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After making a wish, Su Yuan put down the pen.

This wish is actually very common and very simple, that is, no matter how he walks, he can walk to the ghost post office in the oil painting without getting lost.

After doing all this, Su Yuan walked on the road boldly and at ease. No matter how he walked, he could always walk to the ghost post office in the painting under the effect of making a wish.

Wang Yong, who was on the side, followed Su Yuan closely. Although he saw his behavior, he didn't know what it meant, but he was embarrassed to ask. Within the time of the meeting, Su Yuan's trust will be gained.

Seeing Su Yuan move forward again, he also remained silent, just followed closely behind him.

Although the world in the oil painting is weird, the ghost eyes can still be used here, not as restrained as when entering the ghost painting.

Obviously.

The suppression of supernatural beings in this place is not so strong. Although the ghost paintings are from the ghost post office, there are definitely not many oil paintings like this. If any one of them has the level of ghost paintings, then the messengers of the post office will not live.

After the ghost eyes opened, Su Yuan's eyesight looked farther.

He saw a shot of a fork, where there were several trees, and a strange figure seemed to stand in the middle of the tree, and the figure was motionless in one direction.

Obviously, this is the scene presented by another oil painting.

The world of oil painting is interconnected, which is not a secret to Su Yuan. Every fork in the road is connected to another oil painting. The essence of all oil paintings is the same spiritual space. Oil painting itself only plays a role. The function of opening the window is also the reason why the ghost post office in the painting is difficult to find.

Because you and I don't know where the ghost post office is in the painting, unless you are lucky like Yang Jian and have the aura of the protagonist, or you can only learn from Su Yuan and use supernatural power to guide the way.

Otherwise, even if the painting comes in, it is easy to get lost, and it is difficult to find the correct way to leave.

But Su Yuan still has a question in his heart at the moment, that is, did Yang Jian really enter the world of oil painting, or left the ghost post office?
"Which road should we take now? This road seems a bit strange, no matter it is the same shape, size, or the surrounding environment, there is no difference, and there are no footprints, shoe prints, etc. on the road. clue."

Wang Yong said suddenly at this moment. He observed the surroundings for a while, but the result disappointed him because there was no difference between the forks.

"Just follow me."

To this, Su Yuan replied calmly, he has ghost eyes and can see far away, maybe he made a wish, so he doesn't have to worry about getting lost at all.

In addition, the ghost eye has never been hindered, and you can see the end of the fork, so you can avoid choosing the wrong one, which is a very big advantage.

Immediately.

He ignored the old forest leading to only a few trees and chose a main road.

Keep going.

The fork appeared again. The end of the fork was also a strange place, with a small area, and there was a figure standing there.

Obviously, that is another oil painting.

After Su Yuan avoided it, he continued to move forward along the main road.

There are not many forks on the road, and sometimes he even encounters three forks. If the average ghost rider must have chosen the wrong one, but he is walking, but he can always find the right path.

This made Wang Yong, who was following behind, very surprised and incredible.

In his opinion, Su Yuan should have some kind of supernatural ability to prevent himself from getting lost on the wrong path, otherwise it would be impossible to be so peaceful along the way.

However, after walking for a long time, Su Yuan stopped.

The road is over.

At the end, there was a small wooden hut. The door of the hut was closed, and it was impossible to see what was inside. It seemed that there was an invisible supernatural force interfering.

"It should be coming soon, if I remember correctly"

Looking at the cabin in front of him, Su Yuan squinted slightly.

Although he walked indiscriminately, it was obvious that the supernatural power of wishing had played a role. In the end, he still came to this small wooden house, and the real road was hidden here, and he only needed to open the door to find the right path. to the source.

Without the slightest hesitation, Su Yuan went straight to the front of the hut and opened the door, not at all afraid that there was danger in the room.

However, there is no danger in the hut, but it is a mess, as if someone lived here a long time ago, but it was not cleaned.

Su Yuan didn't care about the messy environment, but saw something in the cabin.

It was an unremarkable glass bottle in the corner, with a pale arm soaked in the glass bottle.

This is the third shard/
"Well, the treasure hunt was successful, and I got puzzle piece 1! Collect all seven to summon the dragon."

Picking up the pieces, Su Yuan said to himself, leaving Wang Yong behind him at a loss.

Dragon?

What dragon?
Ignoring Wang Yong's thoughts, Su Yuan handed over the glass bottle.

"Take it, don't lose it."

"Okay, okay."

Wang Yong nodded, and after looking at it, he felt a little intimidating, but he still didn't dare to drop it, so he could only bite the bullet and hold it in his hand.

Su Yuan looked in the room again, and quickly locked a door. This was not the door that just came in, but another one.

After pushing it open, a road appeared behind the door.

The road twists and turns, and it seems to lead to an unknown place again.

And the darkness is getting worse, even ghost eyes can't see the end.

Su Yuan still did not hesitate at all, and proceeded directly along the road, while Wang Yong, who was behind him, had a tingling scalp.

Where he got stuck, they were too far from the previous exit, and if they continued to go further, they might not be able to go back.

But he couldn't stand Su Yuan's behavior, and he didn't have any right to speak. In the end, he could only sigh and follow up. He was an errand anyway and had no choice.

The two continued down the path.

The fork on the road has obviously become smaller. After walking for a while, Su Yuan can no longer see the fork, but a special main road.

This means that the ghost post office in the painting is coming.

Continuing to walk forward, walking and walking, lights suddenly flickered in the distance, and a building was looming in the dim environment.

As the two approached, the lights became more and more obvious. It was colorful neon lights, and the outline of the building gradually appeared. It was a tall building in the Republic of China.

