Chapter 1286 The person who walks out of the oil painting

On the playground of the abandoned Shuangqiao Town Primary School, the top group of ghost drivers in the supernatural circle are currently engaging in a fierce supernatural confrontation.

Just one move is an unreserved killing move, and he is determined to kill the opponent on the spot.

The supernatural confrontation is full of various uncertainties and dangers. If you are not careful, even the captain-level ghost controller will die on the spot.

Just as Zhang Xianguang fought with several captains.

Not far outside Shuangqiao Town Primary School.

However, a few people were watching this place. They dared not get close because the ghost messenger had been led over and surrounded the place, forming a deadly fighting arena. Anyone who approached would trigger the ghost messenger's killing rules.

One of the eight captains did not fall, and it was worth it for Zhang Xianguang to fight for this life. Not to mention that he could kill everyone in one go, even if he fought half of it, the ghost man could solve all the rest. This is a battle without a winner.

An old man with age spots had a solemn face, looking at the area blocked by the darkness.

His name is Zhang Xian, and he is also from Shuangqiao Town. Although he looks older, he can only be considered a junior in front of Zhang Xianguang.

Is this the purpose of him asking me to attract the ghost messenger?It's really cruel. I want to use my life to replace the eight captains in the headquarters. If this succeeds, there is really no one in the supernatural circle that can stop his plan.

Chen Qiaoyang squinted his eyes and said.

Zhang Xian said calmly: This is the safest thing. The eight captains join forces and fight to the end, Zhang Xianguang will most likely lose.But we can't afford to lose, we can only win, so we have to use this extreme method.

If a few of us join forces, we may not be able to defeat each other.

Chen Qiaoyang said: You also know my methods and will do everything in the face of this kind of prepared battle.

I know, but the other party is not simple, and there is a backup plan. Zhang Xianguang will not bet on this move at such a critical moment, and I don’t recommend betting.Zhang Xian said.

Chen Qiaoyang nodded and said: Understand, after planning for decades, I definitely don’t want to decide the outcome in the final battle, otherwise if I lose one game, I will lose all the game. Since it is meaningful to fight, I have to fight. Now that the ghost messenger has surrounded it, what are we doing here?

He then asked again.

Zhang Xian said: To prevent the plan from failing, let the ghost officer lose control when necessary, increase the number of ghost officers suppression, and give the remaining captain the most fatal blow, so as not to escape at any time.

I see.

Chen Qiaoyang narrowed his eyes and said: No wonder I need to watch here.

They had already lost the moment they entered Shuangqiao Town Primary School.Zhang Xian said: This is the world of ghost paintings, they can't escape.

Then I really have to wait and see how those captains died in the end.

Chen Qiaoyang also felt a little expectant.

Zhang Xian turned his head and looked in another direction: While all the captains were fighting here, they could almost start to act there.

What he pointed to was the Ghost Post Office of Dahan City.

And in the ghost post office.

Sun Rui stood at the door with a cane, looking at the gray sky outside, his brows frowned, revealing a deep worry.

The erosion of supernatural powers is getting worse and worse. Seeing that in a while, the entire city will be shrouded in the ghost realm of ghost paintings. I don’t know if Yang Jian and the others can stop all this. If it’s later, the city will probably be over.

He was very worried at this moment because he was the head of Dahan City.

After being in charge of the city for so long, I can only watch the supernatural appear, but I can do nothing.

But what Sun Rui didn't notice was.

In the world of oil painting.

The real Zhang Xianguang was still staying in the ghost post office. He remained silent, just sitting quietly in a corner, but was silently reciting time in his heart.

There is no concept of time in oil paintings, so he can only make a rough estimate in his mind after Yang Jian left.

This time cannot be too early or too late.

Premature exposure will add unnecessary risks, but too late will affect the smooth progress of the plan, so it is a very critical point to get stuck.

I don’t know when I can go out of this ghost place. I have been trapped here for too long. I am almost forgetting what the outside world looks like.

There was another complaint sound from the ghost post office inside the oil painting.

It is no surprise that such sounds are available every day.

I feel that this ghost painting is likely to be out of control, which is also an opportunity for us.

Chance?I think it's a crisis. If a supernatural incident really happens, many people will die outside.

While these people were talking, someone looked at Zhang Xianguang in the corner.

Hello, Zhang Xianguang, what do you want to do outside?It’s both a captain killer and a ghost painting. I feel like you are planning something big, and what you said just now seems to be hiding something.

