Chapter 109 The Source of Oil Painting, Weird Dyes
“Zhang Xianguang, what do you mean by this?”
“So what about ghosts, it’s all the same to me anyway.”
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Hearing Zhang Xianguang say that the two people in front of him are evil ghosts, someone said indifferently.
"You are still alive now, which means there are still people outside who are thinking about you, right? Do you really want this ghost to seize the supernatural power in the oil painting and become more terrifying?"
Zhang Xianguang heard this and asked the man.
“The ghost painting has obtained the supernatural power in the oil painting and wants to kill everyone. Although I really want to die now, I don’t want my family to be harmed. That would be too cruel.”
Hearing Zhang Xianguang's words, someone who had originally planned to die immediately spoke up.
"I really can't let him get the supernatural power in the oil painting. I still have people I care about in the real world, and I don't want them to die like this."
Deep in the hall of the post office, a man slowly Walking up slowly, he was very young, probably in his early twenties.
However, what is surprising is that this man's appearance is similar to the Yang Jian Zhang Hao has met, but his temperament is slightly different.
He revealed a kind of composure, calmness, and a hidden edge.
After walking out of the crowd, Yang Xiao stared at Zhang Hao, raised his hand and planned to attack him.
Zhang Hao looked at these people at this time. It was not that he had no intention of attacking them. In fact, he had already launched an attack.
He wanted to see if he could directly use ghost paintings to invade these people.
Logically speaking, the person in the oil painting is equivalent to a painting, and should be able to be invaded by the ghost painting. After all, the ghost painting has the ability to invade the painting.
If you can control this group of people, it will be a great gain for Zhang Hao.
The people in the oil painting, regardless of their combat power, just because they can get rid of delivering messages, the weaker their own strength, the more extraordinary they are.
But obviously, Zhang Hao failed. There was an invisible supernatural force in the world of oil painting that stopped Zhang Hao from invading these people. It should be the source of the oil painting.
That’s why these people were given the opportunity to discuss.
"It's useless to me. If that's the case, just kill it."
After Zhang Hao realized that he couldn't control it, he immediately used the Black and White Ghost.
A supernatural being that can make everything lose its color has attacked this place. The ghost post office in the oil painting is beginning to lose its color from the position under Zhang Hao's feet.
The floor, the building, the chandeliers on the ceiling, and even some people close to Zhang Hao were losing color at this time.
At the same time, Zhang Hao stared at Yang Xiao.
The moment he saw that face, Zhang Hao realized the other party's supernatural power, so it was impossible for him not to be wary.
The invisible gravity from the black and white world acted on Yang Xiao along with Zhang Hao's gaze.
Although Yang Xiao's ghost dream is very strong, it is based on the ghost dream itself.
Today Yang Xiao is just a derivative body with 60% of the original body's supernatural power. Under this situation, Yang Xiao was easily suppressed to his knees.
But at this moment, in the black and white world, an invisible figure was attacking Zhang Hao.
It was an attack from the conscious world. If Zhang Hao was unable to resist it, he would be pulled into the dream world.
However, the next scene that shocked Yang Xiao appeared.
His attack was blocked and Zhang Hao was not pulled into his sleep.
In a world of black and white, a man without a trace of color on his body used this moment to hold a white curtain to trap the figure that was attacking Zhang Hao.
This ghost eye has the ability to see those conscious ghosts. Similarly, attacks from conscious ghosts can also be resisted by this ghost eye.
However, this kind of resistance has some flaws, because the black and white world that overlaps with the real world must be in Zhang Hao's sight.
In other words, Zhang Hao now has the means to deal with conscious attacks, but he cannot prevent sneak attacks from the conscious side.
“Die.”
As Zhang Hao’s ghostly ghost unfolded, black and white portraits began to fall from the sky one after another.
Whispering cries came from the portrait, and the terrifying cries continued to superimpose, making the entire ghost post office seem to have been invaded by evil spirits.
