Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 243 The Man in the Painting

Recipient: Lin Qian
Address: None
time: no
This is the information on the red letter, very simple, except for one name, the rest is nothing.

Lin Qian held the letter in silence and stared at the female corpse quietly. He knew very well in his heart now that if nothing unexpected happened to this letter, it was made by it.

The dark corridor was very quiet, Lin Qian's face was not very good-looking, and the contents of the letter were probably not what he wanted to see.

It's just this thin letter, but Lin Qian dare not open it easily.

The female corpse stood on the stairs on the fifth floor, her body looming, and she looked at Lin Qian numbly, as if she was expecting something.

With a gloomy face, Lin Qian looked at the female corpse for a long time, and finally let out a long breath. The female corpse probably still retained a trace of consciousness before she was alive, otherwise this letter would not be able to explain it.

Holding the red letter, Lin Qian hesitated for a while, and chose to open it. Regardless of whether he wanted to see the contents inside, he had to open it. He was the recipient.

Opening the letter sealed with red mud, there was only one photo inside, a photo that looked very festive. Looking at this photo, Lin Qian suddenly became calm.

"Hehe, what a wonderful future..."

Wrapping this photo with gold leaf and putting it in the painting is so interesting that Lin Qian wanted to tear up the photo on the spot.

The female corpse had already disappeared when the letter was opened. Lin Qian just remained silent, throwing the letter on the ground casually, looking at the red letter that was slowly turning into ashes.

A haze appeared in Lin Qian's heart, and at the same time, a dark staircase appeared on the fifth floor. She turned her head and saw that this staircase was not wide enough for one person to pass.

If nothing else, this is the staircase leading to the hidden sixth floor.

Lin Qian's eyes flickered, and after pondering for a while, he walked over and opened his mouth, then turned his head and said to Xia Hanxin:

"Go back to Dajiang City, I'll talk about what happened to you when I come back."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Qian walked towards the stairs, but within a short while, he disappeared on the fifth floor.

Xia Hanxin's pupils shrank slightly, recalling what Lin Qian said just now in her mind, she was stunned for a while before she remembered what to do, by the time she realized it, Lin Qian had already disappeared.

Looking at the empty fifth floor and the ashes all over the floor, Xia Han swallowed heartily, feeling that Boss Lin seemed to be getting more and more cruel and cold recently.

Take this time as an example, more than a dozen messengers just died like this, and the ashes covered the floor like this.

Xia Hanxin's teeth were chattering a little. She suspected that if she said she hadn't dealt with the mortuary matter when she appeared in front of Boss Lin this time, she might be turned into ashes just like them.

According to her understanding of Lin Qian, there is a 90.00% chance that this kind of thing will happen...

Thinking of this, Xia Hanxin was terrified. Although Boss Lin's thigh is thick, it is not easy to hug. If one is not careful, he may be killed by this thick and shameless thigh...

"The boss's spirit has become more and more out of order recently, and he has become more and more impatient with people other than Ke Ke. I really don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing."

Xia Hanxin walked downstairs worriedly, she had to hurry up, Boss Lin looked very gloomy just now, it could be seen that he was not in a very good mood now.

It's better for her not to stay here, not for anything else, just for her own life.

Walking in the dark and dim stairs, Lin Qian kept thinking about some things.

In fact, not all the couriers in the post office have been cleaned up, and there are still a large number of fish that slipped through the net. This is normal. Some couriers are very cautious and did not come to the post office at the first time, or simply chose not to come.

Without exception, they are all waiting for news. If there is no accident, these people will not enter the post office from today. So many messengers have no news after entering the post office, and any fool knows that something is wrong.

So far, it seems that these messengers have made a very clear choice.

The current ghost post office is very wrong. According to the original book, after the splicing of Tian Xiaoyue, that is, the body of the female corpse, the ghost post office should collapse.

But judging from the situation, it is obvious that this kind of situation will not happen, it is very wrong, Lin Qian thinks that this is most likely caused by Zhang Xianguang's modification of the post office rules.

Many things have changed since he entered the post office. This seems to be accidental, but it is inevitable because Zhang Xianguang is here.

