Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky post office

Chapter 107 The Ghost in the Post Office
Zhang You touched the posthumous photo according to Lin Xian's intention, but the result was not like what the human skin paper said, Zhang You was not dead, and he was still standing there.
Lin Xian wasn't sure if there was any curse on the photo, but for now, it was safe compared to ordinary people.
However, picking up the photo alarmed the mourning hall. The candles that were originally lit were all extinguished at this time, and inexplicable wailing sounds could be heard from all around.
These wailing sounds seem to be mourning the person on the photo, and they also seem to be the purge brought about by the violation of some taboo.
"Put the photo back first." Sensing that something was wrong, Lin Xian said immediately.
Naturally, Zhang You couldn't wish for it, but when he put it back again, the photo that originally belonged to Li Biao on the portrait disappeared strangely, and turned back to a blank image again.
The posthumous photo seems to represent the existence of a person, and the disappearance of the photo on the posthumous photo proves that the person has completely disappeared in this world.
After putting back the photo, the wailing stopped, the surrounding candles gradually lit up, and the weirdness gradually dissipated at this moment.
It is inevitable that there is something wrong with this photo. It seems to be some kind of switch that affects the whole body.
However, the restlessness in the mourning hall had just calmed down when several hurried footsteps came from not far away.
Another ghost is going upstairs.
Lin Xian held the knife and stared at the shaking figure outside the corridor.
However, after waiting for a long time, those figures did not appear. Instead, they walked towards the house.
It didn't seem to be a ghost in the inn, but a ghost that temporarily stayed in from outside.
Seeing this, several people in the mourning hall calmed down.
However, although those figures left, there was still a figure that lingered on. That person stood at the corner of the path. He did not enter the mourning hall, but stood outside.
Looking at Zhou Deng, the two walked over slowly. The knife in Lin Xian's hand was ready to move. If anything changed, he would do it without hesitation.
The rest of the messengers didn't dare to stay in the mourning hall too much, and they all followed.
The angle of view was zooming in, but when he walked out, there was an old woman standing in front of him.
Lin Xian recognized the identity of this person at a glance. It was the projections on the path during the day, but the old woman at night didn't seem to be a projection, but more like a ghost driver.
The old lady's eyes were no longer kind, but gloomy. The two who just stared at them seemed to be attracted by the movement of the mourning hall.
"Lin Xian, who is this old guy? Do you know each other?" Zhou Deng showed doubts and curiosity under the human skin mask.
"This is the projection that appears on my path during the day, but now it seems that she is not illusory at night, but seems extraordinarily real." Lin Xian replied.
"Then do you want to do it?" Zhou Deng said.
Lin Xian didn't speak, he was still standing where he was. This old woman was suspected to be from the period of the Republic of China, and she was definitely not that easy to deal with. It's better to wait and see what happens, and observe the old man's movements.
The old man didn't speak, and his eyes soon became numb again. She turned around stiffly, and then walked back to the original path.
"Huh? Didn't you choose to do it?"
Lin Xian was a little surprised, but since he didn't plan to intervene, it would be the best thing, but why can the old lady at night return to a normal living person?Is it a special spiritual resurrection, or some kind of unknown curse?
"Do you want to follow?" Seeing the old woman leaving, Zhou Deng asked.
"hold on."
Lin Xian did not move. He wanted to wait until the distance between the two parties widened before following him, because he always felt that the old man was deliberately slowing down in order to attract them to follow.
After about ten minutes, the figure of the old lady was about to disappear in the corridor, and it was only at this time that Lin Xian took action.
A group of people followed, but the two sides kept a subtle distance.
The old woman led the way with the help of a candlestick, and the people behind followed slowly, and no one was left behind.
However, the departure of everyone made the human skin paper in the mourning hall start to become restless. After Lin Xian and his group left, another line of writing was written on this human skin paper.
"He's coming back, what should I do?"
The time came to 08:30.
"Aren't you afraid that the old guy deliberately lured you away from the mourning hall?" Zhou Deng looked at Lin Xian with some suspicion. He felt that this man was more reckless than himself in some aspects.
Lin Xian shook his head: "No, don't forget that each of us is wearing a mask. According to the requirements of the note, at this moment we are the same as those ghosts."
Zhou Deng who heard the words felt that there seemed to be some truth in it, so he didn't think about it any more.
After walking for a few more minutes, the old woman in the distance finally stopped, but within a few seconds, she disappeared completely.
"What's going on? What about the old man?"
Zhao Feng pointed to the empty path ahead and said in shock.
It never occurred to him that a well-behaved old man would disappear if he said nothing.
Lin Xian also saw the situation ahead, but under the mask, the face full of lotus flowers was not surprised, but expressionless.
The flames of the candlesticks were still advancing, and the group quickly walked to the old woman's place.
At this time, the road bifurcated, with a small road on each side, but in the middle of these two small roads, there was a well.
This well is very old, the mouth of the well is incomplete, and it is covered with moss, but the inside of the well is too dark to see clearly.
"Then the old woman disappeared probably because she entered this well."
Lin Xian thought to himself, "Do you want to go in?"
However, at this moment, Zhao Feng, who was at the edge of the well, suddenly panicked and fell to the ground, and was still desperately retreating back.
"Eye! That thing appeared again!"
Zhao Feng waved his hands desperately, as if there was a terrible ghost in front of his eyes, but this kind of behavior seemed a bit weird to other people, because they didn't see anything, not even the mouth of the well. .
Lin Xian walked up to Zhao Feng and lifted him up, but Zhao Feng pointed at Lin Xian's back and said, "Yes, behind you, the ghost from the post office is following you!"
"what?"
Lin Xian turned around quickly, because he heard the post office, it seemed that a ghost ran out of the post office and entangled Zhao Feng.
Lin Xian turned around and stared ahead. What surprised him was that there was an extra pair of eyes in his sight. These eyes were full of hatred, as if they wanted to stare him to death with these eyes.
"What happened?"
Zhou Deng realized that something was wrong, and hurried to the front, but Lin Xian stopped him halfway.
"Don't come here yet, there is indeed a ghost following in the post office."
(End of this chapter)