Mysterious recovery

"Didn't bring the weapon in? Do you think the weapon can't be brought in the oil painting?" Wang Yong said in a low voice.

Li Yangdao: "Let's ignore this matter for now. The most important thing now is how dangerous is the old man in the oil painting? Does he need support? If necessary, we will also go into the painting."

The others looked at the spear standing on the ground, and at Yang Jian in the painting.

"Look at the situation first, and be ready to make a move at any time." Wang Yong said.

Right now everyone is a group, so it is natural to unite.

now.

The situation in the oil painting changed again. Yang Jian, who entered the oil painting, confronted the old man. The old man who raised his ax to cut down was unexpectedly grabbed by the arm by a tall black shadow behind Yang Jian.

The ax couldn't cut, but the old man was backing away.

Seems to be fleeing.

No.

wrong.

Yang Jian's figure in the oil painting was also moving a little uncontrollably, as if he was about to be dragged to an unknown place by the old man.

"After entering the oil painting, I am at a disadvantage." Zhou Ze observed for a while, and then said.

"Go in and have a look."

Wang Yong said, and then walked forward without saying a word, getting close to the oil painting, his figure gradually submerged in it.

Zhong Yan, Brother Long, and Zhou Ze beside him were all taken aback.

Are you all that brave?

Not afraid at all?

They didn't know that after Wang Yong understood the current situation outside and Yang Jian's identity, he already understood what he should do.

This is not bravery.

It is a united front that requires solidarity and cooperation.

If you don't actively stand up when you encounter danger, you can imagine the final result.

Li Yang didn't move when he saw this, he needed to stay outside to guard against accidents.

The other couriers joined later and were not so trustworthy. He needed to be on guard, and also needed to keep this supernatural weapon outside so that it would not be stolen.

Among oil paintings.

Yang Jian is now in a relatively cramped room, the room is surrounded by walls, one wall is a window, but the other wall is a painting.

The scene in the painting was actually the scene inside the post office.

The people in the oil painting are looking at them, and they are also looking at the people in the oil painting.

This may seem odd.

However, Yang Jian's attention is not on this right now, but staring at the old man. This old man is actually not old, but he feels very strange, cold and terrifying, and has an unreal feeling. The ghost paintings encountered are average.

It's just that this old man is not as fierce as Gui Hua.

now.

The two were fighting, and Yang Jian's ghost image and ghost hands grabbed the old man, trying to subdue him and suppress him, but obviously the suppression was not successful enough, and the old man was still able to move.

The old man dragged Yang Jian out of the room and walked towards a black door.

It is so powerful that it is irresistible.

But Yang Jian couldn't let go. The old man was still holding an ax in his hand. If he was hit, he didn't know what would happen.

"What kind of existence is in the oil painting? Is it a person or a ghost?" This idea popped up in his mind.

At this moment, however, the deadlock was broken.

Wang Yong actually infiltrated from the post office, and also came to the world in this oil painting.

"I'll help you." Wang Yong glanced at the situation and rushed up immediately.

"Take the ax in his hand." Yang Jian said immediately.

Wang Yong immediately reached out and grabbed the axe, trying to fight for it. The old man with a dark and sinister face suddenly shook his arm, broke free from the shackles of the ghost for a short time, and slashed at him.

But the next moment.

A ghost appeared in front of Wang Yong. The ghost stood in front of him, blocking the attack of the axe.

But a huge gash was torn in the Li Gui's body, and it couldn't even recover.

"Dare to do it?"

Yang Jian seized this opportunity, and the ghost immediately cooperated with the ghost to grab the other arm of the old man.

The suppression of the ghost hand cooperated with the removal of the ghost shadow, and the old man's arm was removed like a building block.

Seeing this, the old man didn't say a word, he turned around and ran, quickly pushed open the black door and quickly walked away.

"Don't chase." Yang Jian warned.

Wang Yong didn't go after him, he was afraid, because that ax split even a ghost, if he chased rashly, he might be killed instead.

"It would be great if I could take off the hand holding the axe." He then said with some regret.

Yang Jiandao: "This old thing is in Yinren, he kept his hand, and he was baiting me. After you appeared, he had to attack you, otherwise the ax was reserved for me, but I also kept my hand, and I was also guarding against it." he."

After speaking, he touched his forehead.

Ghost eyes can be used.

Then he said: "This old man's scheming is enough to show that he is not a ghost."

"But...not human either."

Then he saw the arm in his hand, it was not flesh and blood, it looked like wood, and it seemed to be painted, it was lifeless and lifeless, it felt very strange anyway.

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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 also the first time he entered oil painting.

"No, this is a supernatural space, similar to the ghost domain. 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 are new to 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 go deep into it rashly, you may be trapped inside and cannot get out.

But the clue of not chasing Sun Rui was broken again.

But this time.

Another person got into the oil painting 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.

Zhou Ze was a little surprised when he saw the unusual arm on the ground, as if he didn't expect that there could be people hidden in the oil painting.

"Wang Yong, you stay here, stay 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 way out, 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 acted.

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

Zhou Ze said: "Do you need to make some preparations?"

"You don't need to prepare, just come back when you encounter danger. You are just investigating, not desperately. Why, are you nervous?" Yang Jian said.

"A little bit." Zhou Ze smiled awkwardly.

Can you not be nervous? 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 it connected 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, 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 closed like when entering the ghost painting.

Obviously.

The suppression of supernatural beings in this place is not so strong. Although the ghost paintings are from the ghost post office, there are definitely not many oil paintings like this. If any one of them has the level of ghost paintings, then the messengers of the post office will not live.

After the ghost eyes opened, Yang Jian's sight went further.

He saw the end of a forked road, where there were several trees, and there seemed to be a strange figure standing among the trees, 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. All oil paintings are essentially connected to the same spiritual space. The oil painting itself only serves as an opening window."

"But did Sun Rui really enter here?"

He expressed doubts in his heart.

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

No.

wrong.

Then Yang Jian frowned again.

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

Like himself, Sun Rui wanted to deal with the ghost post office and solve this ghost place. If he came here, he would have only one idea, and that was to follow the fork in the oil painting to find the source and understand the truth.

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

"Which way should we go now? I observed these two roads just now. They are exactly the same in shape, size, and surrounding environment. There is no difference, and there are no footprints or shoe prints on the road. clues like that." Zhou Ze said at the moment.

He observed for a while and came to a conclusion.

And the result is very disappointing, because the fork makes no difference.

"Just follow me."

Yang Jian has ghost eyes and can see very far. He can see the end of the fork, so he can avoid making mistakes, which is a great advantage.

Immediately.

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

Keep going.

A fork appeared again, and the end of this fork was also a strange place with a small area, and there was a figure standing there.

Obviously, that is another oil painting.

After avoiding it, Yang Jian continued to advance along the main road.

There are quite a few forks on the road, and sometimes he even encountered three forks. An ordinary ghost master would definitely have chosen the wrong way, but Ghost Eye can see the end of the fork in advance, so he avoids detours.

Zhou Ze followed behind, gradually convinced that Yang Jian in front of him had the ability to distinguish the correct path, otherwise the journey would not have been so peaceful.