Lin Qian looked at the darkness ahead, and after walking for a while, a room appeared in front of Lin Qian, "601".

Lin Qian calmly pushed away from the room, he was not surprised by this, he already knew about it.

The room was also pitch black, an oil lamp was placed on a table, and the dim light reflected a small black book.

Walking to the table, Lin Qian flipped through the black book. The paper on it was familiar to him, and it was the letter paper used by the letter to return to the post office.

With the help of the light from the oil lamp, Lin Qian could clearly see the name written on the notebook. The name on the first sheet was Luo Wensong, who was more familiar to Lin Qian, the grandfather of Qian Wanhao.

Turning to the second page, Tian Xiaoyue, um, the handwriting is very delicate, it seems that people who can write this kind of handwriting should not be bad.

The fact is also the same, Tian Xiaoyue is very beautiful, but she was unlucky, she was chopped off by Zhang Xianguang, and twice, she is really a blessed woman...

On the third page, Lin Qian is most familiar with the name on this page. He remembers this name even when he sleeps, Zhang Xianguang.

Lin Qian looked at the name, closed the book after looking at it for a while, and looked at a hanger next to the table, on which was hung a black gown.

The gown is very old, and the supernatural spirit on it is very strong. If the knocker had worn this thing back then, it is unknown whether Yang Jian would have left school alive.

Adhering to the fine tradition of plucking Yan Guo's hair, Lin Qian put the dress away without the slightest hesitation, and when he saw it, it belonged to him. There was no reason to say it.

If the owner of the clothes doesn't agree, it's fine, let it come to me, he just lacks a law of knocking on the door and dying, sending warmth or something, he doesn't mind.

After putting away the clothes, Lin Qian picked up the oil lamp on the table and walked to a wall with three portraits hanging on it, an old man, a woman, and a middle-aged man.

He has seen all three except the first one, but it is not difficult to guess. The old man is Luo Wensong, and the woman is Tian Xiaoyue. Although the middle-aged man looks younger, Lin Qian still recognizes it at a glance. Yes, it's Zhang Xianguang.

He had seen Zhang Xianguang's portrait a long time ago. When he was in Huanggang Village, he slept on the ghost coffin and came here in a dream. That's when he saw Zhang Xianguang.

Thinking about it now, I had already been to the sixth floor of the ghost post office at that time.

"Spirituality is really weird and indistinguishable." Lin Qian murmured, with some teasing in his eyes.

He was not looking at these three portraits, and he couldn't see anything famous after looking at them again. Lin Qian searched around, but found that there was nothing useful, so he was a little disappointed, but he just didn't care.

He returned to the table with the oil lamp in hand, opened the black book again, and turned to the fourth page, which was blank.

Lin Qian picked up the pen and signed his name behind the fourth manager.

If you want Xiaoyue's paintings to hang in the post office, you have to become an administrator. Only in this way can Xiaoyue's paintings be re-dyed.

The first manager: Luo Wensong

The second manager: Tian Xiaoyue

The third manager: Zhang Xianguang

The fourth manager: Lin Qian
As Lin Qian wrote down his name, 601, which was originally pitch-black, gradually lit up with bits and pieces of light, and slowly the whole picture of 601 appeared before Lin Qian's eyes.

Lin Qian didn't pay much attention to this, and narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the supernatural power that suddenly appeared on him. Through this supernatural power, he seemed to be able to control everything in the post office as he wished.

Put down the pen in your hand, this thing is only used for writing, there is no point in holding it.

Looking at a picture frame without a picture on the wall, Lin Qian walked over and took out a picture in a golden box from the picture.

Unfolding the painting, Lin Yueer's figure appeared in Lin Qian's eyes. Seeing Lin Yueer's terrified and desperate expression in the painting, Lin Qian was a little dazed, and more guilty, even Ke Ke saw the portrait of Lin Yueer The same guilt was on his face.

"Xiaoyue, it's my brother's fault that he didn't protect you well."

Lin Qian spoke softly, with a low tone.

Putting the painting on the frame, Lin Qian waved his hand, and an oil painting suddenly appeared on the wall. The painting was painted with several large vats of colorful dyes.

