Mysterious Recovery

  Chapter 1043 Familiar people

  Yang Jian is standing in front of the post office in this painting.

The door opened, but the lobby on the first floor here gathered a lot of people of all stripes. Their dressing and dressing seemed to have spanned several years, more than ten years, or even decades. They were all different, and they didn’t seem to be living. People are ordinary, and there are many weird looks in those eyes.

  But these people are not ghosts, because Yang Jian also read surprises and surprises from some of his eyes.

  A real ghost will not have these living emotions.

Yang Jian stared at them, and these weird people stared at Yang Jian. The scene fell into a deadly silence. Zhou Ze, who followed him, was stunned at this moment, with a bit of shock on his face. color.

Why.

  Why is there a ghost post office in the world in oil painting?

  Why are there so many weird people hiding in this ghost post office?

at the same time.

The old man who was taken away by Yang Jian with his axe, kicked and flew out, stood up again, as if he didn't feel any pain, it didn't matter if one arm was lost, and his darkened face revealed a kind of hatred. And angry, seems to want to stand up and do it again.

  But he was stopped by another person next to him, and he didn't want him to continue.

   "If I am not wrong, these are all messengers who delivered three letters on the fifth floor of the post office. Although some of them did not appear on the oil paintings, their identities are not difficult to guess."

   Yang Jian secretly said in his heart, and at the same time felt a chill inexplicably.

  So many people gather together, what exactly will the ghost post office do?

  And are these people really human?

   "Who are you? Can you talk?" Yang Jian looked solemn and asked directly.

But after he finished speaking, the lobby on the first floor of the post office was still quiet, as if no one had heard what he said, or because it was in a spiritual world, no living person stepped into it, and two living people left rashly. Coming in made these people feel uncomfortable, and even unable to accept it.

   "For many years, I didn't expect a messenger to finally set foot in this place."

  However, under deathly calm, a voice came out.

  In the lobby on the first floor, everyone looked in the direction of the voice.

   is talking about a man in his early thirties. The man’s hair is neatly combed and he is neatly dressed, but his style of dressing and dressing is incompatible with modern times, at least a few decades ago.

  "Who are you?" The man's eyes turned, numb and dull, like a ghost.

  "Who are you?" Yang Jian looked at him and said.

  The man paused for a while, he seemed to be silent, and then said: "I am Zhang Xianguang, a person who is already dead."

   "Yang Jian, a person who is still alive."

   "I can see it." The man who claimed to be Zhang Xianguang nodded slightly and said, "Do you know where this is?"

  "Ghost post office in oil painting?" Yang Jian said directly.

  Zhang Xianguang said: “This is a magical cage. We are imprisoned by things that are neither human nor ghost. Living people dare not step into it.”

"You should all be messengers on the fifth floor, and according to my inference, all three letters have been delivered and left the post office. Only those who leave the post office will leave their own character oil paintings in the post office. Therefore, in the oil paintings Do people also have an independent consciousness?"

  Yang Jian glanced around.

  If this is true, there will still be a familiar person here.

  That is his father.

  Because Yang Jian on the fifth floor saw the oil paintings of his father and cousin, which shows that they also live in this spiritual world.

"You are very clever. It seems that you already know something." Zhang Xianguang said: "Our life will always be fixed at the moment when the last letter is delivered and we leave the post office. Although for the real us, we have already left the post office. For us, we will never be able to get out of the post office."

  "This is a curse that can never be shaken off."

  At this moment, another person spoke again: "To bear this curse is like falling into hell, in order to wait for a result."

   "Resurrection?" Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly and immediately said.

Another person answered: "Yes, it is the resurrection. After the messenger on the fifth floor has delivered the last letter, he can choose to let one of the people here walk out of the oil painting world and resurrect him completely, but at the cost of that messenger will lose the money to leave the post office. Opportunity, go back to the first floor and send the letter again, again and again, endlessly."

