Mysterious recovery: I grow stronger by breathing

Chapter 145 The Trembling Ghost Post Office (for Subscription)

The car was parked in the rain, across the empty street.

It seems that the rain from all over the world has gathered in this twisted Han City. Under the projection of giant trees and square city pools, messages of gods flow in the humid air.

In the dark, it seems that God knocked on everyone's forehead, telling the coming of a great existence.

At some point, the ravens gathered from all directions and hovered above everyone's heads. They croaked to each other, not like the sound of birds, but as if they were communicating in an ancient language, like weeping.

The incomparable coercion slowly pushed away in all directions centered on Wu Nai like a tsunami.

The young man who was eating eyeballs all the way suddenly changed his appearance, and walked towards the [ghost post office] with a majestic posture that was between an emperor and a god.

Under the majesty of Piyi, Li Yang, who had just become a ghost slayer, almost collapsed, breathing heavily like asthma, and the hard and cold rainwater lashed at him, chilling his bones.

The ghost that was about to move around in his body fell into dead silence as if it had completely dissipated.

Yang Jian was not much better either, leaning on his golden spear, he almost sat down on the ground.

Zhang Xianguang saluted at the side and said: "There should be messengers left in [Ghost Post Office], please allow me to enter it first, to smooth your way, to pave your way straight."

"On the way to be king, you are already doing it"

Wu Nai opened his mouth lightly, and the golden-red one-eye on the dead branch-like mask was like a huge searchlight, cutting through the darkness and illuminating the unreachable places ahead.

Already doing it?Zhang Xianguang looked at the rusty old machete that was still in his hand and said, "What I mean is, I will enter it as an administrator and wipe out all resistance for you."

"Why do you need to enter it, because of you [Ghost Post Office] has been surrounded by us."

Following Wu Nai's words, Zhang Xianguang stepped aside thoughtfully.

Immediately afterwards, a huge moon as pale as a bone slowly rose from the towering tree that stretched between the sky and the earth.

This is the burial place high above the sky.

It seems that all the deaths of the past and the present have been deposited, with the spine stretching like a mountain as a circular bulge. The ribs, skulls, and finger bones at the foot of the mountain are densely intertwined. The dehydrated pale dead flesh slowly squirmed among the bones, pouring out an indescribable withering beautiful.

This is the God of death who lives forever.

This familiar moonlight was cut to pieces by the branches and leaves of the towering giant tree, and sprinkled on Yang Jian's face, making him suddenly understand: "Here...is not just Wu Nai's ghost town, he seems to use the previous Like me, I used this person named Zhang Xianguang to make the ghost post office aura left on him into a medium, and then dragged the entire ghost post office into a dream!"

"Cough cough. But when?" Sun Rui coughed weakly from the side, smashed the golden crutch in his hand on the ground and asked, "How does ghost affect gold?"

"The gold you see may not necessarily be real."

It was a woman's voice that answered Sun Rui. A female student in the style of the Republic of China in a blue blouse and black skirt came slowly from a distant city.

His delicate and moving face was full of indifference and solemnity.

Her name is Xianglan, and she has become a [heroic spirit] since she met her, living in this [domain] forever.

But she can freely enter and exit wherever the domain covers.

Following the footsteps of Xianglan, a large group of black shadows slowly stood up from the puddles of water on the ground where she walked.

One, two, five. More and more shadows appeared. They stared at Wu Nai through the heavy rain, like devout believers coming to meet the gods.

Without exception, these black shadows are covered with moonlight, using them as pale cloaks, and holding rusty weapons in their hands, they look quite similar to [Coffin Nails].

"Ahem, cough, this... an army of ghosts? Can the ghost master organize such a war machine? Now I really believe that I am dreaming."

Sun Rui couldn't believe the scene that appeared in front of his eyes. This is not a height that a human being can reach, nor can any race be able to compete.

It was a catastrophe!
It was set off by an existence as noble as an emperor.

The gathered black army continued to gather around Wu Nai, forcing Li Yang, Yang Jian and others to retreat to the rear.

"According to your will, I brought these heroic spirits," Xianglan said reverently as she packed her luggage in front of Wu Nai.

"Very well, the [Ghost Post Office] ahead will be the place I promised you, and it will become the residence of the heroic spirits."

Wu Nai made a promise to the tide-like shadows and the family members in the sky.

At the same time, terrifying dog barks came from the sky, from far to near, but in just a few breaths, a giant dog with long hair like black steel needles passed by Yang Jian, Came to Wu Nai's feet.

Its ferocious body looks like a liger, but the strangeness and kindness in its eyes makes it look like a pet.

"My ghost dream." Yang Jian suddenly had the urge to vomit blood.

It's a pity that no matter how sad he is, he can only accept the reality. Before the upcoming spiritual war, everyone has become a spectator.

The moonlight in the sky is becoming more and more intense, and in the pale moonlight, there are countless black shadows surrounding the [Ghost Post Office]. They stand silently, like a group of gods of death with sickles surrounding the bedside of the dying, waiting to harvest delicious food. soul.

They opened their eyes at the same time, and a rich brilliance gushed out from the pupils, mixed with golden-red light, like a burning torch in the dark night.

At this moment, Zhang Xianguang once again deeply felt what is called a thousand troops and what is called a battle of thousands of troops.

He really only deserves to pave the way so far.

Next, this stalwart existence who dominates the world with violence will take care of everything.

The moonlight became brighter and brighter, and thousands of households in the twisted Dahan City lit up, and the city became brightly lit, like the dim sea of ​​stars in the Kingdom of God.

[Ghost Post Office] trembled slightly in the face of some kind of impending disaster.

Ka. On a window facing upwards on the fifth floor of the ghost post office, the window opened suddenly, and a strange shadow stood in it, like a living person, but also like a cold puppet. The corners of the gown fluttered in the window like a battle flag.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a strange sound of footsteps on the top floor, as if a stiff and unbendable corpse was stepping on a wooden plank.

Horror ghosts hiding in this post office are also gathering.

As the place where the top ghosts were located in the old era, it is naturally impossible to solve it easily.

Even if they encounter gods, ghosts will still follow the laws of ancient times and launch attacks with their cold and ruthless nature.

　The remaining chapter will be updated later in the morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)