The Mystic Painter of Recovery

Chapter 137

"Boy, I don't care who you are, put down that letter for me now, immediately."

Seeing Zhao Yichen pick up the letter, a tall man said in a threatening manner.

Simultaneously.

There were already other people pointing guns at Zhao Yichen. Although Zhao Yichen had just killed someone, they didn't pay much attention to it.

"Are you looking for death? If that's the case, then I will fulfill you."

After the words were finished, before the others had any reaction, the faces of those who looked at Zhao Yichen with malicious expressions became dull and frightened.

After mastering the ghost painting, the ability to come out of memory and kill people has undergone a huge change. It no longer requires Zhao Yichen to deliberately appear as before.

On the contrary, when he doesn't take the initiative to suppress this ability, once someone sees him, there will be a clone to attack him.

Changing from an active ability to a passive ability is a very terrifying thing.

Just like the biggest difference between Ghost Restart and other ghost restarts, other ghost restarts are active restarts, while Ghost Restarts are passive restarts.

No matter what the situation is, if the restart condition is triggered, he will restart.

Zhao Yichen is like this now, as long as the memory is triggered, there will be clones attacking others.

Of course, the biggest difference between humans and ghosts is wisdom, which cannot be controlled by instinct. This kind of attack can be restrained.

In addition to these improvements, there are many unexpected changes in controlling ghost paintings.

Originally, many abilities of the Ghost Painter in Zhao Yichen's body became passive abilities.

The first is to restart, the bone frame has become the same as the ghost painting frame, as long as the bone frame is not suppressed, even if Zhao Yichen's body is killed, he can come out of the frame again.

Also, those paintings and photos that met Zhao Yichen, even if they were just a painting without supernatural effects, would become a painting world.

These ordinary painting worlds, Zhao Yichen can choose to enter, or choose to absorb into the world in the painting to enrich the environment of the world in the painting.

"I want to go to the third floor, but I think the delivery is too slow. The red letter can take the courier from one floor to the next floor."

"As long as we tear up this letter, it will be considered as completing the task of delivering the letter. Why don't we tear up this letter?"

Yang Jian's voice came, uttering a thought that made the other messengers shudder.

It's just that, after seeing how the group of people who were rude to Zhao Yichen died before, no one among the remaining messengers dared to raise any objections.

"Tear up this letter? It's fine, anyway, I don't care." Zhao Yichen heard the words and threw the red letter to Yang Jian.

Yang passed the red letter indirectly, and tore it up without any hesitation.

"You lunatic, you want to die yourself, don't drag us into the water, do you know that if you tear up the letter, you will attract ghosts to attack you."

Seeing that Yang Jian and the others really tore up the letter, a man said with a pale face, both angry and frightened.

Although there was still fear of Zhao Yichen in his heart, tearing off the red letter seemed to cut the last nerve in his mind, and his face became crazy.

But Yang Jian said calmly: "I know, but so what? For you, the result is the same. Sending the letter is death, not sending it is death, left and right are dead, why bother to go outside and cause trouble for others? Death in Isn't it nice that the post office is quiet and quiet?"

"Wang Shan, what do you think?"

After speaking, he looked at the young man named Wang Shan in the opposite corridor.

Cold sweat broke out on Wang Shan's forehead, he felt it.

"You, you are right, the red letter is very difficult, and it is easy to cause a huge impact on the outside world, bringing the supernatural into the real world. If you tear up the letter this time, if you can survive, then all the messengers on the second floor Will go to the third floor, it's an opportunity."

His tone was a little trembling, and he forcibly agreed.

"I can live for at least a month by sending letters. Now that I do this, I might really die here today. I don't want to go upstairs to be a messenger. I always send letters on the deadline. I just want to strive for a little more safety. time."

The person before cursed angrily, and the others also became hesitant and frightened.

Zhao Yichen watched this scene without any reaction, and walked to Zhou Tianyi with a calm expression.

"boom!"