   "No one will waste the opportunity to resurrect an insignificant person, so we are destined to be unable to get rid of it. We can only coexist and die with the post office." Zhang Xianguang said.

Yang Jian looked calm and nodded: "So, is it relying on the consciousness of supernatural existence? Can't return to reality, can only be stored in a supernatural place, so from the establishment of the post office to the present, all the messengers who left the fifth floor are here. Backed up?"

   "Backup? Interesting description, but it's really appropriate."

  Zhang Xianguang said: "No, not all people can exist here, some people will still disappear, he will soon disappear"

  After finishing speaking, he glanced at the old man who used the axe to smash the Yang room.

  Yang Jian's eyelids twitched: "Will I die if I get hurt?"

   "No, people here will not die if they are hurt, but they will disappear once they are forgotten."

Zhang Xianguang said: "If no one in the outside world remembers us, then that person will disappear completely, completely wiped out in this world, so he needs to show his face in the post office to be remembered and to ensure that he will not disappear. Because the post office acquiesces that people who have been forgotten by the world will not have the chance to be resurrected."

   "Forgotten, is death?" Yang Jian understood, he thought of the murder law of ghost paintings.

  At the beginning, he had already deciphered the murder law of ghost painting.

For the appearance of ghost paintings, the first step is that ordinary people must see the real ghost paintings, and the second step is to remember. Whenever you are bored with the ghost paintings in your mind, then the paintings will appear in your home, and third The step is to imagine that the woman in the painting must not appear. Once you think about it like this, the ghost in the ghost painting will really come out.

  So the killing law of ghost paintings is memories.

  This kind of killing law is terrible and incomprehensible, because the more a person is afraid of something, the more he thinks about it.

   After Yang Jian realized this, he immediately ignored the details of the ghost painting whenever he thought of the ghost painting, the memory was not complete, or the thought was interrupted in the middle, then the ghost painting would not appear.

"Some people desire to be forgotten, some people desire to be remembered, so those who want to be forgotten are remembered, and those who want to be remembered are forgotten. If there is hell, there must be **** here. We are just forever falling. Nothing but evil spirits, there is no way to get rid of it." Zhang Xianguang said.

  Infinite hell?

  A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth: "Interestingly, it seems that it is impossible for you to get free."

   "Why?" someone asked coldly.

  Yang Jian said: "Because you have been seen by me and remembered by me, as long as I am not dead, someone in this world will always remember you, so you will not disappear again, and it is impossible to get liberation."

   "Kill him, I don't want to be remembered, I want to be forgotten, and disappear completely from here." Among the crowd, a woman spoke.

  She is very young, wearing a floral skirt, two big braids, and an old look.

  This is very encouraging.

  Immediately there were many people staring at Yang Jian with strange eyes, with an inexplicable ferocity.

Trapped in a strange land for a long time, they are neither human nor ghost, their personality has been distorted, and in the oil painting, they also have a certain amount of spiritual power, let alone deal with ordinary people when they work together, even if they are top ghost masters. Can also be killed.

   Zhou Ze suddenly shrank from seeing this, he looked at Yang Jian and said in a low voice: "The situation is very bad, let's find a chance to retreat, don't smash with these supernatural characters here."

  Yang Jian was unmoved by the words.

  Although these supernatural people are dangerous, they are all the elite messengers since the establishment of the post office. Their knowledge of the ghost post office is beyond imagination. If you can communicate with them, you will be able to deal with the ghost post office.

   "If you want to do it, please try it." Yang Jian gave a cold face and took the axe in his hand.

"The axe can't save you. It's not a real spiritual object, but a painting. Everything on everyone will remain at the moment when the letter is sent. The thing can only be used in the world of oil painting. It cannot be left. Once you leave, it will It will dissipate completely. How much power do you think the supernatural being drawn can possess the original version?"

  A messenger laughed, with a reminder taste, obviously not everyone is hostile.

   "It turned out to be like this." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: "In other words, in the outside world, there is still a real axe like this?"

