Chapter 226 Slow Motion
There is another Republic of China building in the oil painting.
This is the ghost post office in the oil painting.
"Liang Xingyang is here again, and there is someone behind him."
Liang Xingyang opened the post office door and walked into the lobby, immediately attracting the attention of many people.
At this time, there were many dead souls gathered in the hall, all of whom were couriers who had left the post office after delivering the last letter.
“I’m here to see Yang Xiao.”
Liang Xingyang looked around and found no sign of Yang Xiao.
After hearing this, several dead souls said: "Something happened to Yang Xiao."
Liang Xingyang immediately asked: "What happened?"
A female messenger with braids and a floral skirt said: "Zhang Xianguang outside is back, and a dead soul took the initiative to tell him about your mastery of ghost paintings and the killing of the manager Zhang Xianguang."
" Who said that? "
Liang Xingyang's face turned cold.
Although he knew that Zhang Xianguang outside could return to the ghost post office and find out what he had done sooner or later. But a dead soul took the initiative to inform him, which made him a little angry.
The female messenger shook her head and pointed in one direction: "The informer was pulled into a nightmare by Yang Xiao and has not woken up yet."
Looking in the direction he was pointing, there was a middle-aged male messenger wearing a gray gown lying on the floor with his eyes closed, falling into a deep sleep without any movement.
"Where is Yang Xiao now?"
"He was chased by Zhang Xianguang, and we saw him hiding at the crossroads." said the female messenger.
Liang Xingyang's face darkened. The crossroads is a dangerous place in the world of oil painting. There are terrifying ghosts entrenched there. In the memory he stole from Zhang Xianguang, there was information about that place.
It was because of the danger at the crossroads that Yang Xiaocai made Zhang Xianguang give up the pursuit.
He couldn't help but look ugly: "You are watching Yang Xiao being hunted?"
"Are we fighting for him? Our souls died once. Although they will not die in the oil painting, the one in Zhang Xianguang's hand A rusty sword can dismember us and make our lives worse than death." A dead soul stood up and said this.
Liang Xingyang looked indifferent: "In the future, Yang Jian and I will control the ghost post office. I thought you would be on our side."
A young dead soul sneered: "Wait until you successfully take over. We will stand by you on the day of the Ghost Post Office."
Liang Xingyang suddenly became silent, feeling that these ghosts of messengers were half-hearted and needed to be carefully screened after taking over the Ghost Post Office.
He stopped talking and went straight to the middle-aged male messenger who fell asleep after being attacked by Yang Xiao.
A drop of scarlet blood suddenly seeped out on the floor of the post office, and then the blood spread, contaminating the soul of the dead messenger.
An incredible scene appeared.
Under the erosion of ghost blood, the sleeping middle-aged male messenger melted directly into brightly colored dye and sank into the scarlet blood.
In the oil painting, the immortal curse of the dead souls was broken. After being soaked in scarlet blood, the dead souls were eliminated.
Although the middle-aged male messenger was in a coma and unable to resist, the deterrent power of the blood was already demonstrated.
The young soul remained silent at this moment, and was also horrified by this result.
Zhang Xianguang can only dismember the souls of the dead, but this Liang Xingyang has the power to destroy the souls of the dead.
However.
“I have mastered ghost painting and learned how to draw oil paintings. I can both kill him and draw him again. In other words, I can make you die even if you want to.”< br>
Liang Xingyang said this after being silent.
The words fell.
All the dead souls changed their colors.
They are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of a long boring life with no end in sight.
After Liang Xingyang withdrew the ghost blood, he glanced coldly at the dead souls in the hall: "Although we have not completely mastered oil painting, you must make a choice, whether to stand on our side or on the other side. Zhang Xianguang’s side!”
threaten.
The dead souls were silent, and at this moment they understood that the consequences of offending Liang Xingyang would be several times more terrifying than Zhang Xianguang.
Mastering the painting method means that they cannot betray. Otherwise, they will be drawn and severely punished after death.
The female messenger in braids and floral skirt gritted her teeth: "I will accompany you to the crossroads to find Yang Xiao."
With the first person to come forward, the other dead souls He also made a choice and almost unanimously supported Liang Xingyang.
Liang Xingyang shook his head expressionlessly: "No, I will go find Yang Xiao myself. As long as you take good care of him for me, I won't make things difficult for you."
