Mysterious Recovery Chapter 1007

  Chapter 1042 The place in the oil painting

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

  This is the first time he has entered oil painting.

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

  He has come into contact with many things like this, and he has long been used to it.

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

   "Do you want to chase it?" Wang Yong asked.

Yang Jian looked at the black door. This door was the only way to leave the hut. The old man opened the door and escaped before, but he didn't know what was behind the door because it was the world of oil painting. , Like the original ghost painting, strange and unknown.

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

  But the clue to not chasing Sun Rui broke again.

   But this time.

  Another person walked into the oil painting and appeared in this cabin.

  The person who came in was Zhou Ze. As soon as he came in, he opened his mouth and said: “I'm not relieved. I came in to see the situation. How is the situation now? Has that thing been resolved?”

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

  Zhou Ze saw that very unusual arm on the ground, and was also a little surprised. He didn't seem to expect that people could be hidden in the oil painting.

  "Wang Yong, stay here, watch here, and I and Zhou Ze will go out and have a look." Yang Jian finished thinking and made a decision. He wanted to leave a person to ensure his escape, 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 would not believe it.

  After speaking, he immediately started to act.

  Wang Yong didn't say anything but just nodded, expressing his willingness to stay.

  Zhou Zedao: "Do you need to do more preparation."

   "You don't need to prepare, just go back when you encounter danger, just go to investigate, not desperately, why, you are very nervous?" Yang Jian said.

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

  This can be less nervous. You have to know that you have entered a painting now, and you may encounter danger at any time and cannot get out.

   "Action."

  Yang Jian walked to the black door without giving him time to think, and opened the door.

   The outside is dim and there is no light, but the line of sight is normal, and some things can be seen clearly, but it is not that clear.

He saw a small road, winding and twisting, as if it was going to a certain place. This road was very familiar, like the road into a ghost post office. The only difference was that the road did not lead to the end, but a fork appeared in the middle. , It seems that you can reach another place along the fork.

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

   "It's weird here." Zhou Ze also looked solemn. He couldn't understand this place a bit, and could only say something weird.

   Yang Jian was silent, and walked forward along the path.

   Soon, a side road appeared in front of him. The original path became two, one on the left and the other on the right, but the front was dim and nothing could be seen in the distance.

  But at this time, Yang Jian opened his ghost eyes.

  Ghost Eyes can still be used here, and they are not completely open after entering the ghost painting.

   Obviously.

  The supernatural suppression in this place is not so strong. Although ghost paintings are from the ghost post office, there are definitely not many such oil paintings. If any one has a ghost painting level, then the post office messenger will not live.

  After the ghost eyes opened, Yang Jian's gaze looked farther.

  He saw a shot of a fork in the road, where there were a few trees, and there seemed to be a weird figure standing in the middle of the tree, which was motionless in one direction.

  "Is it a scene from another oil painting?"

  Yang Jian secretly said in his heart: “In this way, every side road here may be connected to another oil painting. All oil paintings are essentially connected with the same spiritual space. The oil painting itself only serves as an opening window.

   "But Sun Rui really entered here?"

  He was suspicious in his heart.

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

Do not.

   is wrong.

  Yang Jian then frowned again.

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

  Sun Rui, like himself, wants to deal with the ghost post office and solve this ghost place. If he enters here, he must have only one idea, which is to follow the fork in the oil painting to find the source and understand the truth.

"So, I shouldn't be lured by the side roads, but I should find a way to avoid all side roads and find a real way. Only in this way can I meet Sun Rui on the road." Yang Jian immediately felt something after a brief thought. Enlightenment.

"Which way should we go now? I just observed the two roads. No matter the shape, size, or surrounding environment is the same, there is no difference, and there are no footprints or shoe prints on the road. Such clues." Zhou Ze said at the moment.

  He observed for a while and came to a conclusion.

  And the result is very disappointing, because there is no difference between the roads.

   "Just follow me."

  Yang Jian has ghost eyes and he can see far away. He has seen the end of the fork, so he can avoid being wrongly selected. This is a very big advantage.

  Immediately.

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

   Keep going.

  The fork road reappeared. The end of the fork road is also a strange place. The area is small, and there is a figure standing there.

  Obviously, that is another oil painting.

  After avoiding Yang Jian, continue on the main road.

  There are not many forks on the road. Sometimes he even encounters three forks. If the average ghost driver has definitely chosen the wrong way, the ghost eye can see the end of the fork in advance, so he avoids making detours.

  Zhou Ze followed, and gradually became convinced that Yang Jian in front of him had the ability to distinguish the correct path, otherwise it would be impossible to be so peaceful along the way.

  However, after walking a long way, Yang Jian stopped again.

  Because the road ends.

  Yang Jian's ghost 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 spiritual force interfering.