"It seems that we are unable to resist."
One of the messengers looked at Zhang Hao with a bitter smile. He knew that this ghost was not something that a group of dead people like them could deal with, but he still rushed forward without hesitation.
No matter success or failure, even if the hope is slim, what if it succeeds?
Moreover, even if they fail, the most they can do is die. After staying in the world of oil paintings for so long, they are no longer afraid of death.
Things of flying stars fell from the sky, trying to hook into Zhang Hao's body.
However, these Felians lost their color just the moment they entered the black and white world. The moment they came into contact with Zhang Hao, they were scattered on the ground like a pile of burned paper ashes.
Someone was holding a shovel and wanted to attack Zhang Hao, but the outcome was not much different from the former. Anyone who entered this black and white ghost world and the supernatural objects perceived by Zhang Hao lost their supernatural power.
Only some attacks with special attack methods that cannot be sensed by Zhang Hao's ghost can really hit him.
But it’s useless. They are dead people and don’t have many supernatural powers. They face a real ghost like Zhang Hao.
These attacks have just hit Zhang Hao, and the supernatural beings are affecting him. But not even a second later, Zhang Hao has already expelled the supernatural resistance that hit him.
The gap is too big, and the black and white ghosts isolate most attacks from the real level.
It can be said that this is a newborn child fighting against its natural enemy that has completed its development. All means are ineffective, and everything they do seems pale and feeble.
Occasionally, there were several successful attacks, but they were neither painful nor itchy.
"Zhang Xianguang, won't you take action?"
At this time, someone discovered Zhang Xianguang standing in the ghost post office watching a show from a distance.
You know, he was the one who suggested dealing with this ghost in the first place.
However, when Zhang Xianguang heard this, he could only smile bitterly.
"I also want to take action against him, after all."
Speaking of this, Zhang Xianguang may have felt that his plan was shattered. He shook his head helplessly and said in a deep voice.
“Actually, I am different from you. You are supernatural beings painted in oil paintings, but I am not. I am a normal living person.”
"Are you kidding? A normal living person? You have lived in an oil painting for more than ten years, and you actually say you are a normal living person? Do you think I am blind?" someone immediately retorted.
“Even a normal ghost controller cannot be immune to the influence of supernatural powers for more than ten years, and it is impossible to maintain the normal functions of the body without eating or drinking. Even if you are an alien, It's impossible to stay in this state forever."
"Yes, so I have another identity, that is, the manager of the post office." Zhang Xianguang said.
“Only as a manager can I stay in the post office forever, stay the same for more than ten years, and blend in perfectly with you.”
As soon as these words came out, I was immediately stunned. Everyone's expressions changed suddenly.
"Don't look at me like that. It's meaningless to say anything now. My plan has failed." Zhang Xianguang suddenly seemed calm at this time.
"The reason why I say it at this time is because I feel that my plan has failed and I have been hiding it for more than ten years. I am just depressed."
Because at this time, the black and white ghosts are all gone. The ghost post office that has enveloped the entire oil painting is spreading towards this side.
That colorless world seemed to deprive everyone of their vitality. Before Zhang Xianguang could even finish his words, the few messengers who were close to him died one after another.
In the end, the entire Ghost Post Office turned into black and white. Except for Zhang Xianguang, the manager of the Ghost Post Office, who survived because of the protection of the Ghost Post Office, all the remaining portraits of the messengers were killed.
Looking at the changed appearance of the ghost post office, Zhang Xianguang smiled bitterly and looked at Zhang Hao.
“I didn’t expect, I didn’t expect that after ten years of waiting, I finally missed an outlier like you.”
“Sure enough, Jiang is still hotter with age. He was right. After all, the supernatural is uncontrollable." Zhang Xianguang smiled bitterly and lost the idea of resistance.
Zhang Xianguang knew everything that the ghost did outside the post office, and he knew that there was no chance of this ghost letting him go.
