Chapter 285 People in the post office in the painting
The ghost post office in the oil painting?
Still.
Is this the real ghost post office?
However, this weird thing did not stop Lin Yuanqing. He had a hunch that there might be some surprises for him here!
Lin Yuanqing's steps became a little faster, but Chu Huachao now had to trot to keep up with him.
The closer you get, the clearer the ghost post office becomes.
And under the ghost's eyes, this ghost post office is exactly the same as the real ghost post office, without any difference.
After running for a while, they stood in front of the gate of the ghost post office.
The lights were on in the ghost post office, and the yellow light illuminated the lobby on the first floor, and there seemed to be figures walking inside.
Vaguely, he seemed to be able to see a "person" holding an ax wandering in the lobby on the first floor.
“No, there is a ghost post office here?” Chu Huachao was also shocked by the scene in front of him.
He was just a newbie who controlled a ghost. This kind of scene should not be what he had to experience.
"Captain Lin, there is a ghost inside." Chu Huachao's shocked eyes glanced around, and he quickly pointed at the wandering figure and shouted.
Lin Yuanqing ignored him completely. Since he was here, he definitely wanted to go in and take a look.
Immediately.
Lin Yuanqing opened the door of the Ghost Post Office, but as soon as he opened the door, an ax struck him in the head.
Frowning, Lin Yuanqing took a step back slightly. At the same time, a black shadow under his feet quickly rushed forward. When it came into contact with the figure, his suppression ability was activated.
In an instant, the ax stopped less than thirty centimeters away from Lin Yuanqing.
At this time, the two of them saw what the figure in front of them looked like. He was an old man, about sixty years old. His face was abnormally pale, but seemed to have a strange ruddy color.
At this moment, he was looking at Lin Yuanqing with a shocked expression, and he was still making chopping movements in his hands.
It is worth noting that the ax in his hand is very strange. The ax looks like one used for chopping firewood in rural areas. The ax head is red and the ax handle is black. The colors form a clear contrast, which is particularly eye-catching. .
Lin Yuanqing controlled the ghost to penetrate into his body and was about to ask questions.
But at this moment.
There was a group of people in this weird post office hall, turning their heads and staring at Lin Yuanqing.
Their clothes seemed to have been the same for several years, more than ten years, or even decades. They were all different, and they didn't seem to be alive. There were weird looks in their eyes.
The eyes were as strange as those of ghosts, but they also carried some special emotions. There were warnings, threats, differences, and numbness.
"Captain Lin, they are the ones here. In the first prediction, it was you who they attacked secretly." Chu Huachao said softly at this time.
But it was extremely quiet just now, and the people inside were not ordinary people. After hearing this, the expressions on their faces changed.
This passage reveals a lot of information, such as sneak attack!
With so many of them, if a sneak attack is needed, how strong must this person be?
Lin Yuanqing's face was a bit colder, but these people were not evil ghosts, because he could read madness and fear in some people's eyes!
Real ghosts will not have these emotions of living people.
Lin Yuanqing stretched out his hand, and the old man next to him handed him the ax in his hand naturally, but thinking about the scene just now, this moment seemed very strange.
"Who are you?" Lin Yuanqing asked calmly, holding an ax in one hand.
Seeing this strange scene, the people in the hall seemed to have more fear in their eyes.
But Lin Yuanqing found that what they saw more was madness, as if they were not afraid of his revealed abilities.
“After so many years, I didn’t expect that a messenger would finally take the initiative to set foot in this place.” A voice sounded from the crowd.
Lin Yuanqing turned his head and spoke to a man who looked like he was in his early thirties. This man’s hair was neatly combed and he was neatly dressed. However, his appearance and dressing style were incompatible with modern times. He had been wearing it for at least several decades. It's history.
"Who are you?" The man's eyes turned, numb and dull, like a ghost.
"I am not a so-called messenger." Lin Yuanqing said lightly.
The man paused for a long time, he seemed silent, and then said: "I am Zhang Xianguang, a dead person."
"What is the difference between here and outside?" Lin Yuanqing Pointing to the post office in the painting, he asked. It was necessary to know more information.
Zhang Xianguang's eyes flickered and he said: "This is a supernatural cage. All the imprisoned are us, those who are neither human nor ghosts. Living people dare not set foot in it."
"Fifth floor The courier can leave the post office after delivering three letters, and only those who leave the post office will leave their own oil paintings in the post office. So, do the people in the oil paintings also have independent consciousness? ”
"Those are really a bunch of pitiful guys." Lin Yuanqing mocked lightly.
His eyes wandered slightly, and he could sense that several of these people could pose a threat to him. He could better deal with them by targeting these people first.
"Oh, yes, they are just poor people." Zhang Xianguang laughed self-deprecatingly and said: "Our lives will always be fixed at the moment when we delivered the last letter and left the post office. Although for the real us we have broken away from the post office, for us we There is no way to escape from the post office."
"This is a curse that can never be escaped."
At this moment, another person spoke again: "To bear this curse is like falling into it. It’s like hell, just waiting for a result.”
"Can you be resurrected?" Lin Yuanqing's eyes were still searching the crowd, and he was talking perfunctorily about these people.
He didn't know why these people talked so much, but it was undoubtedly something that was beneficial to him.
Someone else answered: "Yes, it is resurrection. After the messenger on the fifth floor delivers the last letter, he can choose to let one of the people here walk out of the oil painting world and be completely resurrected, but at the cost of that The messenger will lose the opportunity to leave the post office and return to the first floor to deliver the letter again, over and over again, endlessly."
"No one will waste the opportunity to resurrect an irrelevant person, so we are destined to have no way to escape. We can only live and die with the post office," Zhang Xianguang said.
"Are they all relying on the consciousness of supernatural beings? So from the establishment of the post office to now, all the messengers leaving the fifth floor have backups here?" Lin Yuanqing has now found a person who can pose a threat to him People.
It was a man. He was sitting in the corner. His eyes were not looking here. He looked a little dazed, but Lin Yuanqing could feel a sense of threat from him.
“Backup? An interesting description, but it’s quite appropriate.”
Zhang Xianguang said: “No, not everyone can exist here, some people will still disappear. Yes, he is about to disappear."
After saying that, he glanced at the motionless old man next to Lin Yuanqing.
"Oh~ will you still die if you just rely on supernatural power?" Lin Yuanqing turned his eyes back and looked at Zhang Xianguang with an interested look in his eyes. (End of chapter)