Mysterious resurgence

After leaving the ghostly old forest, Yang Jian continued to move forward.

According to his deduction, Sun Rui could not go too far because his ability and physical condition did not allow it.

So Yang Jian is not worried that he will get lost in it.

Continuing along this winding path, they soon encountered a fork in the road, one on the left and one on the right, and they didn't know which oil painting each connected to.

"There is a fork in the road, and there are no traces left on the ground. It is impossible to tell which way Sun Rui went." Zhang Xianguang said: "Now we can either search separately, or choose a fork in the road at will."

Yang Jian didn't speak. He glanced at the forked roads on the left and right. Soon, the scene at the end of the forked road appeared in front of him.

The scene on the left is very strange. There are large vats on the ground. Each vat contains dyes of different colors, including black, red, and green. It looks very strange, but there is no trace of the evil ghost. , I don’t know whether the oil painting represents an object painting or a ghost painting.

The scenery on the right was much more normal. It was a small garden, and the flowers in the garden were in full bloom. It just didn't look real, more like a painting. And there he vaguely saw a person standing in the middle of the garden. Although the figure is a little unclear, it can be judged that it should be the image of a woman.

"There is no need to separate. This is no longer the territory of you dead souls, but the territory of the evil ghosts. If we separate, everyone will be in danger, and you are no exception." Yang Jian said.

Now he is basically facing a supernatural event, and it is taboo to act separately. He will not do such a stupid thing.

Yang Xiao had been silent and did not speak. He seemed to be observing Yang Jian's ability to deal with things. At this moment, he just nodded slightly and agreed with his idea.

"Go left." Yang Jian said, taking the lead to take a step forward.

Once he made his decision, no one objected, and everyone immediately set off to the left and continued moving forward.

"Half the way is wrong."

On the way, Zhang Xianguang suddenly said to Yang Xiao: "If you make the wrong choice, you need to bear the risk. Is the person you are waiting for a little reckless? He can bring that painting and guide the Ghost Post Office to a completely different path. What?"

Yang Xiao glanced at it: "Is right or wrong important? That's a mediocre idea. No one makes no mistakes in his life, and no one knows the outcome of things from the beginning. Decision is the most important. Since no matter which The path may be wrong, so why should others choose it? Why not choose it yourself?"

"He is a leader, not a follower."

Zhang Xianguang said: "It seems that you have high expectations for him."

Yang Xiao replied: "I just want to prove something and wait for a result. What I can do has been done a long time ago. If he can enter the ghost post office, it means that I am already dead outside, and my existence has been It’s lost its meaning, now it’s up to him.”

The two people's eyes stayed on Yang Jian in front of them again.

As we continued to move forward, we soon reached the end of the fork in the road. Just like what Ghost Eye had observed before, this place was an open space, which was relatively spacious. There were large water tanks placed in the open space, but the water tanks were not filled with water, but with water. It's all kinds of dyes, and the colors of these dyes are weird.

The red dye vat was filled with dye that was as thick as blood, but the black dye vat exuded a corpse smell. I didn't know what was soaked in it. The green dye vat seemed to have something moldy, and there was a very strange smell. There was a strong musty smell, and the dyes in the other water tanks were also weird and could not be mixed with real colors.

Yang Jian took a look close to a water tank. His ghost eyes could not penetrate the dye and saw the scene in the water tank.

"This seems to be the source of dye for oil paintings." Yang Xiao made a brief observation and immediately came to a conclusion.

This conclusion surprised others.

But after being exposed and taking a closer look, it was really possible.

The color of the dye contained here is indeed consistent with the color on the oil painting, especially the red color that is as thick as blood. This color is particularly charming and cannot be prepared by living people. Only some kind of supernatural being can create this bright color. Desireful scarlet.

"I have never been here before." Zhang Xianguang said: "This fork in the road should not have existed before. It appeared recently. And what's strange is that there is a lack of an exit to the outside world."

Judging from normal circumstances, a strange place corresponds to an oil painting.

An oil painting means an outlet.

But there is no exit here, but there are these weird dye vats.

"If there is no outlet, then it can only mean that these dye vats are not paintings, but real things that exist in oil paintings," Yang Xiao said.

"No one has discovered why it suddenly appears here now after so many years." Zhang Xianguang said.

Yang Xiaodao: "Who knows, maybe it has been arranged in advance, maybe someone deliberately laid it out, but this issue can be put aside for the time being. If this is really the dye of ghost paintings, then these dyes plus a certain supernatural puzzle , maybe you can master the method of making oil paintings.”

"Yang Jian, can you paint oil paintings?"

Yang Jian looked away from the dye vat: "I know a little bit."

He has the memories of many people in his mind, including the memories of more than a dozen oil painting teachers at the Academy of Fine Arts. It is not difficult to master the skills of oil painting.

"A simple supernatural painting is not enough to imprison the evil ghost here, nor is it enough to allow so many dead souls to exist. Therefore, it is not possible for normal people to complete an oil painting alone. Only by contacting the source of the oil painting can we know Everything." Zhang Xianguang said.

"This is a clue that should be firmly grasped." Yang Xiao said.

Once you take control of the production of oil paintings, you can imagine what it means.

Yang Jian did not continue to discuss this topic. He was not as ambitious as Yang Xiao and wanted to master the production of oil paintings. The only thing he wanted to do now was to find Sun Rui.

After circling several dye vats, he finally stopped in front of the weirdest red dye vat.

It was no longer clear whether the red dye was blood or dye. When Yang Jian came closer, his figure was immediately reflected in the dye vat. However, when he moved slightly, he found that Yang Jian in the red dye vat was Still standing there, not moving, as if his reflection was left in the dye vat forever.

Immediately, Yang Jian's expression suddenly changed and he immediately shouted: "Everyone retreat and stay away from the dye vat."

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Ze was so frightened that he hurriedly backed away, not daring to get close. Zhang Xianguang and Yang Xiao also stopped.

"What's going on?" Yang Xiao asked calmly.

But the next moment.

There were ripples in the red dye vat, and then a man slowly stood up from the water vat.

The dye as thick as blood made a splashing sound, and a strange human head surfaced, slowly protruding out of the water tank.

The man who emerged from the water tank covered in blood was exactly the same as Yang Jian, except that this man was red and covered in blood, which was very strange.

"Is this you?" Several people were stunned when they saw this scene.

But an even more frightening scene appeared.

The ghost who stood up from the dye vat was not only exactly the same as Yang Jian, but at this moment, the ghost's forehead had a ferocious gash, and a scarlet eye rotated, peeping at everything around him strangely.

Ghost eyes?

No.

Not only that, then the water tank was bubbling again, and the red dye was flowing out, quickly dyeing the surrounding area red. However, the dye that dyed the ground red did not continue to spread, but slowly accumulated. , at first glance it looks like he is about to stand up.

No, it didn't seem like it, but the red dye really stood up, forming a red and tall shadow that appeared behind the ghost.

"Are you kidding?" Yang Jian subconsciously took a few steps back.

Is the ghost imitating him?

Not only can he imitate ghost eyes, but he can also imitate ghost shadows? No, it’s not just ghost eyes and ghost shadows, one of the ghost’s hands is particularly bright red. Although the color is wrong, it should be the ghost’s hand.

The real ghost turned out to be Yang Jian himself.

next moment.

The ghost in the dyeing vat turned over very nimbly and jumped out. It was staring at Yang Jian, and also looking at Zhou Ze, Yang Xiao, and Zhang Xianguang. However, the ghost was still covered in scarlet, as if it were made of blood, full of blood. An inexplicable evil nature.

I’ll make up for it tomorrow and go to bed early today.