Mysterious Resurrection

After Wang Yong and the others told them what was going on in front of them, the man named Lu Sheng appeared very irritable and unfriendly because of his mental instability.

"I'm here to send a letter to save my life, not to accompany you crazy, I refuse to join." Lu Sheng said.

He is very clear about the matter of black letters back then, so he is very repulsive about tearing up black letters. No one dared to deliver letters back then, and the price torn up was much more dangerous than sending letters.

However, the next moment, his gaze became terrified, because at some point, a ghost in a black costume appeared in front of him, and Lu Sheng didn't know why he was so sure that he was a ghost.

Before Lu Sheng could react, the ghost in black costume grabbed his shoulders with a pair of big hands.

He found that the body of the ghost in front of him was slowly disappearing, and his own body was also disappearing at the same time. He was frightened and wanted to ask for mercy. He knew that one of the people present must have done it.

"I promise, I promise."

However, Lu An didn't listen to his begging for mercy, the weirdness continued, and the messengers around Lu Sheng all walked away from him in fear.

He looked around eagerly, wanting to reach out for help, even if it was to grab a messenger beside him.

He lowered his head and found that his body was no longer his own, he couldn't even move, the supernatural power on his body couldn't resist such an attack, and soon he became that ghost in costume.

As soon as Lu An thought about it, the black-clothed opera ghost disappeared.

These messengers who just entered the fifth floor of the post office couldn't help but look shocked. What kind of method is this?To be able to control terrifying ghosts?And let that person not even have the ability to resist.

"I don't have much patience now. I will follow this procedure in the future. Wait for another hour to see if there are any other messengers. If not, I will proceed to the next step." Yang Jian said.

"I am the same way. After all, I have a good temper. If I settle the matter here early and get what I want, I can leave here sooner." Lu An said.

Those new messengers had a lot of questions, but no one dared to ask more questions. The corpse on the ground had already shown that the person in the red wedding dress did have the ability to decide the death of anyone. Between brothers, Lu Sheng couldn't even withstand an attack, and judging by the face of this person, it seemed that he had done a very trivial thing, obviously just doing it casually.

This person's strength is much, much higher than theirs.Seeing him talking with the man with the spear in his hand, it seems that the status and status of the two should be equal, so his strength should also be extremely terrifying.

They shouted frantically in their hearts, what is this all about? When two such terrifying weirdos appeared on the fifth floor of the post office, what fate awaited them?Can you really beat the post office?
Time passed quickly, Yang Jian stood up and glanced at everyone. The team in front of him had 12 people, but five of them had been discarded. Their spiritual props were already in his hands, and the combat power they could provide was greatly reduced. .

"The next step is about to start now. On the premise of tearing up the letters, we need to find someone who can inherit the post office." Yang Jian looked at Lu An and said.

"If it's Sun Rui, I think this woman should be able to give you some answers." Lu An looked at Zhong Yan and said.

Zhong Yan seemed a little overwhelmed, especially when he looked at Lu An's eyes, he was afraid that Lu An would violently kill her in the next moment and crush her to death as easily as Lu An.

"It's the man in the lobby on the first floor who doesn't seem to live long." Lu An said.

"I came to the post office three days ago and met the Sun Rui you mentioned. At that time, there was a little conflict between us, and we almost fought, but that happened a few days ago, and now Sun Rui is missing. , I don't have any information to provide." Zhong Yan said.

"Think about it carefully, what did Sun Rui do or did at that time?" Lu An said.

Yang Jian also listened carefully. If the woman did not cooperate or concealed information, he would directly shoot the woman named Zhong Yan to death, and then steal her memory.

"Sun Rui was sitting in front of the counter. There was an oil lamp without oil on the counter. He looked very bad. He was wearing a cane and had a special gun in his hand." Zhong Yan thought carefully.

"Other than that, there doesn't seem to be anything suspicious worth paying attention to, but when I went upstairs, I looked back at him, and there was an oil painting at Sun Rui's feet."

"What kind of oil painting is it?" Yang Jian asked.

Zhong Yan was already racking her brains to think. She just saw a trace of murderous intent in Yang Jian's eyes, which made her a little scared.

It is similar to these oil paintings around us, but I didn't see it clearly, but that oil painting is more special, and I have a little impression. "Zhong Yan said.

"It's quite normal to have oil paintings in the post office. Whether it's on the fifth floor or in the lobby on the first floor, the exact source of this thing is still unknown. I only know that every once in a while, there will always be oil paintings in the ghost post office. Inexplicably, there are a few more oil paintings that I haven't seen before." Wang Yong said.

Wang Yong, as an experienced fifth-floor courier, naturally knew more news than newcomers like them, but only a little.

Then a group of twelve people came to the first floor of the post office. Yang Jian walked to the counter where Sun Rui was before, and his ghostly eyes peeked around, especially the oil paintings on the wall.

There are some portraits of people on the oil paintings, there are men and women, old people and children, all with the same painting style, dark and weird, obviously it was made by one person, Yang Jian looked at the counter again, and there were no other fallen oil paintings.

Lu An looked forward, waiting for Yang Jian to find the abnormality, and then he could find the paint he needed, so this trip to the post office was really worthwhile.

"All the oil paintings on the first floor are here. If Sun Rui's disappearance is related to oil paintings, can you recognize which oil paintings it is?" Yang Jian looked at Zhong Yan and said.

Zhong Yan was also looking at the oil paintings hanging on the wall, comparing the oil painting I saw three days ago in my mind, and finally pointed out: "If I didn't make a mistake in my judgment, the oil painting I saw three days ago It should be that one."

Following the direction her finger pointed, Yang Jian saw the oil painting.

The oil painting depicts an old man, about sixty years old. The character in the painting sits on a chair with his face turned sideways, looking forward. Behind him is a wall. There are windows on the wall, but the windows It's pitch black, and it's impossible to see the outside scene through the window. The painting style is rather depressing, and it makes people feel very uncomfortable if you look at it for a long time.

Lu An took a few steps closer, and took off the painting with his right hand wearing a human leather glove.

It seems that because the human leather gloves have a certain suppressing effect, the painting does not show any abnormalities. However, this is only short-lived, and the suppressing effect of the human leather gloves does not last long.