Mysterious resurgence

The former ghost post office is now inside the hell apartment.

Sun Rui sat on the sofa in the empty first floor hall, holding a cane and staring calmly at the woman in front of him.

This is a woman with an almost perfect appearance. She is so beautiful that any man will be amazed and excited when he sees her.

But Sun Rui won't be like this.

Sun Rui is a ghost controller, and his body and mind have been eroded by the supernatural. He has long lost the emotions of normal people. No matter how beautiful a woman sits in front of him, he will not be moved at all.

"So, the reason why Yang Jian asked you to come to my place is to first let you meet Zhang Xianguang and then solve the mystery of your appearance?"

After talking for a while, Sun Rui roughly understood the reason for He Yuelian's arrival.

"That should be it, Mr. Sun."

He Yuelian said: "I just don't know whether Mr. Zhang, Zhang Xianguang, is also here? If possible, I hope Mr. Sun can arrange for me to meet Mr. Zhang."

As she said this, she looked around here with a little curiosity.

There are five floors here, connected by two elevators.

There seemed to be seven rooms on each floor, but the doors of those rooms were closed, so they were probably unoccupied.

what is that?

Suddenly.

He Yuelian saw a woman appearing in the corridor on the third floor. The woman had long hair and was wearing a floral skirt. She was walking there aimlessly like a stiff corpse.

Sun Rui tapped his cane at this moment to attract He Yuelian's attention back.

"Zhang Xianguang is not here."

"Isn't he here? When will he come back?" He Yuelian asked instead.

Sun Rui smiled coldly: "I think you misunderstood something. The real Zhang Xianguang has never been here. I am the only one here from beginning to end."

"Mr. Sun was joking. Mr. Sun must not be alone here. I just saw a woman on the third floor."

He Yuelian smiled slightly, and then when she raised her head again and looked at the third floor, the smile on her face suddenly froze.

The woman on the third floor has disappeared.

And there is nothing on the fourth floor, nor on the second floor. It seems like it is missing.

Sun Rui said: "Sometimes the people you see are not necessarily people. Don't forget where this is. This is hell."

He Yuelian suddenly trembled, and cold sweat broke out on her back.

Could it be that the woman he just saw was not a living person at all, but a ghost?

There's a ghost here

At this moment, Sun Rui slowly stood up from the sofa: "The Zhang Xianguang you want to see is no longer here. I can only take you to see another Zhang Xianguang. This should be the purpose of Yang Jian asking you to come here. But if you, an ordinary person, set foot in a supernatural place and come into contact with something you shouldn’t be exposed to, I am not responsible for what will happen in the end.”

"Come with me."

As he spoke, he walked in one direction of the hall.

He Yuelian didn't dare to hesitate. She didn't even dare to stay here alone, so she followed immediately.

Although the Sun Rui in front of him looks weird, it is at least certain that he is a living person, and he is also the person in charge of Dahan City, and he is a positive figure.

Such people are more or less worthy of trusting.

Sun Rui was actually not very willing to pay attention to this He Yuelian, but he was too bored here alone. It was good to have something to do to kill time. Moreover, the arrival of this He Yuelian was also guided by Yang Jian, so he also tried Take a look and see if you can unlock the secrets hidden in this woman.

soon.

Sun Rui came to a wall.

There was nothing on the walls except a few lights shining on them.

But the next moment.

boom!

There was a sound of landing, and a huge oil painting fell from nowhere and landed right in front.

The oil painting is a bit old, with a building painted on it.

It was an old building from the Republic of China period. There were three words written on the entrance of the building: Ghost Post Office.

"The person you are looking for is in this oil painting." Sun Rui said, "If you have the courage, go in and find Zhang Xianguang yourself."

"Can this painting go in?" He Yuelian felt incredible, as if listening to a fairy tale.

Sun Rui said: "You will know if you can go in and try it yourself."

Although He Yuelian was nervous and uneasy, she felt that she had found this place and met Sun Rui, and she could never back down at this time.

"Okay, then I'll give it a try."