After all, once he dies, the only person left as the manager of the Ghost Post Office is Tian Xiaoyue, who is neither a human nor a ghost. At that time, the Ghost Post Office will fall into a situation that is even more out of control than what he has done before. Zhang Hao looked at Zhang Xianguang's appearance and knew that it was impossible for the other party to tell him any useful information.
Just let the ghost bride use the ghost painting to imprison him in a portrait.
Zhang Xianguang cannot be killed in the ghost post office, so Zhang Hao has to wait until he leaves the ghost post office before releasing Zhang Xianguang.
"Madam, where are we going next?"
Zhang Hao looked at the ghost bride beside him. Zhang Hao himself did not perceive anything useful in this oil painting world. .
The oil painting has nothing to do with the ghosts in Zhang Hao's body, and it cannot become a puzzle. We can only rely on the ghost bride to find them.
Hearing Zhang Hao's inquiry, the ghost bride took the initiative to hold his hand and walked outside the ghost post office.
The group of people gradually drifted away along the winding path. After leaving the ghost post office in the oil painting for a while, they took a fork in the road.
At the end of the branch road is a sparse forest. The trees are not real at all, weird and twisted, as if they were painted.
The surrounding environment suddenly entered the night at this moment, but there is a moon in the night sky in this place, which can bring light and prevent people from seeing clearly.
Zhang Hao is very familiar with this situation.
They entered the world of another oil painting, and this oil painting was not a painting of figures, but a painting mainly featuring ghosts.
In the middle of the sparse old forest ahead, the soil is slightly raised.
You can see a stiff, dead hand reaching out from the ground and grabbing the sky, as if a person was buried alive, unwilling to die, and trying to crawl out of the ground.
Zhang Hao has no intention of provoking that thing. His main purpose now is to find the source of the oil painting.
Everything in this oil painting became more and more familiar to Zhang Hao as he moved forward.
It is too similar to ghost paintings. The only difference is that ghost paintings can imitate reality and derive buildings similar to reality in the paintings. They can even invade reality after reaching a certain level and pull reality into The world in the painting.
This oil painting cannot enter reality, but it can copy people in reality, and even other ghosts can be painted by him. The people or ghosts painted in the painting are like a Just like a real ghost, as long as someone remembers him, he will never die.
And what is the most similar thing.
The killing pattern of Guihua is to be remembered and seen by others.
People and ghosts in oil paintings also need to be remembered in order to exist.
"Perhaps if Madam gets this oil painting, she will be able to freely create ghost paintings in the future?"
Zhang Hao thought to himself as he walked on the road.
Oil paintings can draw people and ghosts, and ghost paintings can derive ghost paintings, but each derivative requires killing people and invading portraits.
Once the two complement each other, ghost paintings should be able to directly draw derived ghost paintings by relying on the supernatural power of oil paintings.
No, maybe more than that.
Perhaps, even the horror level of the derived ghost paintings may be greatly improved, reaching a level that is 50% to 60% supernatural than the original ghost painting.
While thinking, Zhang Hao and the Ghost Bride quickly entered another fork in the road.
The soil on the ground here is soft and cold, and you feel like you are about to sink in when you step on it. There are many strange trees around.
He looked at those twisted strange trees, and saw a twisted and blurred human face on those strange trees. These faces were intertwined with the texture of the tree trunks, which looked very strange.
Continuing to move along this winding path, they soon encountered a fork in the road, one on the left and one on the right, and they didn't know which oil painting each connected to.
Zhang Hao used his ghost eyes to see through the darkness and looked at both sides of the road.
The scene on the left is very strange. There are large vats on the ground, each containing dyes of different colors.
There are black ones, red ones, and green ones. They look very strange, but there is no trace of the ghost.
The scenery on the right is much more normal. It is a small garden, and the flowers in the garden are in bloom, but it doesn't look real, more like a painting.
And there he vaguely saw a person standing in the middle of the garden. Although the figure was a little unclear, he could judge that it was the image of a woman.
