Chapter 210 Restrictions on Zhang Xianguang
Yang Xiao agreed to Liang Xingyang’s request without asking the reason, opened the door of the room, and took them out of the house.
The three of them walked on a winding path, but when Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian looked back, they realized that the house did not exist at all. After they left, there was a wall and a door, like a cage, located at the end of the fork in the road.
This winding road is very similar to the road that entered the ghost post office before. It may have been the same way into the ghost post office, so there is not much difference. However, the road in the oil painting branched into several forks, and a door appeared at the end of the forks.
Liang Xingyang looked at the structure here carefully, and there were some similarities with Yinyang Street. The street of Yin Yang Street is the main road, leading straight to the corner and branching off into several alleys. The path to the post office is winding and winding, with no main road. You may have to get lost several times before you can find the ghost post office hidden at the end of the path.
Yang Xiao was silent at the front and walked towards the path.
With Yang Xiao leading the way, they entered a few forks, and the forks became fewer and fewer, and they began to see lights looming on the dim paths.
"You have to remember the road so that you won't get lost when you come back in the future." Yang Xiao, who was walking in front, suddenly said.
Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian were naturally not careless and had already memorized the route in their minds.
"Yang Jian, you are like this..." Liang Xingyang suddenly whispered.
After hearing this, Yang Jian looked surprised, rolled his eyes slightly, and nodded in agreement.
Keep approaching.
The architectural outline of the building gradually emerged, and colorful neon lights flashed around the plaque.
Dim yellow light shines from the window of the ghost post office hall, and there are figures walking around. There seem to be a lot of them.
The three of them soon arrived at the gate of the Ghost Post Office. Yang Xiao opened the gate and led them through.
Someone noticed what was going on here, and soon a group of people turned their heads and stared at them.
There is curiosity, surprise, and anger.
These faces are somewhat familiar. The black and white oil paintings on the wall of the ghost post office hall outside the oil paintings correspond to the faces of these people.
“After many years, finally a messenger took the initiative to set foot in this place.”
“They should not come and see us, so that we will never be forgotten and continue to suffer the ravages of time. Torture.”
"Kill them, pretend they have never been to this place."
"Stop joking, didn't you see they were brought by the nightmare Yang Xiao? I don't want to fall into a never-ending nightmare ”
Where Under someone's gaze, Yang Xiao looked calm, without any nervousness because of the gaze staring at him, and asked: "Do you know where Zhang Xianguang is?"
The crowd was commotion for a while, and someone called Opened the crowd and walked out.
This man is a man in his early thirties, his hair is meticulously combed, but his dressing style is not modern, nor is it the style of the Republic of China.
"Yang Xiao, what do you want from me?"
Zhang Xianguang's face was gloomy and he seemed to be in a bad mood.
The source of the ghost paintings disappeared inexplicably, the Peach Blossom Spring plan had changes, and the decades-long plan was about to fail, which made him depressed.
Yang Xiao said solemnly: "I'm not looking for you, it's him."
Liang Xingyang stared at Zhang Xianguang and walked out from behind Yang Xiao.
"I don't know you, why are you here looking for me?" Zhang Xianguang narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in confusion.
Liang Xingyang smiled slightly and said: "I want to know how to use dyes to draw supernatural objects."
Zhang Xianguang's pupils shrank, and soon returned to a nonchalant look, and slowly shook his head: " I don't understand where you are What can I say? I have been locked up here for a long time and have paid little attention to the outside world."
"You are not the supernatural person painted in the oil painting. You can leave the oil painting."
The voice just said. Falling, one stone stirs up a thousand waves.
"Is it funny? He is not a supernatural person, is he still a living person?"
"Zhang Xianguang has been here for a long time when I came to the oil painting. How could a normal person survive without eating or drinking for many years? The normal function of the body?" Yang Xiao also frowned.
"Yang Jian!"
Liang Xingyang's eyes flashed, and instead of answering the question, he shouted loudly.
The next moment, without any warning, he took the lead and a blur of white ghost spread out.
My vision was blurry, and everything was covered in white.
Zhang Xianguang was stunned for a moment. After his vision was blocked, he suddenly realized the danger and wanted to escape from the oil painting immediately, but was affected by the ghost and failed immediately.
