Chapter 337 Leaving the wooden house
In the corridor on the second floor.
A blurry figure walked out from the crack in the door, reflected on the corridor floor, and the dim light flickered on and off.
Liang Xingyang's body emerged out of thin air, and his silver reflective pupils appeared real. He saw the scene of the ghostly evil dog confronting the head of the Eight Immortals under the table.
The evil dogs continue to bite many terrible human heads. The supernatural confrontation between the two is at a fever pitch. I believe the winner will be determined soon.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, observing the situation in the corridor, and asked in a low voice: "Have you got that ghost?"
The pillars of the corridor peeled off wood chips, revealing the outline of a rotting corpse.
In a row of gaps along the edge of the wooden floor, countless weird fingers squeezed out from underneath, bending and grasping.
There were silhouettes standing by the windows. The shadows moved along the cracks in the windows and towards the inside of the house. The shadows turned into skinny arms and squeezed in.
Now the situation in the wooden house has become worse. The evil ghosts are constantly resurrecting and supernatural phenomena are constantly appearing. There is no guarantee that the evil ghosts will target you.
Liang Xingyang's eyes were determined. Since he had made up his mind not to imprison the silhouette ghost, he would not change his mind. He nodded and said: "I got it, let's leave."
After that, he took out a yellow card from his arms envelope.
The envelope is old and contains a piece of letter paper. It is very thin and has no touch, but it is real. However, the envelope is complete without any seal. It is made in one piece. To take out the letter paper, you must tear the envelope.
This is the guide to the ghost post office. Taking out the letter paper can lead to the post office and quickly escape from the supernatural place.
Yang Jian had no objection.
The wooden house is recovering, and now everything is unsafe. To go down to the second floor, you have to go through the weird staircase. After reaching the lobby on the first floor, you have to pass over a series of coffins before you can walk out of the door. It would be better to open the road directly to the post office and simply leave the wooden house, the world of the dead, and Whitewater Town, where the supernatural meets, to eliminate most dangers.
The envelope was torn open, a piece of black letter paper was pulled out, and a strange and winding path appeared in front of him.
At the end of this path stands an old building. From a distance, the building's signboard is still flashing with colorful neon lights.
But an incomprehensible scene appeared. The entire road seemed to be severely disturbed and gradually turned into black smoke.
The post office building in the distance became blurred, and the winding path turned into thick fog and dissipated, making it impossible to step on it.
Yang Jian observed for a while and concluded: "We went too deep into the supernatural place, and the ghost post office was greatly suppressed."
"It is easy to go upstairs but difficult to go downstairs. The wooden house is revived and full of dangers. We You can't go back the way you came. That abrupt and weird staircase is a ghost. As long as it changes, If I move, I will fall into another ghost, lost in the depths, unable to extricate myself."
"I'll find a way!"
Liang Xingyang glanced and put his head under the Eight Immortals table. He had a ghostly dream about an evil dog, and he knew that the evil dog was about to control the mutilated human head, so he stopped paying attention.
He took out a mirror from his arms.
This mirror exudes a strong and cold atmosphere, and in the center of the background stands a terrifying ghost figure, who is the dying wishing ghost.
A pair of bright silver reflective pupils stared at the wishing ghost. They had the same appearance and actions, and the white and fuzzy ghosts spread out.
Liang Xingyang’s bright pupils gradually dimmed, and began to be filled with ferocious and sinister emotions, and an incredible cold aura filled his body.
"I said, the road to the post office will eventually appear."
The words fell.
The terrifying and strange supernatural power of the wishing ghost suddenly restrained the dissipated black fog and restored it to a winding and dark path.
The supernatural power affects the distance, and even the post office building at the end of the path becomes clear again.
Yang Jian's eyes suddenly froze, and he saw the post office path that was about to disappear, but it returned to its original state as he spoke.
"Woof!"
The ghost dog wagging its tail, got out from under the tablecloth of the Eight Immortals table, and ran back to Yang Jian's memory.
This Eight Immortals table that did not exist in reality suddenly decayed and aged, the legs of the table broke, the table collapsed, and finally turned into a pile of dust and disappeared.
The supernatural power was stolen and the Eight Immortals Table completely disappeared.
Liang Xingyang took the lead on the road to the post office, turned around and waved to Yang Jian: "Let's go."
Just when Yang Jian was about to leave, there was a sudden sound at the top of the stairs. A voice sounded, calling them: "Hou Sheng, Hou Sheng, wait for me."
Yang Jian's eyes suddenly shrank, because no one was found in the ghost eyes.
"Woof?"
The vigilant growl of a vicious dog suddenly sounded in my mind, and the vicious dog seemed to recognize this person.
Liang Xingyang scanned the corridor with his eyes, changing from a mirror ghost to a wishing ghost. After losing the ability to show the real mirror, he could not find the speaker either.
Yang Jian walked to the post office and asked coldly: "Who are you and why are you hiding your head and tail?"
"I am the one trapped here. I haven't seen anyone for a long time. Please, please, can you take me with you?”
A sound echoed from all directions in the empty corridor, but no one was seen, which was a bit strange and ominous.
"One more thing is worse than one less thing."
Liang Xingyang's eyes flickered. This person only asked for help when they were about to leave, which made him a little conflicted.
He knew very little information about this wooden house, and it would be easy for him to get involved if he took risks rashly.
Yang Jian is also not interested in saving a person who is alerted by the ghostly dream dog.
No one can be sure that it is a human being, because some evil spirits can imitate humans.
Even if the other party is really a ghost controller, judging from how long this wooden house has been dusty, it is difficult to say whether this person can maintain his mental state.
Maybe in one encounter to get out of trouble, he might kill someone with a backhand.
The two exchanged opinions, and then walked on the winding path towards the post office building at the end without looking back.
“Stay, stay, don’t leave.”
As we got closer to the ghost post office, the weird and winding path we walked began to gradually disappear, and the man’s shout gradually became fainter until he could no longer hear it.
The neon lights are flashing, the lights are bright,
The ghost post office!
The two came to the door of the post office again, passed through the revolving glass door, and entered the lobby on the first floor.
“Where did that guy go? I was planning to give him the soul bottle that held the ghost who was missing his right hand.”
Yang Jian observed slightly, and scanned with ten ghost eyes. The ghosts instantly covered the entire building, but Liang Wensong was nowhere to be found.
“Where can he run?”
Liang Xingyang was also a little confused. The post office manager was cursed and lost his freedom. He could not leave the post office for life.
He did not If you think about it, first release the wishing ghost from the mirror space and let yourself become the mirror ghost again.
The blurry white ghost spreads.
Liang Xingyang put his hand on the wishing ghost, and a silvery luster appeared on the wishing ghost and quickly covered it.
The real space seems to be sunken, sucking it in, forming a supernatural mirror.
"Huh? Found it!"
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, shrouded in red light, and suddenly found an old wooden door that had been opened. Inside the door was a rich darkness. Know where the other end leads.
There is a vague outline of a human figure standing in the darkness, and it can be roughly seen that it is facing away.
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