Sure enough, they came to the post office in the painting smoothly.

"This is the ghost post office?"

Wang Yong, who followed Su Yuan, was startled at this moment, as if he didn't expect them to find the source along the main road, but it turned out to be a ghost post office.

The ghost post office in the oil painting?

Or.

Is this the real ghost post office?

Doubt, puzzlement, surprise.

"Follow."

But Su Yuan didn't mean to explain to him, just left those two words and went straight to the ghost post office at the end of the road.

The closer you get, the clearer the ghost post office, and it is obvious that you can find that the ghost post office is exactly the same as the real ghost post office. in the post office.

However, Su Yuan didn't care about this. What he was curious about was where Yang Jian went. After running for a while, he stood in front of the gate of the ghost post office, followed by the panting Wang Yong.

The ghost post office was lit, and the yellow light illuminated the lobby on the first floor, and there seemed to be people walking around.

Vaguely, he seemed to see an old man wandering in the hall on the first floor.

"No, there really is a ghost post office here? Is what I saw really not an illusion?"

Wang Yong was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Su Yuan's expression remained unchanged: "There is someone inside, I want to go in and see if my friend is in, you have to be careful, the guys there are not very friendly."

"Don't worry, I'll admit it if I die here." Wang Yong took a deep breath.

If he didn't come here today, he would never have discovered the secret.

For him, being able to see the ghost post office come to an end was more important than anything else.

Without hesitation, Su Yuan pushed open the door directly, and the situation in the lobby on the first floor suddenly appeared in front of him. It was not much different from the post office outside. However, the people here were not just the old man just now, but There is a group of people here.

The old man I saw just now had a dark complexion and a gloomy expression, but he lost an arm and became a one-armed old man.

At the same time that Su Yuan opened the door, those people also found Su Yuan, and they all looked over with strange eyes, those eyes were like a ghost but with a bit of special emotion, there were warnings, threats, and some Difference, and numbness.
Their clothing seems to have spanned several years, ten years, or even decades, and they are all different, and they don't seem to be living people, and there are many strange expressions in their eyes.

But these people are not serious ghosts, because there is still surprise and astonishment in these eyes.

A real Specter would not have these living human emotions.

Su Yuan stared at them, and these strange people also stared at Su Yuan, and the scene seemed to fall into a dead silence.

Wang Yong was stared at by these people, and he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, with a look of shock on his face. There is another ghost post office hidden in the world of oil paintings, but why are there so many ghost post offices? people, and he didn't know any of them.

Su Yuan turned a blind eye, glanced at those people, and familiar faces appeared in his mind.

These people are all the portraits in the oil paintings, but they are very unfamiliar and have not been seen in the oil paintings on the fifth floor, but the clothes are very old, as if they have been forgotten.

All of these people are the ones who delivered letters and left the post office on the fifth floor. The real person has long since died, and these people who exist in the oil paintings are just a kind of supernatural creation with the possibility of resurrection.

But these are not important to Su Yuan. The important thing is that he did not find any trace of Yang Jian among these people, nor did he see Yang Jian's fathers, Yang Xiao and Zhang Xianguang.

After thinking for a while, Su Yuan shouted to those people: "Hey, have you seen a young man with a few red eyes, similar to Yang Xiao, with a big hatchet, only handsome The one that's a little worse than me, has that guy ever been here?"

However, after Su Yuan finished shouting, the lobby on the first floor of the post office was still quiet, as if no one heard what he said, or because the place itself was in a supernatural world, and no living people stepped in, there were two workers rashly. People came in and made these people a little uncomfortable, and they couldn't even accept it.

But for Su Yuan, this means that these people are completely ignoring themselves.

What do you mean?
look down on people?

Forced to endure the impatience in his heart, Su Yuan continued: "Did you see it? Also, where have Zhang Xianguang and Yang Xiao gone? If anyone can speak, just squeak, are they all dumb?"

On the side, Wang Yong listened to the cold sweat pouring down. The new boss he recognizes is really bold, and he can say these words. Isn't he afraid of being beaten by these ghost-like things?

But with his strength, it seems that there is no need to be too afraid.

However, Su Yuan's words still seemed to have an effect. I saw that the old man with the broken arm stopped and looked at Su Yuan with a gloomy look: "Young man, keep your mouth clean, don't think that you are the same as that descendant. You dare to be arrogant in front of us, you were not born when we became ghost riders!"

Hearing this, Su Yuan immediately understood, Yang Jian must have been here before, and saw such a group of people, maybe there was a conflict, and the old man's hand was probably cut off by him, as for why he is looking for it now Those who didn't see him should have gone to Sun Rui, so they couldn't see Yang Xiao and Zhang Xianguang either.

Although I don't know why Yang Jian entered here earlier, it is easy to know where he is.

As for the people in front of you.
"Pfft."

Su Yuan sneered: "Old people, don't rely on the old and sell the old in front of me, and you dare to be so arrogant when your hands have been chopped off, believe it or not, I will kill you, and you too, those who know each other quickly tell me where they go. The direction is gone, otherwise it will make your life worse than death. Now you are also remembered by me. If I don’t die, you will never be liberated. If you are obedient and obedient, I am in a good mood, and maybe I can help you resurrect.”

As soon as these words were said, many people stared at Su Yuan with strange eyes, with an inexplicable ferocity.

There is no other reason, because Su Yuan's attitude is too arrogant, not inferior to the young man who came before, but the descendant who came before has someone to support him, nightmare Yang Xiao's reputation is still big enough, no People want to live forever in their dreams, so they endure it.

But Su Yuan doesn't seem to be supported by someone. No one dares to be so arrogant, so he deserves to die.