Mysterious resurgence

Yang Jian took action again.

He set off with Zhou Ze. The only two souls traveling with him were Yang Xiao and Zhang Xianguang. The others were left behind at the post office.

"Yang Jian, you have to remember that no one here is worthy of your trust. Although they agreed to the previous proposal, they just agreed. They all have their own ideas and plans. You have to be careful all the time. Be wary of them, and if you can, erase them if you can, without hesitation.”

On the way, the group of people gradually drifted away along the winding path. After leaving the ghost post office in the oil painting for a while, Yang Xiao suddenly said this sentence.

"That's right. No one knows what these dead people are thinking or plotting. You have to be careful. Many people are not even afraid of death. Once chaos breaks out, they will be lawless."

Zhang Xianguang on the side also nodded and agreed with Yang Xiao's words.

The previous conversation seemed to go smoothly, but in fact it was just a choice without a choice.

But for those dead souls, the choice doesn't necessarily mean it's the right one.

It is impossible for them to control the situation without their own lives. They have to pay attention and be vigilant at all times, and even use strong means to find ways to eliminate some restless guys.

"Is this the reason why you drove them away?" Yang Jian asked.

Yang Xiao said calmly: "When you meet a real ghost, or if the opportunity is right, some people will be unable to restrain themselves and kill you directly. Don't test their humanity and loyalty. These people are not real people, so don't give them a chance." , not even the slightest chance can be given.”

"Now that I've said that, don't you even believe it?" Yang Jian frowned and asked directly.

Yang Xiao said: "Yes, Zhang Xianguang and I can't be trusted either. I am Yang Xiao, not your real father. I'm just doing what I should do. You don't need to believe me."

He spoke so directly that Yang Jian didn't even believe him.

This is a very cruel way of survival. After all, those who die are already dead, and those who survive will continue.

"I understand." Yang Jian nodded, thoughtfully.

Zhang Xianguang leads the way. He is already very familiar with this place. Because he has been trapped for so long, he can even clearly remember what is at the end of each fork in the road, which forks are dangerous and which are safe. In his mind, , apparently already has a complete map.

Having such a dead soul lead the way reduced a lot of unnecessary troubles along the way.

Yang Jian did not relax his vigilance because of this. His ghost eyes were still open, peeking around to determine the situation.

Zhou Ze, who was silent, carried a backpack and acted as a tool. He didn't say a word, but he was also vigilant and did not let his guard down.

On the way, Yang Jian was asking about other things: "I found a dismembered corpse in a glass bottle in the post office. Now I have determined the positions of four limbs, and there is still one missing. Do you have news? What?"

"The body soaked in the glass bottle? You are not the only one who is trying to find them. I have also looked for them before, but unfortunately the last piece of the puzzle was not found, so I left those four things in the post office room again. I hope that later We were able to find all the couriers, but now it seems that they all failed, so I guessed at that time that the last piece of the puzzle might be on the sixth floor of the post office, or maybe outside the post office."

Yang Xiao said, he confided some of his past experiences. He was also curious about this thing, but he didn't find it all, so he had to leave it alone.

"There were no dismembered corpses in my time period," Zhang Xianguang said.

He lived before Yang Xiao, and there was no body in the post office during the letter delivery process.

Therefore, the history of this corpse should not be long, only about fifteen years.

"I'm not in a hurry, I'm just curious. I want to see the results and find the best one. It doesn't matter if I can't find it." Yang Jian said, "It's not that important to me. I'm just asking."

"By the way, do you know Miss Hong on the fifth floor of the post office?"

Then he asked for information about Sister Hong.

Yang Xiaodao: "I don't know. The only thing I can tell is that she is a resurrected soul. I don't know what method was used, but it obviously eroded the body of a certain messenger. If possible, find an opportunity to kill her." The resurrection of the souls of the old era will always lead to some people and things from the old era, which usually does not lead to good results."

"She is not that easy to kill." Yang Jian said.

He knew that Sister Hong was special, but it was obviously difficult to kill her.

"Bring her into the painting and she can be killed," Yang Xiao said.

Yang Jian understood that as long as he used the power of the dead souls in this oil painting, he could kill a being like Sister Hong. After all, these dead souls had certain supernatural powers during their lifetime.

"It seems we have to hurry up to retrieve the ghost paintings." He had another reason.

However, Yang Jian was also secretly glad that he kept a ghost painting when he left. It should not have been discovered at this time, and it can be put to use now.

"Go this way." Zhang Xianguang left the main road and walked onto a side road.