This is ghost paint. Only by using it to color Lin Yueer's painting can Lin Yueer in the painting be revived.

After taking off Lin Yueer's painting, Lin Qian walked directly into the painting that just appeared. A strange and inexplicable scene appeared in 601, and Lin Qian walked towards the painting.

Lin Qian's figure slowly appeared in the painting. Although Lin Qian still had half of his body outside, the other half of Lin Qian's body had already appeared in the painting.

In the painting, the cyan gloomy sky represents that this is not a place where the living can come, and a winding bluestone path extends towards the front.

There are several rows of shelves at the end of the path, with strips of colorful cloth hanging on them. The cloth looks very good. Next to the shelves are several large vats, which are filled with paints in different colors.

Lin Qian stood in front of a dye vat, the dye in the vat reflected light slightly, reflecting Lin Qian, Ke Ke, and a bride hugging Lin Qian's neck.

When Lin Qian's shadows were reflected in the dyeing vat, the dye in the dyeing vat suddenly began to surge, and a young man with red pupils flickering slightly emerged from it.

But before it had a complete head, it collapsed instantly, turning into a puddle of dye again.

Seeing this scene, Lin Qian was a little disappointed. This thing is a bit rubbish, and even his semi-spiritual ghosts can't be copied, let alone the ghosts of Coco and the Weird Bride.

"The level of terror is still too low. It would be better if it was higher."

Lin Qian murmured in her heart, passed Lin Yueer's portrait in the dyeing vat in front of her once, and then, there was no more, the coloring was completed, now all she needed was to hang Xiaoyue's painting in the ghost post office up.

And he will also lose his qualifications as an administrator. Compared with his status as an administrator, he cares more about Lin Yueer's life and death.

Without hesitation, holding Lin Yueer's painting, Lin Qian left the painting straight away, it's almost here, just hanging a painting, it won't take long.

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Under the dark blue sky, a woman who looked like a high school student looked around in horror, her body trembling constantly.

Not far from her, a building with flashing neon lights stood there. The building was shrouded in darkness and blackness, and only the signboard with flashing lights illuminated a small area around it.

But because of that signboard, it should have been a good place to go, at least in this world surrounded by mist, as the only building here, it should be a place for people to seek shelter.

But the three words with flashing lights on the signboard made her dare not take half a step closer.

ghost post office
This is not a good place to go, at least in Lin Yueer's mind, although she doesn't know why she appears here.

According to her memory, wasn't she killed by a ghost that suddenly appeared at school?Why is she still alive?

But she knew that now was not the time to think about these things, the words her brother said kept echoing in her mind.

"Ghosts can't be killed!"

"Only ghosts can deal with ghosts!"

"Ghosts rely on rules to kill people!"

"Xiaoyue, if one day you encounter a supernatural event, and I can't come to you in the first place."

"Remember, don't yell, don't panic, don't run, but control your fear and observe your surroundings."

"If there are other people around you, you remember how they died and what they did before they died to cause the ghost to attack them."

"Find out the rules of killing ghosts, only in this way will you have a tenth chance of surviving."

Lin Yue'er still remembers that at that time, she was still very surprised. She didn't understand whether the [-]/[-] chance of surviving that my brother said was exaggerated. She was even exaggerating on purpose to scare her and tell her not to kill him. Take it as a joke.

At that time, she believed it, but she only believed it [-]% of the time. She didn't believe that there was only a one-tenth chance of surviving. After all, in her opinion, one-tenth was no different from no chance.

But now she believed it, after experiencing the supernatural events at school, she believed it.

"Lin Yue'er, don't panic, don't be afraid, stay calm, although I don't know why you are here, but it doesn't matter, the important thing is to survive!"

Lin Yueer looked at the ghost post office not far away, folded her arms and kept looking around, trying to find a way out of here.

tick tick tick tick

At this moment, there was a dull sound of footsteps, and from this direction, it was just behind, and was slowly approaching this side.

Lin Yueer's face turned pale immediately, and she looked back subconsciously, but there was nothing behind her, only footsteps were heard, but no one was seen...

Lin Yue'er suddenly had a bad guess in her heart, it must be a ghost.

(End of this chapter)