Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky bus

Chapter 59 Zhang Xianguang (for subscription)
Under Li Hui's gaze, four pieces of black letter paper fell from above the ghost post office and landed on the ground not far from him.

The whole body of the paper was dirty and black, and people could detect abnormalities at a glance.

Seeing this scene, Li Hui stepped forward and picked up the four pieces of black letter paper.

The moment he touched the letter paper, he felt a restless and cold aura lingering on it, as if he had been touched by a ghost, leaving some indescribable marks.

"Is it the letter paper described in the original book?" Li Hui's eyes moved slightly. Although he had never seen this thing before, he knew the function of the black letter paper very well.

This is a consumable supernatural item.

If it is in the outside world, as long as this kind of black letter paper is lit, no matter where you are, even in other spiritual places, there will be a road leading to the ghost post office in front of you. It is very practical and can be used to a certain extent. Dodge the pursuit of other ghosts.

Likewise, if the black stationery is set on fire inside the post office, the path out of the ghost post office will also appear.

It's just that this letter paper also has certain limitations. Only the person who ignites the letter paper can set foot on that road and enter and exit the ghost post office.

Other people, even if they are from the same team camp, can't do it.

But even so, it cannot be denied that the stationery is powerful. This is a strange item that truly connects the ghost post office itself.

Li Hui remembers that in the original book, the ghost post office ghost only failed in the old house where Zhang Dong was located, and the revealed road was erased by Zhang Dong. Other spirits invaded along the road.

Tatata!
Just as Li Hui was looking at the black letter paper, there was a sound of stiff and dull footsteps in the darkness.

The sound of footsteps came from upstairs. To be precise, it came from a wooden staircase. At some point, a staircase appeared inside the ghost post office.

This end of the stairs is the first floor of the post office where Li Hui is located, and the other end extends upwards, submerged in the darkness, connecting the second floor of the ghost post office and even higher floors.

The stairs appear very strange.

Even though Li Hui's haunted realm enveloped the vicinity, he still didn't notice when the stairs appeared, as if it had always been there, but only now.

now.

A tall figure could be vaguely seen stepping down the stairs, and the stiff and dull footsteps were made when it walked, and the creaking sound of the wooden stairs resounded together with the footsteps.

"Has the ghost wandered to this floor?"

Li Hui's face sank slightly, and then he turned his head to look at the portraits of people hanging on the wall. After thinking for a while, Li Hui walked straight towards one of the oil paintings.

What he chose was a portrait of a woman. The woman in the painting looked about 26 or [-] years old, sitting on a wooden bench with her face sideways, and her eyes were looking forward.

The background of the painting is a bluestone brick house, and the walls are all made of bluestone. This kind of house can hardly be found in today's modern cities.

The woman in the painting is wearing clothes of an unknown era, and her eyes are looking in the direction of the door of the room.

The door was open, and the scene outside was pitch black. From Li Hui's perspective, it was impossible to see the rest of the scene outside the bluestone brick house in the painting through the open door.

The first floor of the post office.

Following Li Hui's actions.

The ashes of paper floating around him seemed to have found an outlet at this moment, and they all spread towards the portrait of the woman.

Followed by.

Something weird happened.

The dense paper ash floated directly into the portrait without any obstruction, as if the oil painting was a door, and there were other spaces behind the door.

The paper ashes floating into the portrait did not disappear, but directly appeared on the screen, as if the oil painting itself contained dense paper ashes.

Almost at the moment when the paper dust invaded the oil painting, the woman in the portrait reacted. She got up quickly and retreated towards the back, as if she didn't want to be touched by those floating paper dust.

However, the interior space of the bluestone brick house in the portrait itself is not large, and the paper dust invades very quickly. In just a moment, the woman in the painting is forced to a corner.

At this time, unless she gave up the bluestone brick room and escaped through the open door, she would definitely come into contact with the paper dust that kept falling in the room.

The woman in the painting did exactly that.

In the situation where there was no way to retreat in the room, the woman's slightly panicked face suddenly changed, the panic disappeared, and a strange expression appeared on her face.

It was a strange expression that could not be described in words. A normal person would not be able to make that kind of facial expression at all. At this moment, the woman in the painting seemed to have turned into a ghost, revealing an inexplicable sense of weirdness all over her body. .

at the same time.

