Mysterious recovery: starting from the tricky bus

Chapter 60 You want to weigh me too? (seeking subscription)
"It's not a ghost. He has the obvious characteristics of a living person. He is a ghost master. He should have controlled the supernatural power of that oil painting. It seems that this is a remarkable young man."

Yang Xiao, who was standing deep in the hall on the first floor of the post office, showed surprise and sighed.

His words were like a senior praising an outstanding junior, but the words came out of his mouth with a strong sense of disobedience.

It's not that there's something wrong with his tone, but that Yang Xiao's appearance is too young, he looks like he's in his early 20s, just from his appearance, he's not much different from Li Hui's age.

"really."

At this time.

Zhang Xianguang on the other side also spoke, and he said: "It's been so many years, I didn't expect that finally a living person would take the initiative to set foot in this place, and it's a supernatural power controlled by a ghost painting, as if specially arranged by the heavens."

"And using such a large range of ghost domain abilities, his own condition is surprisingly good, and there is no sign of spiritual erosion at all. It seems that the problem of ghost recovery has been initially solved. He is indeed a remarkable young man!"

It seemed that they were also praising Li Hui.

But no one noticed that when Zhang Xianguang mentioned the words 'ghost painting supernatural', there was a strange flash in his eyes, but he concealed it very well, and no one noticed it.

Even Li Hui, who had been observing everyone's reactions, didn't notice it himself.

At this time, he was already very close to the post office in the painting, and the flashing neon lights around the plaque were clearly visible, and the scene in the post office lobby also came into view.

A total of more than 30 figures gathered in the hall.

Among them are young men in casual clothes, women in floral skirts, and middle-aged people in formal clothes, but the clothes on them are not the styles that are popular now, they are more than ten years ago, or even decades ago. previous clothing style.

The appearance of those people is very strange, exuding a kind of coldness all over their bodies. Compared with normal living people, they are more like ghosts standing in the ghost post office.

At this moment, Li Hui was looking at those figures. Similarly, those people standing in the lobby on the first floor of the post office were also looking at Li Hui, and the scene suddenly became a little weird.

"A ghost master who has mastered ghost paintings and supernatural powers..."

Here.

Hearing Yang Xiao and Zhang Xianguang's comments, the expressions of many people in the hall began to become subtle at this moment.

They have lived in this dark place for a long time. If they want to go to the real world outside, the only way is through ghost paintings and supernatural beings.

But the ghost painting has long been lost.

With its horror level, I am afraid that few ghost masters can bring it back, and those who have the ability to restrict ghost paintings will basically not be involved in the ghost post office incident.

So this is a dead end in the eyes of everyone.

Originally, they didn't have any idea about leaving the ghost post office, but they didn't expect that a young ghost master suddenly appeared at this moment, and what he was driving was the supernatural power of ghost paintings.

this moment.

Everyone's minds became active again.

A strange thought directly rose in some people's hearts, and their expressions became more gloomy, with murderous intent in their eyes.

And all this fell into Li Hui's eyes.

It can even be said that he had foreseen this result before he entered the oil painting. In the painting, the undead were trapped in the ghost land for a long time, and most of them had distorted personalities and their spirits were on the verge of collapse.

To them, the self who has mastered the supernatural power of ghost painting is like a bright light that lights up in the endless darkness. No matter how violent those undead are, Li Hui will not be surprised.

Thinking room.

Li Hui came to the gate of the ghost post office.

He didn't choose to go in, but just stood outside the gate, looking at each other with the many undead in the house. For a moment, neither of the two sides spoke first, and the surrounding atmosphere instantly froze to the extreme.

This is the distance he calculated.

If there is no agreement later on, even if the undead in the house attacked him, he would have enough time to react so that he would not be too passive.

Li Hui never underestimated anyone.

None of the couriers who can deliver all the letters on the five floors of the ghost post office and escape from the ghost post office are simple characters. Even if the undead in front of him are not themselves, they still have some spiritual power.

Thirty or so undead teamed up can easily kill a top ghost master, not to mention that among these figures there are undead who are not weaker than those captain-level ghost masters in the middle and late stages of the original book.

Li Hui felt that he might not be able to please him if he really took action.

.........

"Young man, who are you and what is the purpose of coming here?"

After a while.