  "Don't you think it's ridiculous to think about those things when you die?" the woman in a floral skirt said indifferently.

  A group of people acted, and they gradually gathered around, wanting to attack Yang Jian together and kill him.

Although they have no way to appear outside, since Yang Jian has come to the world of oil painting, they have an advantage. Even if the supernatural power drawn does not possess as much as they were in his lifetime, as a group of top figures in the past, they also let them join hands. People feel the existence of fear.

  Yang Jian stepped back, he squeezed the axe tightly, and prepared to fight with this gate as the boundary.

  He will not feel scared because he does not feel that he will lose.

   "You can't do it, at least I won't agree." However, at this moment, a voice came out, and the voice was low and threatening.

  The footsteps of those who joined hands stopped in unison.

  Their complexions changed a lot, and then they looked in one direction first.

In the depths of the post office, a person walked slowly. He was very young, in his early twenties. However, what makes people feel strange is that since this person's appearance is seven or eighth similar to Yang Jian, but his temperament is slightly slightly different. It's just different.

  He revealed a kind of calmness, calmness, and a hidden edge.

   "Does it appear?"

  Yang Jian looked at the man with a condensed expression.

   "You are all surnamed Yang, so that's it. I should have thought of it a long time ago." Zhang Xianguang said.

   "The son inherits his father's inheritance. It's really interesting. It's nonsense how many years have passed since the outside world, is the back so good? I dare to set foot here at a young age."

  Many people have already associated the truth of the matter through their names and looks.

   "You do it, I will make you never free." The young man said coldly at the moment: "Have you had a nightmare for a long time? Do you want to give it a try?"

  "We long to be forgotten and seek relief. Death is nothing to us." Someone said.

   "You will not die in the nightmare, but it will definitely be a hundred times worse than you are now." The young man said, "Some people have tried, but some people haven't."

  The remaining people were silent.

  They believe that offending this person is definitely more terrifying than death.

  Because of this person's nickname, Yang Xiao, a nightmare.

  Even in the world in oil paintings, he also possessed a certain amount of spiritual power during his lifetime.

  This young man walked up. He seemed to be very threatening among this group of people and ghosts, and his status was extraordinary. At this moment, no one dared to talk more, just watched this scene happen.

soon.

  He came to the door and faced Yang Jian.

  Two people with similar appearances have met for the first time with the help of supernatural power for more than ten years.

   "He is right. As long as you look for the answer, you will definitely be here." He said, "But this should be the first time we met. Hello, my name is Yang Xiao."

  Yang Xiao, obviously this is his pseudonym, because his full name is Yang Xiaotian, which means that filial piety is greater than heaven.

  Because this is a post office, few people use their real names to represent themselves, which is not surprising.

   "Yang Jian." He stretched out his hand.

  A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Xiao's mouth, and the two shook hands, knowing the identity of the other in each other's hearts.

  One is his son more than ten years from now, and the other is his father more than ten years ago.

  Spirit has already had this incredible scene.

"Zhang Xianguang is right~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This is an infinite hell, so you have appeared." Yang Xiao said this sentence: "Your name represents the meaning of ending everything, I hope you won't hate it. "

   "This is how my name came from." Yang Jian's expression moved slightly: "Fortunately, I didn't name Yang Wei. I am not very suitable for being a great man."

   "Since you have entered here, you must have your own consideration, so, what do you plan to do?" Yang Xiao asked.

  Yang Jian said, "Does my words work?"

   "My words will work. If you don't obey, let him daydream." Yang Xiaodao.

   "That's good." Yang Jian said, "I have a decision in my heart, but I want to know about it first."

   "You will know what you need to know." Yang Xiao nodded and said, "Come in and sit down. Some things should really be talked about."

  He invited Yang Jian to enter the post office, and no one dared to object.

  Zhang Xianguang said; "The situation has changed. It seems that he is right. You can't get rid of it."

  Everyone remained silent, staring at Yang Jian and Zhou Ze who entered the post office with weird expressions.

  (End of this chapter)