Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 59 The Man in the Picture

"Indeed, it's hard for me to be convincing with such empty talk..." Zhang Qian nodded to show that he could understand the young man's thoughts.

But he changed the subject and continued: "Then let's show some sincerity first."

The young man didn't believe it, so he crossed his arms and planned to see what Zhang Qian was going to do.

Zhang Qian thought to himself: "You must be trapped here because of the influence of the ghost post office. If someone can control the ghost post office, they can naturally release you people in the painting."

That's it?

The young man curled his lips and turned around to walk towards the door frame in the painting. He didn't want to listen to Zhang Qian's nonsense anymore.

Control the ghost post office?It's just a daydream.

It's not like he hasn't tried it, but the result... is that he lingers in agony in this painting.

And there are not just young people in the painting, there are many old people who don’t know how to control some evil spirits. Even they can’t succeed, why can Zhang Qian do it?
"As for the post office, the most important function is naturally to deliver letters." Zhang Qian said seductively, "Why don't you guess what's on the table behind you?"

Although the young man didn't believe it, he still stopped, turned his head 180 degrees, and looked straight behind him.

On the black wooden table, a light yellow letter appeared at some point.

"!"

How can it be?

The young man rushed to the table at a loss and carefully observed the thin envelope.

That's right, that damn thing!
"How about it, do you believe it now? To be honest, I have already mastered part of the ghost post office's supernatural power, and I will be able to fully control it in a short time."

Zhang Qian waved his hand gently, and the letter mysteriously disappeared from the young man's hand.

In order to devour the ghost hand, he used a letter as an auxiliary material. Although the supernatural power on it was very weak, it still came from within the ghost post office.

It has no lethality and can still be used to deceive young people.

Sure enough, the disappearance of the letter instantly woke the young man up.

He frantically threw himself on the picture frame, banging on the thin glass, "Let me out, and I'll tell you everything! You can let me be a dog!"

It is a pity that the people in the painting are just paintings after all. Without the medium, they cannot enter reality.

Moreover, Zhang Qian couldn't hear the young man's voice, and could only see his constantly changing mouth shapes.

As if to react, the young man hurriedly bit his finger and tried to use the blood to write a message for help on the mirror.

Unfortunately, the glass quickly became dirty and almost obscured the young man's figure.

Zhang Qian quickly stopped him: "Don't get excited. I said I would only release you later, but I didn't say I would let you leave now."

"I've shown you my sincerity, but what about your sincerity? I want you to know the information."

The young man's arms hung weakly, he pointed to his mouth, and then shook his head.

"It's okay. You don't need to speak. You just need to nod or shake your head. Is that okay?" Zhang Qiandao.

The young chick nodded repeatedly as if pecking at rice.

Zhang Qian glanced around calmly.

Those portraits also noticed the strange movement here, but they were not as excited as the young people, and their eyes were still numb, as if they were just watching a boring farce.

This is what Zhang Qian is worried about. Many of the people in the paintings are dressed in very old-fashioned clothes. It is estimated that they have been imprisoned for an unknown period of time. They may have become mentally abnormal like the ghost controller from the Republic of China in the tattoo parlor.

And based on their experience, a mere letter might not be able to scare them, unlike this young man who is so easy to deceive.

After sorting out his thoughts for a moment, Zhang Qian asked: "The first question is, are you a ghost controller, are you one of the messengers?"

The young man nodded twice in succession. "Then which floor are you the messenger on? If you are on the first floor, just nod. The same goes for other floors." Zhang Qian continued to ask.

A very simple question, but it stumped the young man. He froze in place and finally shook his head slowly.

"Are there other kinds of messengers?"

That might be the case. After all, Zhang Qian's understanding of the post office came from Gao Yong's introduction, and Gao Yong listened to others, so some imperfections are normal.

However, the young man still shook his head.

"Then which floor are you on?" Zhang Qian was a little surprised and asked: "The first floor?"

The young man shook his head to show that he was not the messenger on the first floor.

Next, Zhang Qian asked about the other levels, but the young man's answer remained unchanged.

It wasn't until he was asked about the fifth floor that the young man nodded, but immediately shook his head in denial.

Yes and no?So is that right?

The young man was a little crazy and didn't know how to tell Zhang Qian about his situation.

What if Zhang Qian can't guess and doesn't save him?
"Skipping this question first, were you an ordinary person before you became a messenger?"

Xun Can once said that part of the function of the Ghost Post Office is to train ghost masters. I wonder if this is true or not?

Hearing this question, the young man's expression froze, and even his excitement faded a lot, obviously thinking of some bad memories.

But he nodded in the affirmative.

That's not right... It's actually true to cultivate ghost masters. Then why should the Ghost Post Office or Luo Wensong lock these people up and release them to solve supernatural incidents?

And although the ghost post office's behavior is a bit cruel, its purpose is still to solve the supernatural.

If every portrait is a messenger and a ghost master, it will definitely be a huge force, and there is no reason for the post office to abandon it.

Unless these people have no value anymore.

"Were you about to resurrect as a ghost before you turned into a painting?" Zhang Qian guessed.

It's a pity that the young man still shook his head,

"Then what are you? You can't be the reserve army of the Ghost Post Office, right?" Zhang Qian guessed.

Maybe Luo Wensong was afraid that the supernatural beings would get out of control, so he deliberately left a group of ghost masters in the post office?
Judging from those costumes, it seems that the people in the painting don't have to worry about the resurrection of the evil ghost. At least some of them still look like human beings after being there for decades.

The young man didn't quite know what the post office was doing by locking him here, but he still gestured with his hands to give a hint.

The young man pointed at his head, as if he wanted to say something.

"..." Zhang Qian said uncertainly, "You?"

The young man nodded repeatedly, stretched out two fingers, and pointed them at himself to represent himself, and then the closed fingers suddenly spread apart.

"You became two? So you are both the fifth floor messenger and not the fifth floor messenger?"

Zhang Qian seemed to understand a little and wanted to ask, but there was some noise behind him.

A bald man wearing black tights broke into the post office. The strange scenes along the way made him a little scared.

The cold and numb portraits in the hall scared him so much that he screamed. Just as he was about to run away, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Qian, who was half-crouching.

The guy shouted unceremoniously at the top of his lungs, "Hey! In front of you, where is this place?"

(End of this chapter)