Mysterious resurgence

"Is this in the oil painting? It's incredible, it's like another world." Wang Yong looked around, feeling a little weird.

This is his first time into oil painting.

"No, this is a supernatural space, similar to a ghost realm. The oil painting is just a carrier. It can be an oil painting, a photo, or anything else, so there is nothing to make a fuss about." Yang Jian said.

He has been exposed to many things like this and has long been accustomed to it.

But for those who have just come into contact with it, it will naturally feel very incredible.

"Want to chase?" Wang Yong asked.

Yang Jian looked at the black door. This door was the only way out of this hut. The old man had opened that door to escape before, but he didn't know what was behind the door because this was the world of oil painting. , just like the original ghost paintings, strange and unknown.

If you go too deep rashly, you may be trapped inside and unable to get out.

But the clue not to pursue Sun Rui was broken again.

But this time.

Another person got into the oil painting and appeared in this small house.

The person who came in was Zhou Ze. As soon as he came in, he said: "I'm not too worried. Come in and take a look at the situation. How is the situation now? Has that thing been solved?"

"Run away, leaving only one arm." Wang Yong shook his head and pointed to the black door.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised when he saw the very unusual arm on the ground. He seemed to have never expected that there could be a person hidden in the oil painting.

"Wang Yong, you stay and watch here while Zhou Ze and I go out and take a look." Yang Jian finished thinking and made a decision. He wanted to leave one person behind to ensure his retreat, and then went to investigate the secret of the oil painting.

There were so many oil paintings hanging on the fifth and first floors of the Ghost Post Office that he wouldn't believe it if there wasn't some secret.

After saying that, he immediately took action.

Wang Yong said nothing but nodded, expressing his willingness to stay.

Zhou Zedao: "Do you need to make any more preparations?"

"There is no need to prepare. Just retreat when you are in danger. You are just investigating, not fighting for your life. Why, are you so nervous?" Yang Jian said.

"It's a little bit." Zhou Ze smiled awkwardly.

Isn't this stressful? You have to know that you have entered a painting and may encounter danger at any time and cannot get out.

"Action."

Yang Jian immediately walked to the black door and opened it without giving him any time to think.

It was dark outside with no light, but my vision was normal and I could see some things clearly, but not that clearly.

He saw a small road, winding and twisting, as if it connected somewhere. This road was very familiar, like the road to the ghost post office. The only difference was that this road did not go all the way to the end, but had a fork in the middle. , it seems that you can reach another place along the fork in the road.

Yang Jian walked out. He looked back and found that there was no small house behind him at all. There was only one wall and one door, located at the end of this branch of the road like a cage.

"It's very weird here." Zhou Ze also looked serious. He couldn't understand this place, so he could only say that it was weird.

Yang Jian remained silent and walked forward along the path.

Soon, a fork in the road appeared in front of him, and the original path became two, one on the left and one on the right, but the front was dim and he couldn't see anything in the distance.

But at this time Yang Jian opened his ghost eyes.

The ghost eyes can still be used here, and they are not completely unable to open like when they first entered the ghost painting.

Apparently.

The supernatural suppression in this place is not that strong. Although the ghost paintings come from the ghost post office, there are definitely not many such oil paintings. If any one of them has the level of a ghost painting, then the post office's courier will not be alive.

After the ghost eyes opened, Yang Jian's sight looked further.

He saw the end of a branch road, where there were several trees. There seemed to be a strange figure standing in the middle of the trees. The figure was motionless in one direction.

"Is it the scene presented in another oil painting?"

Yang Jian thought to himself: "In this case, every branch here may be connected to another oil painting. The essence of all oil paintings is to connect to the same supernatural space. The oil painting itself only plays the role of opening a window.

"But did Sun Rui really enter here?"

He was doubtful.

Because there are so many dangers here, if Sun Rui enters here, he will definitely find a way to leave here.

No.

wrong.

Yang Jian then frowned again.