At the end of the branch road is a sparse forest. The trees are not real at all. They are weird and twisted, as if they were painted. The surrounding environment suddenly entered the night, but there are things in the night sky above this place. The moon can bring light so that people can't see clearly.

Yang Jian understands that this is another world of oil paintings, and this oil painting is not a painting of figures, but a painting hiding a ghost.

"There is a ghost there. The Sun Rui you mentioned should have entered there, but never came out again." Zhang Xianguang said.

The group continued to approach.

Already standing on the edge of the old forest.

In the middle of the sparse old forest, the soil was slightly raised. At this time, they saw a stiff, dead hand reaching out from the ground and grabbing the sky, as if a person was buried alive. He was unwilling to die and wanted to struggle out of the ground. climb out.

Yang Jian's expression moved slightly,

He didn't bring any supernatural weapons, so he couldn't act so recklessly and had to be careful.

"What is this ghost's killing pattern? How can we avoid being targeted by this evil ghost?" Yang Jian asked directly without being polite at all.

For so many years, these dead souls had lived here, which was boring and boring. He didn't believe that they didn't know the killing patterns of these evil spirits.

Yang Xiaodao: "There is a fierce ghost buried underground in this old forest. That ghost will pull living people into the soil and bury them alive. If you see those twisted trees, they are the souls of the dead here, because we people don't They will die, so they fight against the supernatural and form such twisted trees. They have no way to break free and no way to die."

A tree actually represents a failed soul.

Yang Jian's eyelids twitched. At a glance, at least a dozen dead souls were caught by the ghosts.

"The rules of killing are very simple. Pay attention to the direction of the ghost's palm. Don't face it directly. If you do, you will be targeted."

Yang Xiao said that he had long understood the ghost's killing patterns and was very sure.

Yang Jian said; "Is it just that?"

"Not only that, the hand that stretches out of the soil will also sense the people around it, and will constantly change its position. You need to pay attention to it at all times. If you carelessly think that nothing is wrong, you are not far from death."

Zhang Xianguang said, he obviously also knows the killing patterns of the evil spirits here.

Having two seniors leading the way can indeed relieve a lot of pressure.

"Now that it's clear, let's go in and take a look." Yang Jian was brave enough to directly set foot in this place where the ghost was.

The soil on the ground was soft and cold, and it felt like you would sink into it if you stepped on it step by step.

He looked at those twisted strange trees, and sure enough, he saw twisted and blurry human faces on those strange trees. These faces were all intertwined with the texture of the tree trunks, which looked very strange.

really.

As two people said before.

The stranger's step was felt by the ghost buried under the soil.

The stiff, dead hand that stretched out from the ground actually started to move, making slight noises.

The terrifying palms were turning slightly, as if the evil ghost had revived and might get up from the ground at any time.

However, the ghost did not appear.

The palm of his hand was twisting and changing its position at the same time, but there was no living person in the direction that the palm of his hand was facing. Yang Jian watched with ghost eyes and adjusted his position in time to avoid being stared at by ghosts.

"It seems like a simple killing rule. If I don't know it, I will definitely be attacked by this ghost. Then it will be another troublesome thing."

Yang Jian's ghost eyes were paying attention to the movements of the fierce ghost, and he was also investigating the oil painting.

soon.

The result is there.

Sun Rui did not die here, because there was no trace left at all. If Sun Rui really died, he would definitely leave some clues and the like.

"He is not here. He must have passed through this forest and gone deeper." Yang Jian said.

"There is a road over there. Keep going. There are still forks in the road. You just have to look for it slowly." Zhang Xianguang pointed ahead.

This is obviously not the end of the fork in the road, because there is another road here.

soon.

Yang Jian walked out of here along that road to avoid further entanglement with the ghost.

Once out.

He saw the clue.

There were several mud-stained shoe prints on the twisted path, one deep and one shallow, and disappeared after a short distance, proving that someone had passed through this old forest not long ago and successfully walked out.

"The shoe prints, one deep and one shallow, mean that the owner of the shoe prints has a problem with his legs and feet and is limping. He should be the Sun Rui you are looking for." Yang Xiao said, then frowned and looked ahead.

Because there are ghosts ahead.

Li Gui's oil paintings are connected to other Li Gui's oil paintings, and there are some depths that even they have not set foot in, because they are worried that they will not be able to come back after passing through, and they will be stuck in that painting.

But Yang Jian moved on anyway, feeling that Sun Rui wouldn't go too far.

Because Sun Rui's ability and condition are not enough to allow him to go very far, he will only stop somewhere or die somewhere.

"keep going."

Yang Jian's face was expressionless, without hesitation or fear.