Chapter 1042 Familiar people

Yang Jian is standing in front of the post office in this oil painting at this moment.

The door opened, but the first-floor lobby here gathered many people. Their dresses seemed to have spanned several years, more than ten years, or even decades, and they seemed not like living people, with strange expressions in their eyes.

But these people are not evil spirits, because Yang Jian also reads surprise and surprise from some of his eyes.

A true evil spirit will not have these living emotions.

Yang Jian stared at them, and these strange people were also staring at Yang Jian. The scene fell into a dead silence. Zhou Ze, who was following him, was stunned at this moment, with a look of shock on his face.

Why.

Why is there a ghost post office in the world in oil painting?

Why are there so many weird people hidden in this ghost post office?

at the same time.

The old man who had taken away the axe by Yang Jian and kicked it away struggled to stand up again at this moment. He seemed not to feel the pain, and it didn't matter if he lost an arm. A kind of hatred and anger appeared on his vicious and black face, as if he wanted to stand up and take action again.

But he was stopped by another person next to him and did not want him to continue to take action.

If I hadn't made a mistake, all of these were messengers who had sent three letters on the fifth floor of the post office. Although some of them did not appear in the oil painting, their identities were not difficult to guess.

Yang Jian said in his heart, and at the same time, he felt a chill inexplicably.

With so many people gathered together, what exactly should the Ghost Post Office do?

And are these people really human?

Who are you?Can you speak?Yang Jian looked solemn and asked directly.

But after he said that, the lobby on the first floor of the post office was still quiet, as if no one heard what he said, or because it was in a supernatural world, no living people stepped in, and two living people came in a rashly and made these people feel uncomfortable and could not even accept it.

After many years, I didn’t expect that a messenger finally took the initiative to set foot in this place.

However, under the silence of death, a voice came out.

In the hall on the first floor, everyone looked in the direction where the sound came.

The person who spoke was a man who looked about his early thirties. The man was combed with his hair and was dressed neatly, but his dressing and dressing style were incompatible with modern times, and at least it had a history of decades ago.

Who are you?The man's eyes were numb and dull, like a ghost.

Who are you?Yang Jian looked at him and said.

The man paused for a long time, and he seemed to be silent, then said: I am Zhang Xianguang, a dead person.

Yang Jian, a living person.

You can see it.The man who claimed to be Zhang Xianguang nodded slightly and said: Do you know where this place is?

The ghost post office in oil paintings?Yang Jian said directly.

Zhang Xianguang said: This is a supernatural cage, and all of us are imprisoned, and living people dare not get involved.

You should be messengers on the fifth floor, and according to my inference, all of them have sent three letters and left the post office. 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 an independent consciousness?

Yang Jian glanced at him.

If this is true, there will be someone familiar to you here.

That was his father.

Because I saw oil paintings of my father and cousin on Yangjian on the fifth floor, which shows that they also live in this supernatural world.

You are very smart and seem to have understood something.Zhang Xianguang said: Our life is always frozen at the moment when we leave the post office after sending the last letter. Although we have left the post office for the real us, we will never be able to leave the post office for us.

This is a curse that can never be escaped.

At this moment, another person spoke again: To endure this curse is like falling into hell, just to wait for a result.

resurrection?Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly and immediately said.

Another person answered: Yes, it is resurrection. After the messenger on the fifth floor sent the last letter, he could choose to let one of the people here go out of the oil painting world and completely resurrect. However, as the price, the messenger would lose the opportunity to leave the post office and return to the first floor to send the message again, over and over again, endless.

No one will waste the opportunity to revive an irrelevant person, so we are destined to be unable to escape and can only live and die with the post office.Zhang Xianguang said.

Yang Jian looked calm and nodded: So that's it, relying on the consciousness of the supernatural being?It is impossible to return to reality, so it can only be stored in a supernatural place. So from the establishment of the post office to the present, all messengers leaving the fifth floor have been backed up here?

Backup?Interesting description, but it's quite appropriate.

Zhang Xianguang said: No, not everyone can exist here. Some people will still disappear, and he will disappear soon...

After saying that, he glanced at the old man who had used an axe to chop Yang Jian.

Yang Jian’s eyelids twitched: Will you die if you are hurt?

No, people here will not die if they are hurt, but they will disappear once they are forgotten.

Zhang Xianguang said: If no one in the outside world remembers us, then that person will disappear and be completely erased in this world. Therefore, he needs to show his face in the post office to remember and ensure that he will not disappear, because the post office defaults that people who are forgotten by the world will not have the chance to be resurrected.

Being forgotten means death?Yang Jian understood and he thought of the murder rules of ghost paintings.

He had already deciphered the murder rules of ghost paintings.

The first step in the appearance of ghost painting is that ordinary people must see real ghost paintings, and the second step is to recall. Whenever someone recalls ghost paintings in his mind when he is bored, then that painting will appear in your home, and the third step is to fantasy... Never imagine that the woman in the painting will appear, and once you think about this, the ghost in the ghost painting will really come out.

So the killing rule of ghost painting is memory.

This killing rule is terrible and unsolvable, because the more a person is afraid of, the more he thinks about what he thinks.

When Yang Jian realized this, he immediately ignored the details of the ghost painting whenever he thought of ghost painting. If the memories are not complete enough, or if his thoughts are interrupted in the middle, the ghost painting will not appear.

Some people long to be forgotten, some people long to be remembered, so those who want to be forgotten are remembered, and those who want to be remembered are forgotten... If there is hell, this must be the Hell of the Avici. We are just evil ghosts who will fall forever and cannot be liberated.Zhang Xianguang said.