Why do you think Sun Rui will leave here after entering here?

Like himself, Sun Rui wanted to deal with the ghost post office and solve this ghost place. If he came here, he would definitely have only one idea, and that was to follow the fork in the oil painting to find the source and understand the truth.

"So, you shouldn't be tempted by the side roads, but you should find a way to avoid all the side roads and find a real road. Only in this way can you meet Sun Rui on the road." Yang Jian immediately had something in his mind after thinking briefly. Enlightenment.

"Which way should we take now? I just observed these two roads. They are exactly the same in appearance, size, and surrounding environment. There is no difference, and there are no footprints or shoe prints on the road. Clues like that." Zhou Ze said at this moment.

He observed for a while and came to a conclusion.

The result is very disappointing, because there is no difference in the fork.

"Just follow me."

Yang Jian has ghost eyes and can see very far. He can see the end of the fork in the road, so he can avoid making wrong choices. This is a very big advantage.

Immediately.

He ignored the path leading to the old forest with only a few trees and chose a main road.

Keep going.

The branch road appeared again. The end of this branch road was also a strange place. It was not large in area and there was a figure standing there.

Obviously, that is also another oil painting.

Yang Jian avoided it and continued along the main road.

There were many forks on the road, and sometimes he even encountered three forks. An ordinary ghost controller would definitely have made the wrong choice, but the ghost eyes could see the end of the fork in advance, so they avoided detours.

Zhou Ze followed, gradually becoming convinced that the Yang Jian in front of him had the ability to discern the right path, otherwise he would not have been so calm along the way.

However, after walking for a long time, Yang Jian stopped again.

Because this road ends.

Yang Jian's ghostly eyes saw a hut at the end.

The door of the hut was closed tightly, and it was impossible to see what was inside. It seemed that there was an invisible supernatural force interfering with it.

"Is this hut the end of the road? Or is this hut just a scene in one of the oil paintings?" Yang Jian hesitated at this moment.

The answer in his mind favored the latter.

This main road is also a branch of a certain oil painting.

So there is no main road.

No matter which way you go, you'll encounter something blocking your way.

"There is another possibility. The real road is hidden behind a certain painting. Through one of the paintings, you can find the correct road to the source." Yang Jian continued to move forward with this idea.

Zhou Ze on the side couldn't see far. The surrounding area was dim and his vision was seriously damaged, but soon he also saw a small house in front of the road.

"This is..." He looked at Yang Jian with a bit of hesitation.

Yang Jian ignored it, just went straight to the hut and opened the door.

Yet the strange thing is.

The cabin was in a mess, but the strange figure was not seen, which meant that the oil painting was not an oil painting of people, but an oil painting of objects.

"I remember seeing this painting on the fifth floor." Yang Jian suddenly moved his eyes and saw something in the cabin.

It was an inconspicuous glass bottle in the corner, with a pale arm soaked in the glass bottle.

"It's one of the corpse fragments soaked in a glass bottle, so this painting is the one I found on the fifth floor." Yang Jian walked into the room. He didn't move anything, didn't take it, just Take away the glass bottle.

After getting it, he already had three body fragments in his possession.

There is another one in room 501.

"Take it, don't lose it." Yang Jian handed the glass bottle to Zhou Ze.

"Okay, okay."

Zhou Ze nodded. After looking at it, he felt that it was a bit creepy, but he still didn't dare to drop it, so he just put it in the backpack on his back.

Yang Jian looked around the room again and quickly locked a door.

This is not the door you just came in from, but another one.

After he pushed it open, a path appeared behind the door.

The road was winding and winding, as if it was leading to an unknown place.

Moreover, the darkness worsened, and Yang Jian's ghost eyes could not see the end.

"Keep going." He pondered for a moment, not wanting to look back and continued to go deeper.

"We are too far away from the previous exit, and we may not be able to go back." Zhou Ze expressed his worries.