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly appeared.

The doors of the rooms from No. 201 to No. 207 were all opened at this moment, and an invisible spiritual force began to interfere with the surroundings.

The dim lights in the corridor flickered slightly.

A cold, dark atmosphere is rapidly spreading from downstairs at this moment.

The cold wind blew in the corridor, and the red letters and confetti scattered on the ground were rolled up and scattered all over the floor.

The red shreds of paper seemed to be attached to them at the moment, and all the messengers on the second floor felt like avoiding them, and they didn't even dare to touch them, for fear of being infected with some kind of curse, and then die unexpectedly.

Zhao Yichen stretched out his hand, and a strange picture appeared, showing a strange picture of a child.

A child with ashen skin and an expressionless face crawled out of it.

"A ghost came out of the painting, that person can actually control the ghost in the painting?"

Someone looked at what happened in front of him in surprise, this kind of thing simply overturned his cognition.

Yang Jian also looked at the ghost baby that Zhao Yichen released from the flower roll.

When attracting the ghost painting incident, when he saw the ghost painting disguised as Zhao Yichen, the blood man, and a few ghost boys, he had already guessed that Zhao Yichen should be looking at the ghost boy like him.

After all, he had come into contact with the starving ghost incident, and his strength was relatively strong. The only ghost masters who survived the starving ghost incident were himself and Zhao Yichen.

Noticing Yang Jian's gaze, Zhao Yichen smiled and said: "Don't be so surprised, who can get out of the supernatural circle, who doesn't have a few things that are different from others?"

Said that the ghost boy has completely walked out of the ghost picture scroll, and this ghost is the oppressive ghost boy.

The oppressive ghost boy who ate three terrifying ghosts in a row is the most terrifying in all the ghost boy pictures. Although the method is single, it is this extreme singleness, and the superimposed ability of the three ghosts makes its suppression ability become very horrible.

Looking at the ghost boy, Yang Jian couldn't help shrinking his eyes. Even he could feel the suppression of the ghost boy's aura. If he was successfully attacked by it, even the current Yang Jian would not be able to bear it.

After all, Yang Jian now only controlled three ghosts, although the death of the headless ghost in his body allowed him to use the power of ghosts to a certain extent without any price.

But he is still not a different kind after all, once stepped on by the oppressive ghost boy, he might die directly.

Of course, this premise is that the oppressive ghost child can step on him. Although the weak ghost creature oppressive ghost boy can walk in by force of terror, but the ghost creature on the fifth or even sixth floor of Yang Jian is not necessarily the same.

And ghosts can be used not only for protection, but also for escape.

As I said before, the three ghosts eaten by the suppressing ghost boy have the same ability. Although it gave him the ultimate suppressing power, it left him without other means.

'Raising the ghost boy so fiercely, isn't he afraid that the ghost boy will get out of control and retaliate? Yang Jian looked at Zhao Yichen suspiciously, he didn't know why Zhao Yichen dared to let the ghost boy be raised so horribly.

The combat power of this ghost boy is probably considered to be quite good among the many captains. If it is not necessary to consider wisdom, there are various methods.

Just looking at the level of terror, this one can even be ranked in the top three among the captains.

"Go and restrict that unknown ghost."

Giving orders to the oppressive ghost boy, Zhao Yichen didn't pay attention to Yang Jian's gaze. The ghost boy he raised in the original book was no weaker than the one he raised now.

"If you raise a ghost boy into a ghost of this level, aren't you afraid that it will get out of control?"

Yang Jian watched the ghost boy leaving, and asked Zhao Yichen.

Zhao Yichen shook his head, "Out of control? Why did it go out of control? Of course I calculated the limit that the ghost boy can reach before feeding him. As long as I don't continue to feed ghosts to him, there won't be any problem?"

Yang Jian was taken aback, there was indeed nothing wrong with what Zhao Yichen said.

As long as the ghosts he controls can still suppress the ghost boy, the ghost boy will not lose control.