Abyssas Hell?

A smile appeared on Yang Jian's lips: Interesting statement, it seems that it is impossible for you to be liberated.

Why?Someone asked with a cold face.

Yang Jian said: Because I saw you and remembered you. As long as I don’t die, there will always be someone in this world who will remember you, so you will not disappear again and will not be able to be liberated.

Kill him, I don’t want to be remembered, I want to be forgotten and disappear completely from here.Among the crowd, a woman spoke.

She was very young, wearing a floral dress, two big braids, and dressed up old.

As soon as these words were said, they were very inspiring.

Immediately, some people stared at Yang Jian with strange eyes, with an inexplicable ferocity.

Trapped in a supernatural place for a long time, they are neither human nor ghostly, their personalities have been distorted, and they also have a certain supernatural power in oil paintings. With the cooperation, let alone deal with ordinary people, even the top ghost masters can kill them.

Seeing this, Zhou Ze's heart suddenly shrank. He looked at Yang Jian and whispered: The situation is not good. Let's find a chance to retreat quickly. Don't fight with these supernatural characters here.

Yang Jian was unmoved when he heard this.

Although these supernatural people are very dangerous, they are all the elite messengers since the founding of the Post Office. Their understanding of the Ghost Post Office is beyond imagination. If they can communicate with them, it will be no problem to deal with the Ghost Post Office.

If you want to do it, just give it a try.Yang Jian shouted coldly and picked up the axe in his hand.

That axe cannot save you. It is not a real supernatural object, but a painting. The things on everyone will be retained at the moment when the letter is delivered. The things can only be used in the oil painting world and cannot be left. Once you leave, it will completely dissipate. How much power do you think the supernatural object you draw can have the original version?

There was a messenger who smiled, with a little reminder, and obviously not everyone was hostile.

So that's it.Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly: In other words, in the outside world, is there a truly such an axe?

Don’t you think about those things when you die at the end?The woman in a floral dress said coldly.

A group of people took action, and they gradually surrounded them, wanting to attack Yang Jian and kill him.

Although they could not appear outside, since Yang Jian came to the world of oil painting, they had an advantage. Even if the supernatural powers they drew were not as good as those of their lifetime, as one of the top figures in the past, they were still a fearful existence after joining forces.

Yang Jian took a step back, and he held the axe tightly, preparing to fight with the gate as the boundary.

He won't feel scared because he doesn't feel like he'll lose.

You can't do it, at least I won't agree.However, at this moment, a voice came out, and the voice was a little threatening tone.

Those who joined forces stopped all the time.

Their faces changed a lot, and then looked in one direction.

Deep in the lobby of the post office, a man walked slowly towards him. He was very young, about his early twenties. However, what is incredible is that this person's appearance is actually similar to Yang Jian, but his temperament is slightly different.

He revealed a calmness, calmness, and a hidden edge.

Did it appear?

Yang Jian looked at the man with a narrow expression.

Your surname is Yang, so that's it... I should have thought of it long ago.Zhang Xianguang said.

It’s such an interesting scene for the son to inherit his father’s business. How many years have passed since now? Are the younger generations so outstanding?Even at a young age, he dares to get involved in this place.

Many people have already thought of the truth of the matter through their names and appearances.

If you do it, I will never be able to be liberated.The young man said coldly at this moment: I haven’t had a nightmare for a long time, right?Want to give it a try?

We long to be forgotten and seek relief, and death is nothing to us.Someone said.

You will not die in the nightmare, but you will definitely be a hundred times worse than now.The young man said: Some people have tried it, but some have not.

The rest of the people remained silent.

They believe that offending this person is definitely more terrible than death.

Because the person in front of me is nicknamed Yang Xiao, the nightmare.

Even in the world in oil paintings, he has a certain supernatural power in his lifetime.

The young man came over. He seemed very threatening among these people who were neither human nor ghost, and his status was extraordinary. No one dared to talk more about it at this moment, just watching this scene happen.

soon.

He came to the door and faced Yang Jian.

Two people with similar appearances have been around for more than ten years and have officially met for the first time with the help of supernatural power.

He was right, as long as you pursue the answer, you will definitely appear here.He spoke: But this should be our first time meeting. Hello, my name is Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao, obviously this is his pseudonym, because his full name is Yang Xiaotian, which means that filial piety is greater than that of heaven.

Because this is a post office, few people will use their real names to represent themselves, and that's nothing strange.

Yang Jian.He stretched out his hand.

A smile appeared on Yang Xiao's lips, and the two shook hands, and they knew each other's identity very well.

One is his son who will be in the next ten years, and the other is his father who will be in the past ten years.

Supernaturalism creates this incredible scene.

Zhang Xianguang is right, this is a hell of the Avici, so you appeared.Yang Xiao said this: Your name means ending everything, I hope you won’t hate it.

This is how my name comes from.Yang Jian looked slightly moved: Fortunately, I didn’t name Yang Wei, so I am not suitable to be a great man.

Since you have entered here, you must have your own considerations, so what are you planning to do?Yang Xiao asked.

Yang Jian said: Will my words work?

As long as my words work, if you are disobedient, let him daydream.Yang Xiaodao.

That's good.Yang Jian said: I have a decision in my mind, but I want to know about it first.

You will know what you should know.Yang Xiao nodded and said: Come in and sit down, some things should be discussed.

He invited Yang Jian into the post office, and no one dared to object.

Zhang Xianguang said: The situation has changed, it seems that he is right, you can't get rid of it.

Everyone was still silent, staring at Yang Jian and Zhou Ze who were walking into the post office with a weird expression.