Most of the supernatural power he controlled was placed on the self outside, and he didn't even bring the rusty old-fashioned broadsword with him. With only the identity of a manager, there is no effect in the vague and ghostly blockade.
However, three seconds have not passed yet.
A bright red light like a laser cannon followed closely. Six ghost eyes were superimposed to open the six layers of ghost ghosts. The red light tore through the white ghost ghosts and fell on Zhang Xianguang.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly. Under the suppression of the three fierce ghosts, the six-layered ghost was forcibly opened by him, and suddenly a rusty coffin nail appeared in his hand.
The next second, the coffin nail suddenly disappeared from his hand.
Second second.
The coffin nail appeared right in front of Zhang Xianguang's chest.
The third second.
The ghost affects reality, and the coffin nails penetrate Zhang Xianguang's body and nail him.
Having been nailed by the nails in the coffin, the wood is a done deal.
Zhang Xianguang's eyes widened with a look of horror on his face.
The body could only collapse weakly, unable to move. The body's functions seemed to have opened a gate in the reservoir, and began to drain away rapidly, and the consciousness gradually fell into a deep sleep.
He is a manager and has to rely on the supernatural power of the ghost post office to maintain normal actions in the oil painting. However, due to the nail in the coffin restrictions, it was a fluke that he didn't die instantly.
Managers inside the post office will not die, but as long as they move outside the post office and escape the protection of the ghost post office, Zhang Xianguang will die immediately.
At this moment, Zhang Xianguang felt a strong reluctance in his heart. The Peach Blossom Spring Project has not been completed yet. Is it possible that he will die before leaving the army?
On the other side,
Liang Xingyang showed surprise in his eyes. He walked forward quickly, lifted up Zhang Xianguang, and used the ghost necklace to help him maintain his body functions and keep him awake.
Immediately afterwards, he answered Yang Xiao’s question.
"Zhang Xianguang is not a dead soul, but a manager! You know that Luo Wensong is the first manager, but you don't know that Zhang Xianguang is actually the third manager. The manager will not die in the post office, so he can remain normal in the oil painting Function.”
After answering Yang Xiao’s question, Liang Xingyang asked Zhang Xianguang his doubts. : "For the Peach Blossom Spring Project, you killed Luo Wensong and dismembered Tian Xiaoyue. I can understand this. But you are obviously the manager. Why did you let the ghost post office get out of control? Why did you hide in the painting to deceive these dead souls? What is the purpose of doing this? ?”
At the same time, the ghost necklace flickered, and the deceptive ghost’s supernatural power was affecting Zhang Xianguang.
Zhang Xianguang's eyes were confused, but he quickly woke up and said in an inaudible and intermittent voice: "Use a lot of supernatural events to kill Old Qin in the headquarters."
A man wearing rags The woman in the floral dress stood up with a fierce and gloomy face: "First tell us why you attacked Zhang Xianguang?"
"Even if he is the manager of the post office, you should not take action."
"Kill them, and we will be forgotten."
The crowd gathered around, with malice in their eyes.
None of them expected that the two people who broke into the oil painting would dare to do it in public.
The action was decisive, without warning, and resolute.
Before they could react, Zhang Xianguang was captured like a dead dog.
"You can't do anything, at least I won't agree!"
Yang Xiao first glared at Liang Xingyang, and then said to the dead souls in a low and threatening tone.
The crowd paused and their expressions changed somewhat.
For these souls who cannot die in the oil paintings, falling into an endless nightmare is the most terrifying torture.
Liang Xingyang frowned and suddenly discovered that the other party had not implemented the Peach Blossom Spring plan. It seemed unreasonable to use this crime to explain it.
And Yang Jian stood up and said loudly: "Zhang Xianguang deliberately caused the ghost post office to get out of control and undermine the domestic situation. We are here to arrest the lawless elements on behalf of the headquarters. What problems do you have?"
Oil Painting The dead souls inside looked at each other in confusion. After all, they could not leave the oil painting, and no new dead souls had been born here for many years. They had no chance to contact the information from the Interpol organization outside. (End of this chapter)