He handed over the clone number one. The messenger came to take care of him and went to rescue Yang Xiao personally. The crossroads were terrifying to the revenants, but not yet a threat to him.
He was not sure whether he could draw two identical dead souls using the dye vat. If you can, then you have mastered a terrifying method of supernatural superposition. For example, through memories, draw the ghosts of the seven elders!
Only the drawing of oil paintings also has great limitations, and it must be done through memory. If you have not seen the Seven Elders with your own eyes, you will naturally not be able to draw the oil paintings of the dead souls through memories.
Liang Xingyang left the ghost post office and walked on a winding road.
Soon, a fork in the road appeared in front of him, and the original path became two, one on the left and one on the right.
The path is winding and winding, and each fork in the road is connected to other oil paintings, just like the world of ghost paintings.
Ghost paintings are the best works produced by the ghost post office. Due to accidental reasons, the ghost paintings were left outside and the ghost painting incident broke out.
Liang Xingyang walked alone on the winding road, while recalling the information at the crossroads in his mind.
There is a terrifying ghost entrenched at that intersection, codenamed Slow Motion.
That intersection area will suppress the ghosts and slow down all movements. But as long as you move carefully and slowly, you can walk safely even if the place is a little special.
But the danger is that there are evil spirits wandering around the intersection quickly. Once someone is targeted or touched by a ghost, the whole person will be blown into pieces under the influence of supernatural power.
The worst thing is that Li Gui’s killing pattern is unknown, because anyone who finds the pattern is blown to pieces.
Every person who walks into the intersection will be slowed down and their movement speed will be reduced sharply. If Li Gui's killing pattern is triggered, he will not be able to escape, so no information has been circulated.
The reason why the dead souls gathered in the hall are afraid of the crossroads is that they don't want to live in the form of pieces of flesh and blood, just like those twisted and strange trees in the ghost forest.
Soon
Liang Xingyang reached the intersection, and walking three meters further was the area affected by the slow-motion supernatural power.
"Although the devil is scary, as long as we find the right way, it is not impossible to imprison him."
Liang Xingyang looked across from the distance and saw pieces of flesh and blood spread on the ground, and there were many Among the dead souls, Yang Xiao was also among them.
At this moment, Yang Xiao stood motionless at the crossroads, without any trace of movement.
"Is the killing pattern just an action? Yang Xiao stayed motionless to avoid Li Gui's killing pattern?" Liang Xingyang narrowed his eyes slightly and used his brain, trying to deduce Li Gui's killing pattern from the clues.
But his intuition told him that things would not be that simple.
If the pattern of killing was so easy to discern, there wouldn’t be so many dead souls afraid of this place.
You must know that every dead soul is a messenger who has delivered the last letter on the fifth floor. Although they do not need to deal with supernatural events, they have rich experience in dealing with supernatural events.
“Let the evil ghost out first.”
Liang Xingyang looked away, and a large amount of blood began to ooze from his right palm, and the ghost boy was released by the ghost blood.
The mirror ghost replaced him and transformed into a ghost boy. He swallowed the blood of the guide ghost imprisoned and catalyzed his growth into a starving ghost.
The essence of the guide ghost is a ghost, which is exactly what restrains the slow-motion ghost entrenched at the crossroads.
Not much time has passed.
The rich blue-black haze is like a big black wave, roaring toward the intersection, and a strange and cold smell permeates the surroundings.
Ghosts invade, supernatural beings confront each other, and some hidden things suddenly appear.
In the middle of the intersection, a rusty street lamp appeared out of thin air, with a faint red light shining on it.
The invasion of ghosts makes the hidden essence emerge. The light red light shines on the intersection. It seems that this is what forms the supernatural area that suppresses movement.
Blocked by the red light, the invasion of ghosts slowed down rapidly, but it was still unstoppable and enveloped the intersection.
“Found it.”
Liang Xingyang's consciousness is everywhere among ghosts, and except for special ghosts that require a medium to appear, it is almost impossible to escape his induction.
The rich blue-black aura condensed, and countless strange figures emerged from the haze. They all raised their hands and shook towards a certain place.
Countless guiding supernatural forces fall from the sky.
Under the red street lights, a large number of dimly colored pieces of meat were piled up, and a bloody hand stretched out from inside.
As the pieces of flesh and blood surged, a body was torn into pieces, as if a ghost that had suffered a major car accident crawled out. (End of chapter)