I thought Zhang Xianguang would not answer, but I didn't expect that Zhang Xianguang in the corner would slowly stand up.

The time is almost done.

What?

Zhang Xianguang in the oil painting smiled slightly: I said, it’s almost time, it’s time for me to leave here.

Leave here?Zhang Xianguang, are you confused?We are all people who are drawn, not real, they can only exist in the world of oil painting, and they can never leave. Even suicide is difficult to do. They can only wander here forever like dead souls, and they cannot be free.

Someone stared at him strangely, as if Zhang Xianguang in front of him became a little unfamiliar for a moment.

Not like the person I usually know.

Zhang Xianguang didn't say anything, but just walked out on his own.

The others stared at him in confusion, all of which were unclear.

If you don't want to explain, no matter what you want to do, I will stop you.

At this time, Yang Xiao walked out, he stood at the door of the Ghost Post Office, blocking his way.

If you are right, if you don’t explain it, you won’t be able to get out here.

Others also saw Zhang Xianguang's weirdness. After Yang Xiao's reminder, they immediately walked up and blocked his way.

A group of at least a dozen people were all messengers from the fifth floor before. They were not considered top ghost drivers outside, and they were also considered a huge supernatural power.

Zhang Xianguang said: Explanation?That's fine. For the sake of our stay with us for so many years, we should indeed give you an explanation so that you will not be kept in the dark.

But this matter has been a long story, and I have other things to be busy with, so I will tell it short.

Actually, I am different from you. You are supernatural people drawn in oil paintings, but I am not. I am a normal living person.

What a joke?A normal living person?After living in oil paintings for more than ten years, you actually say you are a normal living person?Do I think my eyes are blind?Someone immediately retorted.

Yang Xiao also frowned: You are already here after I sent the last letter. A normal ghost-controlling person cannot be immune to supernatural power for more than ten years, nor can he maintain the normal function of his body without eating or drinking. Even if you are an alien, you cannot maintain this state forever.

Yes, so I have another identity, that is, the manager of the post office. Only as a manager can you stay in the post office and stay the same for more than ten years and perfectly integrate into you.Zhang Xianguang said.

As soon as these words came out, everyone's faces suddenly changed.

The news revealed that it was no less than a bolt from the blue for them.

Are you the administrator of the post office?Yang Xiao stared at him tightly.

Zhang Xianguang nodded and said: Yes, to be precise, I am the third manager, and the Sun Rui outside is the fourth manager. After all, the Ghost Post Office did not say that it only allowed one manager to exist.

Okay, that's the general thing. You should actually thank me, because I have let ghost paintings cover the entire Dahan City and will be successful soon. Once you succeed, you in oil paintings will enter the world of ghost paintings and get out of this narrow place. If you are lucky, you will still meet your former relatives and friends. I believe that your days will not be boring in the future.

Um?

They were stunned for a moment, then they understood, and their eyes suddenly shrank.

You crazy man, want to pull the whole city into a ghost painting?

It’s wrong, it’s not the entire city, but all cities and people. Only by staying in the world of ghost paintings can we isolate supernatural attacks and ensure that everyone lives safely.Zhang Xianguang said seriously and coldly.

I hope you will become my peers, not interferers, but now, it is not the time for you to make your choice.

What if I kill you here?Yang Xiao said with his eyes narrowed.

Zhang Xianguang said: I am the administrator of the post office. I can’t die in the post office, and you can’t kill me.

Then let you fall asleep forever.

Yang Xiao strode forward, his figure gradually blurred and was about to disappear, and a strong sense of sleepiness affected Zhang Xianguang.

Yang Xiao, you are a genius. If you grow up for more than ten years, you can really do it, but you are dead, so now I have to change my opponent to this game.

Zhang Xianguang did not dare to hesitate, so as not to be pulled into the nightmare. He immediately took a step forward, and an exit immediately appeared in front of him, and he walked out of the world of oil painting along this sudden gap.

Yang Xiao failed to stop him, and his supernatural power could not affect people outside the oil painting.

What he said is true, he has really walked out of the world of oil painting.The others were shocked.

Zhang Xianguang looked back and looked at Yang Xiaodao in the oil painting world: When I succeed, we will play chess again.

Subsequently, the exit was closed.

The perspective outside the post office was cut off.

now.

Zhang Xianguang appeared again in the first floor lobby of the apartment, and he saw Sun Rui standing at the door.

Sun Rui also noticed it and suddenly turned around and looked at him.