The dense paper dust in the room stopped at this moment, and did not continue to spread towards the place where the woman in the painting was.

An unknown supernatural power emerged, affecting the floating of the paper ash, but this effect only lasted for a moment, and the paper ash began to dance again.

But this moment is enough.

The woman's figure disappeared directly inside the bluestone brick house, and ran out through the open door.

Almost at the moment when the woman in the painting ran out of the door, Li Hui's figure appeared in the bluestone brick room. He first took a look at the environment in the room, and then turned his head to look behind him.

Behind him is a portrait. The background of the painting is the hall on the first floor of the ghost post office. Now he is standing inside the portrait and looking at the scene outside the painting.

now.

In the hall on the first floor of the ghost post office, a terrifying figure walked by.

It was a skinny old man in a black gown and black cloth shoes.

The old man didn't seem to notice Li Hui in the oil painting, just passed by him with his face sideways, and walked straight to the room deep in the corridor on the first floor. It's like a dead body crawling out of a coffin.

When the figure of the old man completely disappeared from sight, Li Hui withdrew his gaze, stopped paying attention to the ghost, and then looked calmly at the direction in which the woman in the painting was escaping.

He deliberately let the woman go.

The internal environment in these portraits in the ghost post office is very complicated. Not only are there living undead like the woman in the painting just now, but there are also many ghosts.

So he chose to let the woman in the painting go and let her lead the way to find the ghost post office in the oil painting.

Li Hui also thought about communicating with that woman at the beginning, but when he thought that not all undead have the desire to survive, they might lead him to the pile of ghosts, so he finally chose this more effective way of asking. way' way.

My own appearance broke the peace of the oil painting's inner world, and the woman in the painting was obviously not my opponent.

So Li Hui guessed that the woman would definitely go to the ghost post office that existed in the oil painting to meet other undead.

Thinking room.

Seeing that the figure of the woman fleeing hastily in the painting was about to disappear, Li Hui also started to act. Under his control, the dense paper dust spread out in all directions, and then disappeared again.

It's not that his ghost domain was affected and disappeared, but that Li Hui modified the environment in his ghost domain. The paper dust didn't really disappear, but it no longer appeared in his sight.

Immediately afterwards, Li Hui's own figure also disappeared in place.

In the world of oil painting.

The woman was running fast, she seemed to have a clear destination, she didn't stop at all along the way, even when passing some forks, she didn't hesitate, as if she had already planned the direction of travel in her heart.

Then what she didn't know was.

Not far behind her was another figure, but that figure was hidden in the deep ghost realm, and the strength of the spiritual power left by the woman at this moment was not enough to support her to find him.

At this time, she was just patronizing and running away.

There are many forks along the way, and sometimes there will be five or six forks at the same time, but the woman did not stop at all, obviously very familiar with the terrain here.

After the woman ran for a while, her pace began to slow down. It wasn't that she was tired from running, but that she had already reached her destination.

I saw a tall building appeared in front of the woman. The building has five floors. The style is not modern, but the style of the Republic of China. It is hidden in the darkness, like a layer of fog, and you can only see To a rough outline, it is not very clear, like a mirage.

However, as the woman approached.

The building in the style of the Republic of China period also began to become clear.

The building is old, covered with moss, and the walls are blackened, revealing a gloomy atmosphere. There is a plaque hanging directly above the gate, surrounded by a circle of neon lights.

Under the red and green lights, the handwriting on the plaque is clearly visible. It is the three characters of "ghost post office" written in traditional Chinese characters.

This is a post office that exists in the oil painting, no different in style from the ghost post office outside the oil painting.

The post office was still lit, and the yellow light illuminated the hall on the first floor. There seemed to be figures walking around inside.

The woman didn't care about it, and came to the door of the post office in the painting with ease, and then directly pushed open the wooden door in front of her.

"Crack~"

The sound of the door opening attracted the attention of the figures in the hall on the first floor, but after seeing the woman's face clearly, they turned their heads indifferently and stopped paying attention to this side.

Among the many figures, there were only a few who noticed the abnormality in the woman, or everyone else noticed it, but they didn't want to pay attention to it. After all, none of these people in the hall was simple.