He Yuelian carefully stretched out her hand and touched the oil painting in front of her.

As soon as she made contact, something incredible happened. Her hand slowly sank into the oil painting, and a palm appeared on the oil painting, but that palm was not as real as if it were drawn in an oil painting.

"So that's it." He Yuelian was surprised, but she already understood what was going on.

Immediately, she gritted her teeth and took a step forward.

His body was quickly swallowed up by the huge oil painting in front of him.

Soon He Yuelian disappeared from sight and successfully entered the oil painting.

This is the ghost post office in the world of oil painting.

Although it is not as dangerous as the real ghost post office, Sun Rui knows that in the world of oil paintings, there are not only the portraits left by the previous messengers, but also the ghosts imprisoned in the oil paintings.

It is actually very dangerous for He Yuelian to enter it as an ordinary person.

But Sun Rui was also more considerate, so he chose the safest oil painting for her instead of directly choosing the Xian Guang oil painting.

Because he couldn't let He Yuelian go to see Zhang Xianguang alone.

Who knows what Zhang Xianguang would do if he saw He Yuelian, even if he took action directly.

So he arranged for He Yuelian to meet at the ghost post office in the oil painting world, where not only Zhang Xianguang was alone, but also couriers from other post offices.

He Yuelian came to the door of the Ghost Post Office in the Oil Painting World.

"The building here is exactly the same as the one outside, but the decoration style has been changed. It seems that this should be the original appearance of this place, but it is really incredible. I actually came to the world in the painting."

He Yuelian's body trembled slightly, and she couldn't tell whether it was fear or excitement.

Because He Yuelian has now begun to come into contact with the weird scenes in the supernatural circle, and all this has already subverted her knowledge.

"An ordinary person can actually come here. It seems that there is a lot of peace outside after changing the administrator. Hey, little girl, what are you doing here?" A voice suddenly sounded.

He Yuelian was startled. She looked for the sound, but she saw a man in old clothes walking towards this side numbly with a dead face with blackened face and sunken eyes.

The world of oil painting is interconnected.

This is a person in another painting.

This person is obviously also a portrait of the messenger left behind by the ghost post office.

"I, I'm here to look for someone, someone named Zhang Xianguang. Is your name Zhang Xianguang?" He Yuelian asked cautiously.

"Zhang Xianguang? Hey, no wonder this guy is clinging to death. It turns out there is such a young girl outside who remembers him." The man with the dead face sneered.

In the world of oil painting, everyone's existence is not permanent. Once forgotten by people outside, they will disappear here and die completely.

"That guy is inside, you go in." The man pointed and did not do anything to He Yuelian.

"Thank you."

He Yuelian did not dare to stay here for a long time, nor did she dare to talk to this person who looked exactly like a dead person. After thanking him, he immediately entered the ghost post office in the world of oil painting.

Once inside.

Many people in the lobby of the ghost post office looked at her.

"An ordinary woman? Who is she and why did she come here?"

"Ordinary woman? Are you blind? This person's appearance is very extraordinary. He is so perfect that he has almost no flaws. A living person will never be able to do this. This guy is a product of the supernatural."

"Can ordinary people now enter and leave the ghost post office at will?"

"She seems to be looking for someone. Is someone's descendant here to look for her? Does anyone know her and won't come forward to talk about the past?"

A group of messengers from the old days started chatting with each other one by one.

"She's here to see Zhang Xianguang." At this time, the man with a dead face outside came in and added.

immediately.

The crowd's eyes all looked to the side.

There was a small table there, and two people were sitting in front of it, playing chess seriously.

One of them was wearing a Chinese tunic suit and had a bookish air, like a teacher. The other one actually looked 78% similar to Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian, Mr. Yang, is it you? You are here too." He Yuelian became a little happy.

The man who looked similar to Yang Jian said slowly, without raising his head, "I am not Yang Jian."

Zhang Xianguang on the side immediately showed a bit of shock and stared at He Yuelian.

Obviously he knew He Yuelian.

No.

He must have recognized her face.

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