'Perhaps, I also need to try to continue feeding the ghost boy. 'A thought appeared in Yang Jian's mind.

Gui Tong doesn't have to worry about Li Gui's recovery at all, and it can really help a lot if he is with him, especially when he encounters some strong but not too strong ghosts.

It is entirely possible for the ghost boy to deal with it, and he only needs to wait, without the risk of using the ghost's ability to revive himself.

For example, now, after Zhao Yichen gave the order to Guitong, he chatted with Zhou Tianyi about other things on his own, and he didn't need to do anything at all.

The suppressing ghost boy just walked towards a certain room, and I don't know how it was sure that there was a ghost in that room.

Maybe there is a certain difference between real ghosts and aliens. Their sense of the same kind is stronger than that of ghost masters and aliens.

Not too long after the ghost boy walked into that room, the flickering lights in the aisle of the post office suddenly stabilized.

"Successfully suppressed?" Yang Jian asked in surprise.

This kind of efficiency in dealing with ghosts is too high. In less than 5 minutes, an unknown ghost was successfully restrained.

Although this has something to do with ghosts not being able to escape, it also deepened Yang Jian's desire to train ghost boys.

Zhao Yichen felt the position of the pressing ghost boy, and walked towards a room.

Yang Jian followed behind him, of course he didn't want to see what the ghost was like, he mainly wanted to see how this ghost boy suppressed the ghost.

When the two entered the room, they saw that the ghost boy was stepping on the woman in the room, oh no, it should be said to be a female ghost.

The female ghost was stepped on her shoulders by the spirit of the crushing ghost child, and her whole body was lying on the ground without moving.

After taking the female ghost into the ghost blood pool, and at the same time letting the ghost boy return to the scroll and the hall outside, Zhao Yichen looked at Yang Jian.

When the ghost was suppressed, in the middle of the corridor outside, a thick black fog like a haze gradually rose up, as if it was going to cover the entire floor, but after a moment of rolling and agitating, the thick black fog quickly disappeared. Dispersed.

A wooden staircase appeared in the middle and extended to the corridor.

There was also a hole in the wall, connecting the corridor and the wooden stairs.

"Let's go upstairs."

Ignoring the group of messengers who were excited because they survived, or who were afraid of the letter that needed to be delivered on the third floor, Zhao Yichen directly led Zhou Tianyi up the steps.

Although not many people died at the hands of ghosts this time because the ghosts were quickly restricted, but there were not many messengers who survived.

Except for Zhao Yichen and the others, there were only five messengers left on the second floor.

After all, not many messengers on the second floor died at the hands of ghosts this time, but quite a few died because of Zhao Yichen.

Wait until all the people walk up.

The remaining five couriers looked at each other hesitantly, but followed quickly, because other places on the second floor were being eroded by darkness, rooms were disappearing, and everything on the second floor was being erased.

They now belonged to the messengers on the third floor, and this floor was already repelling them.

The third floor looked the same as the second floor. After confirming that there was no danger, Zhao Yichen randomly chose a room to rest.

The room on the third floor is slightly different from the room downstairs. There is no wall in the room here. The original wall was covered by a layer of black fog, but if you touch it, you can feel the cold wall. , seems very weird and weird.

And as the number of people in the room increased, the thick black fog in the room continued to disperse.

Some spaces that did not exist before were revealed.

If a few people come in, there will be a few more bedrooms here, perhaps because the treatment of messengers on the third floor has been upgraded.

"You guys come over and stay in the same room with us today."

After seeing the structure of the room clearly, Yang Jian, who knew that he didn't need to worry about the limit on the number of people in the room, looked at the five messengers who followed him.

"why."

A messenger was slightly terrified: "Why should we stay with you."

"Because I want to confirm the situation on the third floor, I will have a headache if you mess around, that's enough, stop talking nonsense, and find a room to rest now." Yang Jian said lightly.

