Mysterious recovery: I grow stronger by breathing

Chapter 146 Resurrection (for subscription)

In this picture scroll of the kingdom of God created by Wu Nai, even the birth of life is so freehand.

The generation of these moonlit shadows feels like a phantom from a nightmare, but it's also terrifyingly real.

There is no boundary between reality and illusion here.

God seems to be located in an invisible high place, holding a brush to draw the world, and what He draws becomes reality.

Countless black shadows slowly stood up from the stagnant water and walked along the city's monotonously changing traffic lights, like rolling black water and white waves, reminiscent of demons pouring out of hell.

And Wu Nai, the noble young god, just stood quietly among the group of demons, with a giant dog crawling under his feet, as if he was sitting on a throne in the clouds, and he didn't even bother to step on the dust on the supernatural battlefield with his own hands.

Driving the heroic spirits to surround this place instead of commanding thousands of troops to charge the [Ghost Post Office] immediately is not because he doesn't like a giant like the [Ghost Post Office].

It's just that the secret war between the two sides is entering a new and wonderful stage.

Wu Nai wanted to use this stage of conflict to accomplish one thing, so he tolerated it for a while.

Wu Nai, who has transformed part of the origin of the ghost painting, dragged the ghost post office with [Reflection], and because the force is mutual, the [Ghost Post Office], which has accumulated a deep spiritual power, is also trying to invade him in reverse.

Although the effect of the reverse invasion is extremely weak, the place where the two sides meet forms a special space.

This space is nothing special to ordinary people.

But for the group of people trapped in the [Oil Painting] on the fifth floor of the [Ghost Post Office], it is a very rare outside world that can really be touched.

so.
Boom!A door opened.

Under the surprised gazes of Yang Jian, Li Yang, and Sun Rui, it was not ghosts who walked out of the hall on the first floor first, but a group of strangely dressed people.

Each of them looks normal, but when they get together, their dressing styles seem to span several years, ten years, or even decades.

This is all the messengers on the fifth floor that have been accumulated since the first-generation manager of [Ghost Post Office] Luo Wensong opened up this place.

Each of them is the 'backup' left by the strong man who can send the third black letter when he leaves this place.

Although the consciousness and ghosts from the 'backup' are not bad, they cannot move around in this special area.

"What's going on, what unknown changes have happened in this [ghost post office] that can actually bring us back to the world." In the crowd, an old man holding a red ax sighed.

"What is returning to the world? Look around and tell me which way to return to the world. Which family can grow such a big tree, which is taller than a skyscraper. There are too many black shadows in front of you, so I It is more inclined to be invaded by other ghosts, everyone should be careful."

A man who was eight or nine points similar to Yang Jian said with emotion.

"Ontology."

At this time, Zhang Xianguang, who was standing at the forefront among the shadows, immediately turned his attention to the crowd where he was, and said loudly:

"The Taoyuan project has been temporarily cancelled, and I have found a more interesting and safer way to achieve the ultimate supernatural event."

"cancelled"

The main body Zhang Xianguang stood in the crowd for a moment, then narrowed his eyes slightly, and said lightly: "We have planned for so long, how can we just cancel it? Besides, it's not like we haven't deduced it before. There is no safe way to finally solve it, after all, there are always risks on the road of spirituality, so I think the 'Taoyuan Project' must continue."

"You've been here for too long, so you haven't seen the means of 'His', so it's normal to make such a choice. But can you still not trust yourself? I am you, I have verified everything, and the arrival of this person will end everything Come with me to welcome him." Zhang Xianguang, holding a knife, quickly organized his words, intending to convince 'himself' in the shortest possible time.

"Father."

At the same time, Yang Jian, who was acting as an audience, was also surprised to find his father in the crowd.

After the two faces with almost the same appearance looked at each other for a moment, Yang Xiaotian showed a gratified smile:

"That's right, I didn't expect us to meet again in this way, right? Maybe you have a lot of doubts, but in short, I am not the complete Yang Xiaotian. I have lost the memory of your birth and getting along with you. Life is forever frozen in sending After finishing the last letter at the post office and leaving the post office, although the real us have been freed, but for those of us who are similar to memory 'backups', we will never be able to leave here."

"It's a never-ending, inescapable curse."

"It doesn't matter, your suffering will end soon, because I promised your son that I will resurrect you."

Wu Nai's voice floated from afar, inserted into the conversation between the two, the indifferent confidence in the words and what was about to be done, aroused the attention of everyone who walked out of the oil painting.

"That's [Ghost Dream]!"

When Yang Xiaotian's eyes swept over Wu Nai, they immediately landed on the huge wolf dog at his feet, and felt the spiritual familiarity: "As expected, I realized a certain idea before. From now on, the dog controls the ghost. Judging from the situation, it is perfect, so my plan has succeeded, but why is it not by your side, Yang Jian? Instead, it is in the hands of this man?"

“A little surprise at the last minute”

Yang Jian sighed and replied: "It's very troublesome to explain, and I won't be able to make it clear for a while. In a word, I am not the only one who owns this dog. But it is not a loss to get your rebirth."

"Actually, I have no idea about resurrection. Reversing life and death is a taboo, and an old man who drove a bus once told me that I am more useful dead than alive."

"No, compared to precious lives, most things are worthless, including ghosts."

Wu Nai shook his head and said.

At this moment, he finally moved, walking step by step with the power of resurrection, the dark golden flames around him dragged in the stagnant water behind him, like a huge banner.

Wherever they went, the black shadows gave way one after another, and a deathly silence spread, leaving only the endless sound of rain in the sky and the earth.

"and many more."

Yang Xiaotian's expression changed, he could clearly feel that under the withered mask coming from the opposite side, a pair of daunting eyes became brighter and brighter. It's coming in all directions.

This terrifying force enveloped Yang Xiaotian, forcibly sinking him into the stagnant water on the ground.

Through the rain curtain, Yang Jian saw his father's struggle in a trance, but everything was in vain.

Just like everyone cannot choose their own birth, when Wu Nai gave life, Yang Xiaotian had no choice but to accept it.

In the rippling water, dreams and reality are distorted, and the gap between life and death is broken.

After a baptism, when Wu Nai fished the man out of the water again, Yang Jian keenly noticed that his father already had a flesh and blood body outside the dream world.

(End of this chapter)