperament.

There was a familiar note by the rope.

"Ghost rope: can restrain ghosts."

"Collect the next letter in 7 days."

The short two sentences answered all of Wang Ye's doubts.

Come back here to collect the next letter in seven days?

Wang Ye fell into contemplation. For now, this mysterious post office was of unknown circumstance, but it seemed that with the appropriate effort, generous rewards would also be given.

It was like...

I'm something like a courier, or...a postman?

Today's letter, at least so far, appeared to have suppressed the crisis of Grave No. 3.

Could it be to suppress the ghosts inside?

What exactly was the purpose of this post office? Was it purely to maintain peace?

At least there didn't seem to be any downsides for now.

Wang Ye calmly analyzed the situation. In any case, things still seemed to be moving in a positive direction. His rebirth in this life also seemed to become more interesting, right?

Looking at the hemp rope in his hand, a smile crept up the corner of Wang Ye's mouth.

Although the post office's introduction of the rope was simple, Wang Ye knew clearly that any paranormal object was frightening. As long as utilized well, they could produce unimaginable effects.

Also...

Being able to restrain ghosts without gold, this was simply outrageous in paranormal events.

One must know, even his entire A-level squad in his past life only had one damaged paranormal object.

Although the tasks were dangerous, the rewards were equally generous.

Wang Ye felt this was very suitable for someone like him with a serious gambling addiction.

Perhaps the paranormal abilities he couldn't awaken in his past life could be realized in this one.

Life was gradually becoming...

Interesting.

With a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, Wang Ye fell onto the bed and slowly drifted off to sleep.

In his past life...

He also had another nickname...

The Mad Gambler.

...

The Crimson Hunting Squad.

"Zhang Kai, are you sure he's just an ordinary person?" The middle-aged man with the rib meat wings asked Zhang Kai solemnly.

"Yes, and he seemed very familiar with paranormal situations," Zhang Kai said thoughtfully, recalling Wang Ye's behavior that day. "Also, he gave me a feeling."

"What feeling?" the man asked.

"He is too indifferent towards life, whether it be others' or his own," Zhang Kai said decisively.

Recalling how Wang Ye had stepped onto the illusion without hesitation just to test it for danger, as well as his actions in the 4th floor hallway, Zhang Kai felt a chill run down his spine.

Although he could also make sacrifices for the mission, he knew he could never be so nonchalant about it.

"It's as if..."

Zhang Kai seemed to be looking for the right word.

"Like what?" the man pressed.

Zhang Kai frowned deeply. After a long while, his eyes lit up, "Gambler, yes, a gambler!"

"At the stairs, he was gambling that it was just a low-level ghost unable to alter the terrain."

"In the 4th floor hallway, he gambled that only water drops falling on his skin would trigger the ghost's killing pattern!"

"It was just naked gambling behavior!" Zhang Kai stated decisively.

As long as it wasn't a doomed situation, that student-looking person seemed willing to gamble without hesitation!

"I see..." The middle-aged man frowned slightly, seeming lost in thought about something.

After a long while, the man instructed, "Investigate that student's information, and report the situation to the Heaven Unit."

"Report to the Heaven Unit?" Zhang Kai hesitated.

The man smiled. "No matter how gifted, he is still just an ordinary person after all."

"We might as well send his information to the Heaven Unit. Perhaps we can even get some points in exchange."

Zhang Kai nodded blankly.

Finally, this familiar feeling again.

No need to think, just follow orders.

This damned sense of security.

"But you need to awaken your second organ soon, otherwise with your current condition, your body functions will decay in at most two months," the middle-aged man said seriously, patting Zhang Kai's shoulder.