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- "Is this an oil painting? It's unbelievable, it's like another world." Wang Yong looked around, feeling a little unbelievable.
It was the first time for him to enter oil painting.
"No, this is a supernatural space, similar to the 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 he has long been used to it.
But for those who have just come into contact with it, it will naturally feel very incredible.
"Do you 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 opened that door to escape before, but he didn¡¯t know what was behind the door, because this is the world of oil painting. , just like the original ghost painting, weird and unknown.
If you rashly go deep, you may be trapped inside and cannot get out.
But the clue of not chasing Sun Rui was broken again.
But at this time.
Another person got into the oil painting from walking and appeared in this hut.
The person who came in was Zhou Ze. As soon as he came in, he said, "I'm not at ease. I came in to see the situation. How is the situation now? Has that thing been resolved?"
"Run away, leaving only one arm." Wang Yong shook his head and pointed to the black door.
When Zhou Ze saw the very unusual arm on the ground, he was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect that there could be people hidden in the oil painting.
"Wang Yong, you stay here, watch over here, Zhou Ze and I will go out and have a look." After Yang Jian thought about it, he made a decision. He wanted to leave a person to guarantee the retreat, and then went to investigate the secret of the oil painting.
There are so many oil paintings hanging on the fifth and first floors of the ghost post office, if there is no secret, he will not believe it to death.
After speaking, he immediately acted.
Wang Yong didn't say anything but nodded, expressing his willingness to stay.
Zhou Ze said: "Do you need to make some preparations?"
"There is no need to prepare, just retreat when you encounter danger, just to investigate, not to desperately, why, are you nervous?" Yang Jian said.
"A little bit." Zhou Ze smiled awkwardly.
Don't be nervous anymore, you must know that you have entered a painting now, and you may encounter danger at any time and be unable to get out.
"Action."
Without giving him any time to think, Yang Jian immediately walked to the black door and opened it.
It was dark outside, with no light, but the vision was normal, and some things could be seen clearly, but not so clearly.
He saw a small road, winding and winding, as if leading to a certain place. This road was very familiar, like the road to the ghost post office. The only difference was that this road did not lead to the end, but had a fork in the middle. , it seems that you can reach another place along that fork.
Yang Jian went out, he looked back, but found that there was no small house behind him, only a wall and a door, like a cage at the end of this fork.
"It's weird here." Zhou Ze also looked serious. He couldn't understand this place, so he could only say something weird.
Yang Jian remained silent and walked along the path.
Soon, a fork appeared in front of him, and the original path became two, one left and one right, but the front was dim, and there was nothing in the distance.
But at this time Yang Jian opened his ghost eyes.
The ghost eye can still be used here, and it is not completely unable to open it after entering the ghost painting.
Obviously.
The suppression of ghosts in this place is not that strong. Although the ghost paintings come from the ghost post office, there are definitely not many oil paintings like this. If any one has the level of ghost paintings, then the messengers at the post office will not be alive.
After the ghost eyes opened, Yang Jian's sight went further.
He saw a shot of a side road, where there were several trees, and there seemed to be a strange figure standing in the middle of the tree, and that figure was motionless in one direction.
"Is it a scene from another oil painting?"
Yang Jian thought to himself: "In this way, every fork here may be connected to another oil painting, and all oil paintings are essentially connected to the same spiritual space, and the oil painting itself only plays the role of opening a window.
"But did Sun Rui really enter here?"
He expressed doubts in his heart.p; The road twists and turns, and it seems to lead to another unknown place.
Moreover, the darkness intensified, and Yang Jian's ghost eyes couldn't see the end.
"Keep going." He pondered for a moment, not wanting to turn back, and continued to choose 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 you go back, do you want to send a letter? That is just a way to die, but the way 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.¡±
"Dangerous, unknown, let the messenger stop, no one investigates here, so no one knows what is behind the oil painting."
"I think Sun Rui entered here with the idea of ??fighting to the death, so there must be some secrets here."
After speaking, Yang Jian continued on the road.
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 to follow behind. He was just running errands anyway and had no right to choose.
The two continued along the path.
The forks on the road became smaller obviously. After walking for a while, Yang Jian could no longer see the forks, but a special main road.
At least that's how Yang Jian felt.
Still walking and walking.
Yang Jian's ghost eyes finally saw lights flickering in the distance, and a building loomed in the dim environment.
Continue to approach.
The light became more and more obvious, it was 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 startled at this moment, he found the source along the main road, which turned out to be a ghost post office.
The ghost post office in the oil painting?
Or.
Is this the real ghost post office?
Doubt, puzzlement, surprise.
"Keep up." Yang Jian started to run, 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 eyes of ghosts, this ghost post office is exactly the same as the real ghost post office, without any difference.
At this moment, he was a little suspicious, whether he was in the real post office or the post office in the oil painting.
Sister Hong said that the ghost post office is a bureau.
People in the office can never solve the ghost post office.
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 hall on the first floor. There seemed to be people walking around in it.
Vaguely, he seemed to see the old man with the ax wandering in the lobby on the first floor.
"No way, there is actually a ghost post office here?" Zhou Ze was also shocked by the scene in front of him.
Yang Jian's complexion changed: "There is someone inside, I'm not sure if it's a person, but that old thing with an ax is inside the post office, you'd better be prepared, I'm going in to have a look."
It is impossible to get to this point without looking at it.
He felt that the secret of the post office was here, and perhaps a lot of things could get a reasonable explanation after entering the ghost post office in the oil painting.
"Don't worry, I'll admit it if I die here." Zhou Ze took a deep breath and said.
If he didn't come here today, he would never discover this secret.
Immediately.
Yang Jian opened the door of the ghost post office, but just as he opened the door, an ax fell towards his forehead.
"Again?"
The next moment, his ghost image cooperated with the ghost hand to directly grab the man's arm, blocking the axe.
Sure enough.
It was the old man who made the move, his face was dark and extremely sinister, but he only had one arm left, and the other arm was removed by Yang Jian before.
"Go away." Yang Jian stretched out his leg and kicked the old thing flying, and at the same time took away his axe.
The old man who lost an arm seemed to be less frightened, unable to confront Yang Jian head-on, he was directly at a disadvantage and was kicked into the distance.
However at this moment.
In this weird post office lobby, a group of people turned their heads and stared at Yang Jian.
That gaze was as strange as a ghost, but it also carried some special emotions. There were warnings, threats, surprises, and numbness
Yang Jian glanced at those people.
Familiar faces came to mind.
These people are all the portraits of the characters in the oil paintings It's just that they are very strange, and I haven't seen them in the oil paintings on the fifth floor, but their clothes look 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. All of these people left the post office by delivering letters on the fifth floor, so they left portraits and have the possibility of resurrection.
Now that I think about it carefully, the things hidden behind here are not simple. The post office seems to be a huge trap. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)sp; That gaze is as strange as a ghost, but with some special emotions, there are warnings, threats, surprises, and numbness
Yang Jian glanced at those people.
Familiar faces came to mind.
These people are all the portraits of the characters in the oil paintings It's just that they are very strange, and I haven't seen them in the oil paintings on the fifth floor, but their clothes look 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. All of these people left the post office by delivering letters on the fifth floor, so they left portraits and have the possibility of resurrection.
Now that I think about it carefully, the things hidden behind here are not simple. The post office seems to be a huge trap. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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