After wiping away his traces, he returned to the place where the first few people died. He searched in detail but did not find anything useful. Other than money, there was nothing else.
He destroyed the corpse again before returning to the Yin Posthouse.
The Yin Posthouse was still normal. The posthouse staff didn't know that so many things had happened outside the Yin Posthouse, so they still carried on with their original lives.
The old postmaster was still repairing the damaged room. The sound of the hammer hitting the nails became the only loud sound in the Yin postmaster.
Xu Bai returned to the giant tree and continued to observe.
Time passed unknowingly. In the blink of an eye, the progress bar was halfway through.
During this period of time, it was rather peaceful.
"Squeak…"
A tooth-numbing sound rang out as the door of the Yin Posthouse was opened. The old postmaster walked out with a piece of paper in his hand.