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

  The answer in his mind is biased towards the latter.

  This main road is also a fork in an oil painting.

  So there is no main road.

  No matter which way you go, you will encounter obstacles.

   “There is another possibility. The real road is hidden behind a certain painting. One of the paintings can find the right path to the source.” Yang Jian continued to move forward with this idea.

Zhou Ze, who was on the side of   , was not far away, and his sight was severely damaged in the dim surrounding area, but soon he also saw a small house in front of the road.

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

  Yang Jian ignored it, but went straight to the front of the cottage and opened the door.

  However, it is strange.

  There is a mess in the hut, but there is no strange sound, which means that this oil painting is not a character oil painting, but an object oil painting.

   "I remember this painting. I saw it on the fifth floor." Yang Jian suddenly, with one eye, saw something in the cabin.

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

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

After    got his hands, there were already three corpse fragments in his hands.

  There is another in room 501.

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

   "Good, good."

  Zhou Ze nodded, and after looking at it, he felt a little bit oozing, but he still didn't dare to leave it. He just put it in the backpack behind him.

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

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

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

The winding road    seems to lead to an unknown place.

   And the dimness has worsened, and Yang Jian's ghost eyes can't see the end.

  "Go ahead." He groaned for a while, not wanting to look 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 concerns.

Yang Jian said: "What can you do when you go back, do you want to send the letter? That is just a way to die. The road here may be a way to survive. I have been thinking before, why the post office will leave so many Oil painting? Why are so many messengers not investigating such obvious clues."

  "Danger, unknown, let the messenger stop. No one is investigating here, so no one knows what is behind the painting."

   "I think Sun Rui also 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 is very decisive, and his pace hastened, because there is no danger on the road, so there is no need to waste time.

  Zhou Ze had no choice but to continue to follow. He was just running errands anyway and had no choice.

  The two continue to move along the path.

The fork on the    road is obviously smaller, and after walking for a while, Yang Jian no longer sees the fork, but a special main road.

  At least Yang Jian feels this way.

   Still walking.

  The ghost eyes of Yang Jian finally saw lights flickering in the distance, and a building was looming in the dim environment.

  Continue to approach.

  The light became 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.

  "This is the Ghost Post Office?" Yang Jian was shocked at this moment. He found the source along the main road that turned out to be the Ghost Post Office.

  Ghost post office in oil painting?

Or.

  This is the real ghost post office?

   Doubts, puzzles, surprises.

   "Keep up." Yang Jian ran up, his speed was very fast, and he went straight to the ghost post office at the end of the road.

The closer   , the clearer the ghost post office.

  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 bit suspicious, whether he was in the real post office or the post office in the painting.

  Sister Hong once said that the Ghost Post Office is a bureau.

  The person in the game will never be able to 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 are on in the ghost post office, and the yellow light illuminates the lobby on the first floor, and there seems to be people walking around inside.

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

   "No, there is still a ghost post office here?" Zhou Ze was also taken aback by the scene before him.

  Yang Jian's face changed: "There are people inside. I'm not sure it's a person, but the old thing holding an axe is in the post office. You'd better be prepared. I'll go in and take a look."

  It's impossible to get to this point without taking a look.

  He feels that the secret of the post office is here. After entering the ghost post office in the oil painting, many things may be able to get a reasonable explanation.

   "Don't mind, I will recognize it if I die here." Zhou Ze took a deep breath.

  He will never discover this secret if he doesn't come here today.

  Immediately.

  Yang Jian opened the door of the Ghost Post Office, but as soon as he opened the door, an axe struck his forehead in front of him.

"Again?"

  The next moment, his ghost figure and ghost hand directly grabbed the man's arm and blocked the axe.

  Sure enough.

  It was the old man who started his hand, his face turned dark and sulky, but he only had one arm left, and the other arm was removed by Yang Jian before.

  "Go away~www.mtlnovel.com~ Yang Jian stretched out his leg and kicked the old thing directly away, and at the same time lost the axe that took him away.

  The old man who had lost an arm seemed to be greatly reduced in terror. He couldn't confront Yang Jian head-on, so he fell into the wind and was kicked into the distance.

  But this moment.

  There was a group of people in this weird post office lobby. They turned their heads and stared at Yang Jian.

  Her eyes are as strange as ghosts, but they have some special emotions. There are warnings, threats, differences, and numbness.

  Yang Jian glanced at those people.

  Familiar faces came to mind.

  All of these people are oil paintings. The portraits of those figures are just a little strange, and I haven't seen them in the oil painting on the fifth floor, but they look very old when they dress, as if they have been forgotten.

  It is totally unimaginable that there is such a group of people in the post office here. All of these people left the post office by sending letters on the fifth floor. That's why they left portraits, and they have the possibility of resurrection.

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

  (End of this chapter)

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