While Zhang Hao was observing, the ghost bride was already leading him and walking forward, seeming to notice something.
That's the direction those dyes are in.
As we continued to move forward, the end of the fork in the road soon arrived, just like what Zhang Hao had observed before.
This is an open space, which is relatively spacious. There are large water tanks placed on the open space, but the water tanks are not filled with water, but with various dyes, and the colors of these dyes are weird.
The red dye vat was filled with dye that was as sticky as blood. It was hard to tell whether it was blood or dye.
The black dye vat exuded a corpse smell, and I didn’t know what was soaked in it.
There seems to be something moldy in the green dye vat, and there is a strong musty smell.
The dyes in other water tanks are also weird and cannot be mixed with real colors.
Zhang Hao approached a water tank and took a look. Even the black and white world seen by Shi Guiyan could not penetrate the dye to see the scene in the water tank.
"These dyes should be the source of dyes for oil paintings."
The color of the dyes contained here is indeed consistent with the color of the oil painting.
Especially the red color that is as sticky as blood is even more obvious. This color is particularly charming and cannot be prepared by living people. Only some kind of supernatural being can form this bright and dripping scarlet color.
Zhang Hao looked around and found that there was no corresponding oil painting exit that could lead to the outside world.
Based on normal conditions, oil paintings are just like ghost paintings. Every weird place corresponds to an oil painting, and every oil painting means an exit.
But there is no exit here, but there are these weird dye vats.
However, this dye vat seems to be missing some kind of puzzle piece, which should be a paintbrush.
If these dyes are combined with a puzzle piece such as a paintbrush, perhaps even ordinary people should be able to master the method of making oil paintings after suffering the side effects caused by supernatural items.
However, this defect is not a problem for the ghost bride.
The ghost bride, who complements the ghost painting, is a natural painter. She can easily help Zhang Hao paint the color of a living person on the body surface.
"Perhaps, if I have time, I should look for that painter."
Zhang Hao recalled deep in his heart that the original work showed that the characters or ghosts related to the paintings should also be ghost paintings. Painters, and dyes from the post office.
Although according to Zhang Hao's speculation, ghost paintings don't really need the painter to put the puzzle pieces together, but it can be improved a little bit.
"By the way, there is another place. There seem to be a lot of oil paintings in room 301, but I don't know if they are oil paintings obtained from the ghost post office or if Meng Xiaodong has this kind of supernatural power in his hands."
Zhang Hao doesn’t know much about Meng Xiaodong, he only knows that she has the ability to infinitely invade from the past to the present.
Also, Meng Xiaodong’s killing pattern after his recovery is very similar to ghost paintings, they are all memories.
It's just that Gui Hua saw her in his memories, but Meng Xiaodong's specific murder pattern is not very clear.
While Zhang Hao was thinking, ripples appeared in the red dye vat, and then the two people slowly stood up from the water vat.
There was a splashing sound in the darkness of the dye as thick as blood, and a strange human head surfaced first, slowly protruding out of the water tank.
The man who came out of the water tank covered in blood was exactly the same as Zhang Hao, except that this man was red and covered in blood, which was very strange.
Then the water tank was soaking noodles again, and the red dye was flowing out, quickly dyeing the surrounding area red. However, the dye that dyed the ground red did not continue to spread, but slowly accumulated.
Soon, the red dye really stood up like a person. Along with it, Zhang Hao felt an invisible gravity in himself, which came from the gravity of his sight.
Immediately afterwards, another figure emerged from the water tank. The person who appeared this time was exactly the same as the ghost bride.
It’s just that compared to Zhang Hao, this derived Ghost Bride is more similar to the Ghost Bride.
After all, the ghost bride’s wedding dress, hijab, and embroidered shoes are all red.
The only difference is that the ghost bride's hands are fair and flawless.
But the ghost bride who walked out of the water tank had red hands, looking weird and scary.
(End of this chapter)