"Fang Hong, are you...?"

Accompanied by a voice of inquiry.

A man in his early thirties came out of the crowd. This man's hair was not messed up, and he was neatly dressed, but his dress and dressing style were incompatible with modern times, at least decades ago.

The man's name is Zhang Xianguang, and he can be regarded as a very special one among the many powerful undead.

The reason why no one else is moving at this moment, but Zhang Xianguang is the only one who stepped forward to ask, is not because he is the most curious, nor is it because he likes to meddle in other people's business.

The main reason is that Zhang Xianguang felt a very special spiritual aura from the woman named 'Fang Hong' in front of him, which was related to his plans for decades.

That is the ghost of a real ghost painting!

Before Fang Hong could respond, Zhang Xianguang's expression suddenly changed, his eyes passed Fang Hong's figure, and he looked directly at the gate of the ghost post office.

At the same time, there was a young man standing deep in the hall of this ghost post office who had the same reaction as Zhang Xianguang.

He looked like he was in his early twenties, and he revealed a calm and calm demeanor, but there was a kind of sharpness hidden in his eyes.

The other figures around were deliberately pulling away from this young man, as if he was some kind of scourge.

"Yang Xiao, what are you looking at..."

Someone around noticed the abnormality of the young man and planned to ask, but before he could say a word, the expression of the whole person also changed, and he looked outside the gate of the post office.

Not just him.

At this moment, all the figures in the post office, including Fang Hong, seemed to have sensed something, and looked at the scene outside the gate one by one.

At this time, the environment outside the post office has changed unknowingly, and it has become a gray area, and groups of things exuding a cold atmosphere are constantly falling from the sky.

That's paper ashes.

There are so many of them densely packed that there is no end in sight at first glance. Covered by the endless paper dust, the whole world is left with only monotonous gray colors.

"This is... the ghost of the lost oil painting?"

In the lobby of the post office, a figure was talking to himself, asking such a question.

"This is indeed the spirit of ghost paintings. That gray and illusory world is the ghost domain of ghost paintings. There is nothing wrong with it!"

Someone responded immediately.

"So, the lost oil painting has returned to the ghost post office? Doesn't that mean that we all have the opportunity to go to the real world?"

Someone also raised such a question.

As the voice fell, the environment in the hall suddenly became quiet. Everyone realized this and felt that they might leave this ghostly place and go to the real world.

"Fang Hong, do you know something?" At this moment, someone asked the woman in front of the crowd.

"Yeah, since you came in, the outside environment has changed, you must know what's going on, right?"

Someone also spoke in agreement.

They all noticed Fang Hong's abnormality before. After all, Fang Hong's breath was unstable at that time, and her face was slightly panicked.

It's just that everyone at that time was not interested in what happened to Fang Hong, so they ignored her as if nothing happened.

But it's different now.

Fang Hong suspected that the ghost painting had something to do with it. Under such circumstances, most people present couldn't sit still. Although the others didn't ask questions, the sights on Fang Hong's body already foreshadowed It's clear.

However, Fang Hong hadn't waited for Fang Hong to respond.

The scene outside the post office changed again.

In that gray illusory world, a figure appeared. It was a handsome young man, suspended in mid-air just like that, without stepping on anything under his feet, violating the rules of gravity.

Around the young man's body, dense paper ashes floated, as if he was the source of this gloomy world.

Followed by.

under the gaze of the crowd.

The young man started to move.

His body was suspended in mid-air, and he walked towards the ghost post office step by step. Every step he took could cover a considerable distance, just like teleporting.

This kind of ability is like a fairy in the eyes of ordinary people from the outside world, but it is easy to understand in the eyes of them.

"Who is he?"

"Isn't the source of the ghost painting a female ghost?"

Some of the crowd who saw this scene raised questions.

But his question went unanswered.

All eyes were on Li Hui who was in mid-air, and there were special emotions in their eyes, some were surprised, some were shocked, some were puzzled, and some had malicious intentions.

corresponding.

Li Hui was also looking at the scene inside the ghost post office.

There are all kinds of people gathered in it. Among them are men and women, old and young, and their clothes are also different. Some of them seem to have spanned more than ten years, or even decades. There are obvious differences in clothing styles.

(End of this chapter)