Hearing this, the remaining few people looked at each other, hesitated for a while, and finally followed Zhao Yichen and the others helplessly.

"Would you like to stay at the post office for a few days, I want to see if I can catch some couriers at the post office."

After everyone entered the room, Yang Jian asked.

Hearing this, Zhao Yichen lowered his head, thought for a moment and said, "That's fine, but I have to leave the post office during the day, and I won't be back until almost six o'clock at night."

Yang Jian: "Sure, it's just to catch a few messengers, and there is no need for two captains to come forward."

Zhao Yichen nodded and didn't speak any more.

The reason why he agreed with Yang Jian's opinion was mainly because he was not sure that the letter sent to Dachuan City to Meng Xiaodong would reappear in a few days.

If he is not at the post office on the way, and the mission of delivering the letter happens to appear, it will be troublesome.

Zhao Yichen still remembered what the old woman Meng Xiaodong met on the bus said to him.

Let yourself go to Okawa City after her death, saying that she left something for herself.

To be honest, Zhao Yichen is looking forward to what Meng Xiaodong will leave him, is it about the jigsaw puzzle ghost living in memory?or something else?

After handing a photo to Zhou Tianyi, Zhao Yichen left the ghost post office.

Next, he plans to imprison the knocker ghost first, and continue to let the ghost wander around, looking for a suitable puzzle. It will become more and more troublesome to imprison him later.

"Wang Yaxin, have you found the photo of the knocker that I asked you to look for earlier?"

Taking out the walkie-talkie, Zhao Yichen immediately asked Wang Yaxin.

"I've found it, and I'll send it to you now. By the way, I also found a piece of audio, which is about the law of killing the knocker. Do you want to send it to you together?"

"The law of the knocker's killing? You mean the knock on the door? Let's send it together."

Even though it was decided to use the ghost pen with the bone frame's ability to imprison the knocker, Zhao Yichen was not 100% sure that he could be directly confined in the painting.

He naturally wouldn't refuse when he heard the audio of a knocker knocking on the door.

A text message was received on the phone soon, with a photo and an audio attached to it.

In the photo is an old man with empty eyes and wearing a Chinese tunic suit. There are also special-looking age spots on the old man, and his skin looks a little gray.

"Okay, then you can turn off the walkie-talkie, or turn off the voice on my side, so as to prevent you from accidentally triggering the killing pattern of the door knocker."

Zhao Yichen reminded Wang Yaxin.

Wang Yaxin said: "Okay, you pay attention to safety."

Finding an area where there seemed to be no people, Zhao Yichen took out a bone picture frame, a ghost pen, and at the same time fabricated a piece of white paper out of thin air.

A pool of ghost blood appeared beside him, like a pool of red paint.

It looks like a painter about to paint.

It's a pity that the bone picture frame in front of him doesn't have an easel, so he can only fabricate an ordinary easel with the supernatural power of a deceiving ghost, and the paper is just ordinary paper.

Although the ghost blood is red, when the ghost pen absorbs a certain amount of blood and begins to draw on the paper, the line turns into another color.

He continued to outline stroke by stroke, and soon a general image of an old man appeared in the painting.

As the ghost pen continued to search for drawings on the drawing paper, a strange and cold feeling began to appear nearby.

An unknown country in the West.

"Boom, boom, boom... boom, boom."

In an inexplicably dark town, the sound of knocking on the door kept ringing at the door of one house after another.

The sound of knocking on the door is just three consecutive knocks each time, and after each knock, the door will not be knocked a second time.

"These demons from hell are terrible." A man hid in a corner in shock.

He had just returned home and was about to take a shower when the whole neighborhood suddenly went dark.

Although it was night, he had never seen such deep darkness in this city.

It was as if all the light had disappeared, and the world had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness, in which all light would be swallowed up.

At this moment, "Boom," the voice sounded.

This "boom" seemed to come from hell, and the man's body couldn't help but stiffen.

(End of this chapter)