You...you are Zhang Xianguang, you actually walked out of the oil painting. How is this possible?Sun Rui was shocked.

There is nothing impossible, because I am not a person in oil paintings. I can also go in and out of Yang Jian freely.Zhang Xianguang said casually.

What did Sun Rui immediately think of when he heard this: Are you the real Zhang Xianguang, the third post office manager?

If you answer correctly, it seems that you are not stupid, but you are a little weaker.Zhang Xianguang nodded.

But the next moment.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the door of the apartment was knocked open by a powerful force.

A man in his early thirties strode in: The plan is ready and everything is ready.

Nie Yingping, you did a good job and everything went smoothly.Zhang Xianguang had a expressionless face, as if he was expecting it.

At this moment, the man named Nie Yingping placed the huge oil painting in his hand heavily on the ground.

The oil painting was covered by black cloth and could not see clearly, but a feeling told Sun Rui that this is a ghost painting, but it should not be the real ghost painting from the source, but a derivative.

Let's go.Zhang Xianguang said.

He wants to leave here with the help of this oil painting. Only in this way can he not leave the Ghost Post Office and leave here.

Nie Yingping stared at Sun Rui and said: What should he do?He is also the administrator of the post office.

Ignore him, he can't interfere with what we have to do, and now he knows it too late. Even if he wants to stop it, he can't do anything, because I am also the administrator of the post office, and no matter what he does, I can change it back.Zhang Xianguang ignored Sun Rui. He either didn't come out, and he would definitely succeed once he came out.

So Sun Rui's existence is not important to him.

Anyway, in the end, he was the one who controlled everything, not Sun Rui.

Sun Rui's face looked particularly ugly. He held the cane tightly, and the blue veins swelled up, wishing he could fight the other party to death, but he knew that he was no match and he had no advantage in his identity as a post office manager.

Nie Yingping nodded, uncovered the black cloth, revealing the ghost painting.

Zhang Xianguang walked into the world of ghost painting without hesitation and disappeared into the ghost post office.

What a waste, are you worthy of being the fourth manager?

Nie Yingping glanced at Sun Rui, then turned around and left with Guihua.

hateful.

Sun Rui felt powerless at this moment. He understood that he was not the manager he fought for, but was praised by Yang Jian.

However, you will regret your ignorance today. I don’t fight with you because I know that I can’t stop you by myself, but it doesn’t mean I have no way.

He gritted his teeth, picked up his cane and knocked heavily on the ground.

The next moment.

Huge paintings were presented on the walls.

Those portraits were all messengers on the fifth floor of the Post Office.

At this moment, all the messengers on the fifth floor looked at Sun Rui.

Sun Rui had a gloomy face, opened a dark grid on the wall, and took out a huge painting.

The painting is also covered with black cloth.

It is exactly the same as the ghost painting Nie Haiping held just now.

Because this is also a ghost painting, although it is just a derivative.

This ghost painting was sent by Yang Jian himself.

At that time, Sun Rui had already known that Zhang Xianguang had a problem and was investigating him, so he secretly hid the painting at that time.

Zhang Xianguang seemed to be eager to leave and did not care about this matter.

I don’t know if it’s considered a secret or a miscellaneous matter.

I also have a ghost painting. Would you like to enter it to stop Zhang Xianguang?Sun Rui stared at everyone's oil paintings and asked.

Did Yang Jian send the one at that time?Then don’t waste time, let’s go in, we will help you stop Zhang Xianguang.Yang Xiao spoke.

He is a manager and cannot be killed. We, a half-dead soul like us, is afraid that it will be his opponent, but I also want to give it a try and see if there can be any changes.

This guy wants to pull everyone into the ghost painting world, and this is to kill everyone. Although I really want to meet my family, I don’t want to meet them in the ghost painting world. That’s too cruel.

All the dead souls in the oil paintings were excited and had a unified opinion. They wanted to stop Zhang Xianguang, but they didn't want to see his plan succeed.

After all, such crazy plans are hard to accept.

Whether you are sincere or lying to me, I have no choice but to believe you. People like us have already suffered a miserable end. If you don’t want everyone to live like us, in the world of ghost paintings, please help me.Sun Rui took a deep breath and said.

After he sincerely begged, he uncovered the black cloth covering the ghost painting without any hesitation.

He covered the ghost paintings on one of the oil paintings.

Oil paintings and ghost paintings come into contact with each other.

A channel connecting each other is opened.