Mysterious Recovery

   Chapter 1047 Another Yang Jian

  Leaving the ghostly old forest, Yang Jian moved on.

  According to his inference, it is impossible for Sun Rui to go too far, because his ability and physical condition do 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 the other on the right, and they didn’t know which painting they were connected to.

   "There has been a fork in the road, and there is no trace left on the ground. It is impossible to tell where Sun Rui has gone." Zhang Xianguang said: "Now you must either look for it separately, or choose a fork at will."

  Yang Jian did not speak, he glanced at the fork road on the left and right, and soon the scene at the end of the fork road appeared in front of him.

The scene on the left is very strange. On the ground, there is a big jar. Each outline contains dyes of different colors. There are black, red, and green. It looks very strange, but there are no traces of ghosts. I don’t know if the oil painting represents an object painting or a ghost painting.

The scene on the right is much more normal. It's a small garden. The flowers in the garden are in full bloom, but they don't seem to be real, but they seem to come out. There he vaguely saw a person standing in the middle of the garden. Although the figure is a bit 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 ghosts. If you separate, everyone is in danger, and you are no exception." Yang Jian said.

  Now it is basically tantamount to facing a supernatural event. It is a taboo to act separately. He will not do such stupid things.

  Yang Xiao remained silent and did not speak. He seemed to be observing Yang Jian's ability to handle things. At this moment, he just nodded slightly, agreeing with his thoughts.

   "Go left." Yang Jian said, and at the same time took the lead in walking forward.

  As soon as he decided, there was no objection, and everyone immediately set off to continue on the left.

   "Half the probability of the road being wrong."

On the way, Zhang Xianguang suddenly said to Yang Xiao: "If you choose the wrong one, you need to take risks. Is the person you are waiting for is slightly reckless? He can bring that painting and guide the ghost post office to a completely different path. NS?"

Yang Xiao glanced at it, "Whether right or wrong is important? That's a mediocre idea. No one will never make mistakes for a lifetime, and no one will know the outcome of the matter from the beginning. Decisiveness is the most important thing. The road may be wrong, so why should someone else choose it? Why not choose it yourself?"

  "He is a leader, not a follower."

  Zhang Xianguang said: "It looks like you have high expectations of him."

Yang Xiao replied: "I just want to prove one thing and wait for a result. What I can do is over long ago. If he can enter the ghost post office, it means that I am already dead outside, and I exist. It has lost its meaning, it's up to him now."

  The eyes of the two people stopped again on Yang Jian in front.

As we continue to move forward, the end of the fork is soon reached. As the ghost eyes observed before, this is a clearing, which is relatively spacious. There are large water tanks on the clearing, but the water tank is not filled with water. It is a variety of dyes, and the colors of these dyes are strange.

The red dye vat was filled with dye that was as sticky as blood, but the black dye vat exuded the smell of corpse. I don’t know what was soaked in it. The green dye vat seemed to be moldy. The strong musty smell, the dyes in the other tanks are also strange, not the colors in reality can be adjusted.

  Yang Jian glanced at 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 the dyes for oil painting." Yang Xiao observed a little and immediately came to a conclusion.

  This conclusion is surprising.

  But if you look carefully after being spotted, it is really possible.

The color of the dye here is indeed the same as the color on the oil painting, especially the red, which is as thick as blood, is even more obvious. This color is extraordinarily coquettish, and there is no way for living people to make it. Only a certain kind of spirituality can make this bright. Desperate scarlet.

  "I have never been here before." Zhang Xianguang said: "This fork road shouldn't exist before, it has emerged recently, and it is strange that there is no exit to the outside world."

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

  A painting means an export.

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

   "If there is no exit, then it can only explain one thing, these dye tanks are not painted, but real things that exist in the oil painting," Yang Xiao said.

   "No one has discovered for so many years why they suddenly appear here now." Zhang Xianguang said.

Yang Xiaodao: "Who knows, maybe there was an arrangement, maybe someone deliberately laid it out, but this problem can be put aside temporarily, if this is really ghost painting dye, then these dyes plus some magical puzzle , Maybe you can master the method of making oil paintings."

   "Yang Jian, can you paint oil painting?"

  Yang Jian retracted his gaze from the dye vat: "Understand a little bit."

  There are many people's memories 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 mere phantom painting is not enough to imprison a ghost here, nor is it enough to allow so many dead souls to exist. Therefore, it is not possible for a normal person to complete an oil painting alone, unless the source of the oil painting can be known. Everything." Zhang Xianguang said.

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

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

  Yang Jian did not continue to discuss this topic. He did not have the ambitions of Yang Xiao. He wanted to master the production of oil paintings. Now he only does one thing and that is to find Sun Rui.

   circled several dye vats a few times, and finally he stopped in front of the strangest red dye vat.

It is no longer clear whether the red dye is blood or dye. Yang Jian approached the dye vat and immediately reflected his figure. However, when his body moved slightly, he found that Yang Jian in the red dye vat was actually Still standing there, did not move, as if his reflection was left in the dye vat forever.

   Immediately, Yang Jian's face changed suddenly, and he immediately shouted: "All back, away from the dye tank."

  As soon as these words came out, Zhou Ze, who was frightened, hurriedly backed away, not daring to approach, Zhang Xianguang and Yang Xiao also stopped.

   "What's the matter?" Yang Xiao asked calmly.

  But the next moment.

  Ripples appeared in the red dye tank, and then a person slowly stood up from the water tank.

  The thick **** dye made a clattering sound in the dark, and a strange human head emerged from the water, slowly sticking out of the water tank.

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

  "This is. You?" The others were stunned when they saw this scene.

  But a scene that made me feel more frightened 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 cracked a hideous hole, and a scarlet eye was turning, peeking strangely at everything around him.

  Ghost eye?

Do not.

More than that~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then the water tank was instant noodles again, and the red dye was flowing out, and it soon dyed the surrounding area, but the dye that dyed the ground did not continue to spread. Instead, they piled up slowly, and at first glance they seemed to stand up.

  No, it's not like, but the red dye really stood up, forming a red and tall shadow, appearing behind the ghost.

  "What are you kidding?" Yang Jian stepped back subconsciously.

  The ghost is imitating him?

   Not only can imitate ghost eyes, but can imitate ghost images? No, not only ghost eyes, ghost shadows, one hand of that ghost is very bright red, although the color is wrong, it should be a ghost hand.

  The real ghost turned into Yang Jian himself.

next moment.

The ghost in the dye vat turned over and jumped out very flexibly. It was staring at Yang Jian, and it was also looking at the three of Zhou Ze, Yang Xiao, and Zhang Xianguang, but the ghost was still scarlet all over, like a pool of blood, full of blood. An inexplicable evil.

  　 Make up the change tomorrow, go to bed early today.

  (End of this chapter)