Yang Jian said: "So what if I go back? Do you want to deliver a letter? That is just a road to death. The road here may be a way to survive. I have been thinking about why the post office leaves so many Oil painting? Why didn’t so many messengers investigate such an obvious clue?”

"Danger and unknown stopped the messenger. No one investigated this place, so no one knows what is behind the oil painting."

"I think Sun Rui also entered here with the idea of ​​​​fighting to the death, so there must be some secrets here."

After saying that, Yang Jian continued on his way.

He was very decisive and quickened his pace because there was no danger on the road, so there was no need to waste time.

Zhou Ze had no choice but to continue following behind. He was just an errand boy anyway and had no choice.

The two men continued along the path.

The forks on the road have obviously become smaller. After walking for a while, Yang Jian can no longer see the forks, but a special main road.

At least that's how Yang Jian feels.

Keep walking forward.

Yang Jian's ghostly eyes finally saw lights flickering in the distance, and a building looming in the dim environment.

Keep getting closer.

The lights became more and more obvious, they were colorful neon lights.

And the outline of the building gradually appeared. It was a tall building from the Republic of China period.

"Is this a ghost post office?" Yang Jian was shocked at this moment. He followed the main road and found the source. It turned out to be a ghost post office.

A ghost post office in an oil painting?

Or.

Is this the real ghost post office?

Doubt, confusion, surprise.

"Follow me." Yang Jian started running, his speed was very fast, and he went straight to the ghost post office at the end of the road.

The closer you get, the clearer the ghost post office becomes.

And under the ghost's eyes, this ghost post office is exactly the same as the real ghost post office, without any difference.

At this moment, he was a little doubtful whether he was in a real post office or a post office in an oil painting.

That sister Hong said that the ghost post office is a bureau.

A ghost post office can never be solved by those who are in the middle of it.

After Yang Jian ran for a while, he stood in front of the gate of the ghost post office.

The lights were on in the ghost post office, and the yellow light illuminated the lobby on the first floor. There seemed to be figures walking around inside.

Vaguely, he seemed to see the old man holding an ax wandering in the lobby on the first floor.

"No, there is a ghost post office here?" Zhou Ze was also shocked by the scene in front of him.

Yang Jian's expression changed: "There is someone inside. I'm not sure who it is yet, but the old guy holding an ax is inside the post office. You'd better be prepared. I want to go in and take a look."

It would be impossible to reach this point without taking a look.

He felt that the secrets in the post office were here. After entering the ghost post office in the oil painting, many things might be able to get a reasonable explanation.

"Don't worry, I will admit it if you really die here." Zhou Ze took a deep breath and said.

If he hadn't come here today, he would never have discovered this secret.

Immediately.

Yang Jian opened the door of the ghost post office, but as soon as he opened the door, an ax struck him in the head.

"Again?"

The next moment, his ghost shadow cooperated with his ghost hand to directly grab the man's arm and block the axe.

really.

The one who did it was the old man, his face was dark and vicious, but he only had one arm left, and the other arm had been removed by Yang Jian.

"Get out of here." Yang Jian stretched out his leg and kicked the old man away, and at the same time took away his axe.

The old man who had lost an arm seemed to have lost a lot of fear. He was unable to confront Yang Jian head-on. He was directly at a disadvantage and was kicked far away.

But this moment.

There was a group of people in this weird post office hall, turning their heads and staring at Yang Jian.

The gaze was as strange as a ghost, but it also carried some special emotions, including warning, threat, surprise, and numbness.

Yang Jian glanced at those people.

Familiar faces come to mind.

These people are all the same as those in the oil paintings, but some of them are very unfamiliar. They have not been seen in the oil paintings on the fifth floor, but judging from their clothes, they are very old, as if they have been forgotten.

It is completely unimaginable that there is such a group of people in the post office here. These people all delivered letters and left the post office on the fifth floor, so they left portraits and had the possibility of resurrection.

Now that I think about it carefully, the things hidden behind this place are not simple. The post office seems to be a huge trap.