Chapter 291 The Unchanged Post Office
“Bang.”
Liang Xingyang threw the coffin nails with great strength, penetrated the body of the terrifying old man, and nailed him in place.
Even though the curse of Ghost Heart has taken effect, and Li Gui cannot move under the influence of the unsolved suppression quota, he still believes that the restrictions of the coffin nails are more credible.
The red light flashed away.
Yang Jian's voice appeared, and he grabbed it out of thin air, took back the golden spear nailed to the dead man's leg, and held it in his hand.
He once again took out a body bag, followed the old routine, pulled out the golden spear, suppressed the evil ghost with his own hands, threw it into the body bag and imprisoned it.
Liang Xingyang was also busy. Li Gui, who was suppressed by Gui Xin Wujie, sank into a pool of blood, and the overflowing ghost blood returned to his body.
Free up the quota of Wujie to suppress the ghosts, pull out the coffin nails, continue to suppress the terrifying old man, and imprison him in the blood of ghosts.
Yang Jian's ghost eyes were still turning restlessly, scanning the surrounding situation uneasily.
The post office hall was now empty, the cold and strange wind blowing outside the door had stopped, and nothing unusual happened around him.
The nine ghosts attracted by tearing up the black letter were dealt with by them. The curse of the post office seemed to have ended, and they successfully resolved the crisis.
But soon.
There was singing coming from upstairs. The sound was intermittent and erratic. It was a bit like Peking Opera and exactly like the tune of a ghost play, but it did not have the supernatural power of a ghost play to make people sleep.
Yang Jian frowned and analyzed: "Where have I heard this sound before? By the way, it is very similar to a ghost play, but the humming tune upstairs is wrong. It seems to come from people listening to the play. , rather than a person singing on the stage.”
"It's Sister Hong who has returned to the ghost post office. She shouldn't come to hinder us. Don't pay attention to her."
Liang Xingyang listened carefully and felt that Sister Hong's humming was very similar to the tune of a ghost drama. But there is no creepy and weird feeling in it, it is like a normal version for a living person to listen to.
"I saw the stairs to the sixth floor." Liang Wensong said suddenly.
He held a black paper umbrella and stared at the wall of the hall, where a staircase appeared at some point.
This staircase ignored the haze and ghosts, allowing him to see clearly.
And at the entrance of the stairs, there was a vague figure standing, waving towards him, gesturing for him to follow.
After Liang Xingyang finished dealing with it, he came over and said: "Become the manager sooner, so that everything here can end earlier."
Yang Jiandao: "If there is a situation on the sixth floor, we will also Can't rush over. Take the scapegoat and be careful."
"I understand." Liang Wensong nodded slightly, returned the black paper umbrella to Liang Xingyang, and looked at the stairs again. mouth.
The blurry figure standing at the top of the stairs waved again, then walked towards the stairs first, hinting to him to follow quickly.
Under the gazes of Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian, Liang Wensong climbed up the old stairs that they could not see, escaped from the haze and ghosts, and disappeared in front of a wall.
“This ghost post office is not only weird about the winding road, but I can’t even see through the stairs.”
Liang Xingyang’s consciousness was everywhere in the ghost, but he didn’t notice anything. The clues showed that the post office could pick him up so easily, which made him a little wary.
There are too many secrets in the Ghost Post Office, and what has emerged is just the tip of the iceberg.
The gloomy ghosts gathered back, revealing an empty post office hall, and huge oil paintings of portraits hanging on the walls.
“Ghost paintings and oil paintings seem to be related to each other.”
Yang Jian’s ghost eyes turned restlessly, and his sight stayed on a portrait, in which a thirty-year-old man A mature man of several years old, Zhang Xianguang.
This man has been planning the Peach Blossom Land plan for decades. Even he respects this opponent in his heart.
After all, even Yang Jian can't guarantee that he can enter the post office twice like Zhang Xianguang, send black letters every time, and get rid of the curse of the post office.
"Who would have known that the ghost post office is actually an unfinished ghost painting." Liang Xingyang said silently in his heart.
Room 601, sixth floor, post office.
“The ghost post office is an unfinished painting. Every manager can draw the post office he wants according to his own preferences.”
Liang Wensong signed in the black book Put down his name.
After managers Luo Wensong, Tian Xiaoyue, and Zhang Xianguang, the fourth manager appeared: Liang Wensong.
As soon as the name was written, countless candles lit up in the small dark room, and oil lamps were placed everywhere, illuminating the dark room.
"The secret of Zhang Xianguang's restart, the five corpse oil lamps, must have come from this room."
Five oil lamps are missing from the wall, leaving only small pits inlaid with oil lamps on the wall. .
He also has the memory of the original work. Although he has not experienced Liang Xingyang's adventure, he can guess some connection between them even if he thinks about it casually.
As the darkness fades.
There are two important things in front of you.
There was a clothes hanger with a black gown hanging on it. There was no wind in the room, but it was still floating strangely, as if it was saying hello to him.
A huge oil painting, which is unfinished, with dye next to it, depicts an old six-story building: the Ghost Post Office.
"The paintbrush is missing, and it was probably taken away by Zhang Xianguang. With the paintbrush, this supernatural prop, not only can you use dye to directly draw oil paintings of the dead messengers, but you can also draw other supernatural items, and even other ghosts. Although Only six layers of supernatural beings can be saved." Liang Wensong sighed.
Ghost painting can perfectly control the weird things painted with dyes. Even if there are only six layers of ghosts, human skin paper and ghost cupboard, needless to say, it can also draw more dead souls and even copy the ones from the headquarters. Twelve captains.
Unfortunately, things never work out.
Trust is sometimes easy to say, but sometimes it is extremely difficult to take another step forward.
But he also knows that some things have nothing to do with trust, but are just necessary hedging.
What's more, mastering Luo Wensong's puzzle is enough to become the top group of ghost masters, but the disadvantage is that you can never leave the post office.
It means that he will be used as a summoning object. When necessary, he can use the derivative painting of the ghost painting as a channel to bring a large number of dead souls in the oil painting to come there.
This was the decision made by Liang Xingyang and Yang Jian after they discussed it.
Liang Wensong shook his head and continued to look at the huge painting in front of him.
“Wang Xiaoming developed a satellite positioning phone, which can occasionally connect to the signal even under the interference of supernatural places. The ghost post office has completely lagged behind the times, and there is no need for couriers to risk their lives to ride on supernatural beings. The bus is on its way to deliver the letter.”
“Mr. The Ministry's twelve captains plan is implemented. The captains are growing rapidly and will shoulder responsibilities in the future. The training system for messengers no longer needs to be retained. Let these things disappear with the wind."
Liang Wensong used his fingers. Stained with a strange dye, the writing that recorded the rules of the messenger was erased. On the huge painting in front of you, graffiti in a modern style will change the decoration of the post office.
At the same time, the supernatural place connected by the black letter paper on the first floor patio of the post office was erased, allowing Tian Xiaoyue to continue sleeping.
The post office only needs one manager.
Liang Wensong continued to graffiti on this huge painting, pulling out the evil ghost hidden on the floor. The dye was smeared into an oil painting, and was thrown into the rich darkness under the post office, using the characteristics of the post office to imprison him. .
"Should this old building be renamed an apartment, a bookstore, or a house of horror?" Liang Wensong thought thoughtfully.
He chose to inherit Luo Wensong's name and also inherit this building, so changing the name seems to have no meaning.
"From now on, this will still be a ghost post office! When I get better at it, I will give this building a new name." (End of Chapter)