Mysterious recovery: I grow stronger by breathing

Chapter 147 Transformation [Ghost Post Office] (for subscription)
The torrential rain poured down, and the sky was like a cast-iron pot lid, tightly covering the forest-like buildings in Dahan City. The streets were full of black shadows, and the pale burial site hung high and alone in the sky, staring at it with the cold moonlight. Everything in this dream world.

Everything here is decided by Wu Nai, including taboo life and death.

The stagnant water evolved from the [Ghost Lake] gathers on the ground, rippling with light, not only does not have the hellish coldness of the Ghost Underworld, but it is surprisingly warm.

Wu Nai forcibly threw Yang Jian's father, Yang Xiaotian, into it, the water was obviously too shallow to pass through his mouth and nose.

The ancient and untraceable proverbs floated out of Wu Nai's mouth, and the universe was the witness. The memory consciousness backed up in this period combined with the remnants in the ghost dream turned into the seeds of "Resurrection".

When Yang Xiaotian gasped heavily and struggled to stand up from the water again, he had regained his flesh and blood outside the dream.

Return to this world as a human.

All the emotions that had been lost came rushing in like a flood that broke the bank.

"Yang Jian, my son, I'm sorry for you."

With the emotion of lost and found, Yang Xiaotian looked at his son, as if reunited after several reincarnations, so happy and so clear.

"Dad, you really came back alive."

"Yes, it feels good to be alive, I have never felt so clearly and truly alive"

Yang Xiaotian exhaled slowly towards the endless sky, then passed through the army of black shadows covered in moonlight, as if he had crossed a forest hell and came to Yang Jian, hugging him vigorously.

Yang Jian was held in the arms of a man, never experienced such a warm embrace.

Resurrected. Resurrected. It seems to be more complete and stronger than [Ghost Post Office].

"Really resurrected, this young man really has the power of resurrection!"

The rest of the messengers on the fifth floor also showed consternation.

"From this reversed life and death and the creation of heaven and earth, our Lord's eternal power and divinity are clearly known, although invisible to the eyes, but they are known to those who receive them, so that people are without excuse."

"If you are willing to 'meet' here, Yang Xiaotian is the firstfruits, and you will get a new life just like him!"

Zhang Xianguang, who was holding a rusty and old machete, spoke from the side, and his words were even more heart-wrenching.

In the oil paintings, many people who are determined to die show their unparalleled longing.

After all, none of the messengers who can walk from the first floor to the fifth floor is a fool. Just looking at the words and phrases of the two Zhang Xianguang talking with them, he can guess a lot of things.

Right now, this legendary figure who can keep clearing the [Ghost Post Office] is so reverent to this devil-like man in front of him.

Its great power can be imagined.

It will definitely help them get rid of this oil painting, and as long as they can get out of here, it will be worth all the price for these people!
"I am willing to see you, please take me out of here!"

Among the group of people, a woman in a floral dress spoke first: "Do I need to kneel? Or swear? As long as you say it, I can do it. I have been stuck here for too long, willing Give everything and leave."

"The destruction of the [Ghost Post Office] is about to begin. No complicated rituals are required. This is my blood, and it is also the wine of witnessing the oath. Drinking it is a declaration of allegiance to me."

Wu Nai spoke lightly.

With a wave of his hand, he took out goblets one after another from the glue space, and then filled the cups with his [modified] blood.

The scarlet liquid was as heavy as mercury, and when it shook gently in the glass, it gave off a fragrance similar to honey, like the legendary mead brewed from the blood of gods.

“There is such a good thing”

The young woman in a floral dress laughed loudly, walked through the overlapping black shadows, walked to Wu Nai with the pale moon hanging behind her, saluted briefly, and then randomly selected from dozens of goblets. With one cup, he opened his mouth and drank the blood mead in one gulp.

The salty smell of blood combined with the sweetness of honey and the fragrance of fruit trees poured into the woman's mouth.

This is a ritual no other than swearing an oath to the divine Spear of Destiny.

From the moment the wine enters the body, the karma between God and man is established, and all those who drink the wine will bear an eternal oath to follow Wu Nai until the end of the world.

But correspondingly, the drinks will also bring about the new life that Wu Nai promised.

The young woman in the floral skirt and double-tailed braids has undergone changes visible to the naked eye. Those eyes, which were originally strange and numb, turned golden red similar to the eyes embedded in the one-eyed mask under the baptism of wine.

Another thoughtful heroic spirit was born!

"Welcome to join us."

Xianglan said lightly at the side: "We will live together for a long time until the end. I used to be called Xianglan. But now, I have a new name, which is bestowed by my Lord. You can call me [Val Keeley]!"

"Interesting name." The woman nodded: "Then please teach me [Valkyrie] in the future."

Then, except the main body Zhang Xianguang and Yang Xiaotian, all the people who were trapped in the oil painting on the fifth floor of [Ghost Post Office] stepped forward and took away a glass of blood mead.

In the wall-like rainstorm curtain, pairs of golden-red eyes lit up, like clusters of swaying will-o'-the-wisps.

From coming here to Yang Xiaotian's resurrection, in just a few minutes, Wu Nai has gained a batch of top combat power.

This is an astonishing achievement that is enough to make many people jealous.

It may not be obvious now, but as long as Wu Nai equips them with enough supernatural puzzles in the future, they can restore their peak strength as fifth-level messengers.

Then such a group of people gathering together is definitely a great help in the spiritual world.

And [Ghost Post Office] has been sitting and watching this kind of thing happen, not because Li Gui's killing rules have not been triggered, or the rules are running slowly.

It is trying to break through the suppression of the dream world.

One of the underlying rules in the construction of this world is to suppress all ghosts except Wu Nai, but with the huge size of [Ghost Post Office], it will never be completely suppressed.

In a corner invisible to everyone, the fight between rules has already begun.

At this time, the tip of the iceberg finally appeared.

[Ghost Post Office] A large dyeing vat of different colors suddenly appeared inside the gate on the first floor, and the bottom of the vat continuously seeped out the paint.

It seems that horrible ghosts are bleeding, black, red, green. Puddles of paint smudged in the stagnant water brought by Wu Nai, reflecting this distorted world.

【Ability +1】

【Ability +1】

【Ability +1】

【Close contact with ghosts, collect the rules scattered around, and get a brand new skill - blood ink! 】

【Ability point: 10000000.0】

It is worthy of being one of the puzzles of [Ghost Painting], it can break through part of the suppression, it is really good every corner of the

The war has completely started!

Ghosts like dark shadows also crawled out of the paint that was dizzy in the stagnant water. The moment the two sides met was a battle of thousands of troops.

Black, red, and green figures intertwined densely like an ant colony, and even Wu Nai's newly recruited heroic spirit was among them.

They sacrificed their lives to fight each other, and every moment there were figures falling down, but there were no bones on the battlefield, only colorful water rushing.

But the heroic spirits holding the [coffin nail] were obviously more fierce. They kept getting up from the stagnant water, and their number never decreased. Li Yang and Sun Rui, who were watching for a while, couldn't even tell who was the real immortal ghost.

And Wu Nai seems to be sitting on the supreme throne, knowing everything on the battlefield, no matter where they happen, nothing can escape his cognition.

He brought spiritual wars to this world, so all those who died in the wars will be sacrificed to him.

Countless supernatural abilities roared in, and every supernatural collision was the nutrient for Wu Nai's growth.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
At this time, strange footsteps sounded, and the sound of passing through the frenzy and fighting clearly fell on everyone's heart.

The figure in the black gown reappeared in the window above the fifth floor. This ghost will represent the resistance of the entire post office.

The moment it appeared, the full moon in the sky was dim, the lights of thousands of houses that were originally lit were extinguished, the whole dream world was shaking, and the buildings surrounding the ghost post office twisted together in all directions, like cards that would collapse at any time.

The doors downstairs, the windows on the upper floors, every tile on the roof, every skylight, and every manhole cover in the streets and alleys were trembling.

The endless doors opened layer by layer.

The galaxies-like lamps are disillusioned one by one, interpreting the mortal flicker of the universe.

They combine the law of death [open the door] with [turn off the light]!
[Close contact with ghosts... get a brand new skill - open the door! 】

[Close range... get a brand new skill - turn off the lights! 】

【Ability point: 40000000.0】

Lines of crazily wriggling words flashed before Wu Nai's eyes along with the attack.

This kind of terrifying supernatural superposition is unique, almost touching the limit of the ghost's infinity, becoming a terrifying butcher knife that can be swung at gods.

Bringing unparalleled abilities and rules, Wu Nai was encircled and suppressed from all directions.

But this is a city that belongs to Wu Nai, and his will is done in it, just like in heaven!

In his kingdom he is undefeated.

Among the distorted city buildings, the only undistorted black world tree [Ugatraxi] shakes its branches and leaves, like an ancient giant roaring earth-shattering, disrupting the attack of ghosts.

At the same time, Wu Nai coldly declared fate's verdict on [Ghost Post Office].

That is - "Death!"

He swung the blood-stained spear that suddenly appeared in his hand, his movements were light and without any trace of murderous intent, as if a painter was waving his pen, drawing a strand of long hair in the wind of a girl with fine hair.

Be a ray of light that pierces the curse of mortality.

This morning star-like light is so quiet and beautiful, but it also has the power to shock the ages.

In an instant, it pierced through the ghost above the fifth floor, nailing it firmly under the spear.

The terrifying supernatural power disintegrated in an instant, and [Ghost Post Office] then collapsed in the dream world and was suppressed.

In this way, under the intertwined rules, the [ghost post office] in the real world, including all the ghosts in the post office, are taken into the [domain] like Wu Nai's divine country picture scroll.

There are still many ghosts in the real ghost post office that have not manifested in the dream world, which does not mean that they do not exist.

In the follow-up, Wu Nai will continue to go deep into [transformation], a giant in the spiritual world.

But the battle is now over, ending with his total victory.

"What a terrible victory, no wonder some people on the Internet spread rumors [Ghost Secret] Wu Nai is a ghost"

Sun Rui leaned on his cane and sighed, "People who have seen this kind of power either worship it like a god, or fear it like a ghost."

In addition, around the captured [Ghost Post Office], Sombra and dozens of newly joined heroes raised their weapons and cheered recklessly, as if this was a celebration of freedom created from the wreckage of the [Ghost Post Office].

(End of this chapter)