A middle-aged man's voice sounded, breaking the deadly silence around him.

"Who are you?" Li Hui focused his gaze on the speaker.

What caught his eyes was a middle-aged man about 30 years old, with neatly combed hair and neat clothes, but his dress and dressing style were incompatible with modern times.

Hearing Li Hui's rhetorical question, the middle-aged man was silent for two seconds, and then said in a heavy tone: "My name is Zhang Xianguang, and I am a dead person."

Ok?
Is this person Zhang Xianguang?
Hearing this, Li Hui's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't show it. He just took a few glances at Zhang Xianguang, wrote down his appearance, and kept a secret in his heart.

"Why, you know me?"

Zhang Xianguang's perception is unexpectedly strong.

Although Li Hui didn't show any abnormal expressions on his face, he sensed something was wrong immediately, and asked immediately.

"do not know."

Li Hui shook his head, then glanced at everyone standing in the lobby on the first floor of the post office, and said straight to the point:
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Li Hui. Of course, this is not important. The name is just a code name. The purpose of my coming here is the most important thing."

"I have a certain understanding of your existence and state, and I can only move around in the world of oil paintings. Presumably you also have some understanding of the supernatural abilities I control."

"The spirit of ghost painting can free you from this spiritual place that has been trapped for a long time, so that you can move in the real world."

"..."

There were not so many twists and turns, and there was no step-by-step process. Li Hui went straight to the topic and explained his intentions openly and honestly.

These undead in front of him can be said to be "human beings", and they have lived for an unknown number of years. Li Hui thinks that they are not their opponents in terms of playing tricks and improving their minds.

seriously.

If Li Hui was allowed to enter the ghost post office as an ordinary person, without the help of Goldfinger, he would not have the slightest confidence in being able to deliver the letter and escape from the ghost post office.

From this point of view, Li Hui can know the gap between himself and these people.

But Li Hui's advantage is also incomparable to other people in this world. In addition to knowing the general direction of the future, he also has a mobile phone tattoo, which can be called a "plug-in".

Here.

Li Hui continued: "Your strength is not weak, and now supernatural events are gradually breaking out in the outside world, so..."

Before Li Hui finished speaking, he was interrupted by a woman's voice.

It was the woman named Fang Hong who interrupted him, and she said, "So you want to take us into your subordinates, right?"

"You're right. We do need ghost paintings to leave the ghost post office and go to the real world. But besides being your subordinate or cooperating with you, I have a better choice."

"What method?" Li Hui stared blankly at the woman in front of him, exuding a dangerous aura, the paper dust that filled the sky seemed to be floating faster at this moment, and the surrounding environment became darker down.

However, Fang Hong didn't seem to notice the changes in the surrounding environment at all, and continued to say: "That is to kill you!"

When she said this, Fang Hong's face was extremely calm, without any extra emotion, as if she was saying an ordinary greeting, the whole person seemed very indifferent, killing someone in her mouth seemed to be another How can it be the same thing as usual.

"If you want to kill me, is it up to you?"

Hearing this, Li Hui was not angry either, but just glanced at Fang Hong without any emotion in his eyes, as if looking at a dead person.

"I am indeed no match for you."

Fang Hong admitted without hesitation, and then continued: "But what if they are added?"

"Instead of being your subordinate, it is better to kill you and let us control the ghost painting ourselves. Do you think this choice would be better?"

These words seemed to be asking Li Hui, but they were actually asking other people in the lobby on the first floor of the post office.

And hearing Fang Hong's words, many people in the hall indeed showed emotional expressions, because what Fang Hong said was roughly the same as what they thought in their hearts.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Go!"

suddenly.

Fang Hong's expression changed, and he shouted loudly.

at the same time.

In the darkness behind the ghost post office, an old figure appeared strangely. He held an ax in his hand. The ax looked like it was used for chopping firewood in rural areas. A clear contrast is formed, which is extraordinarily eye-catching.

The blood-red ax blade slashed at Li Hui's forehead, as if it wanted to split his head in half.

Not only that.

A figure appeared on the other side of the gate of the post office. It was an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman. Her expression was indifferent, her eyes were cold, and she was surrounded by a dead air.

The woman just took a step forward, and an unknown supernatural curse appeared, covering Li Hui's body, as if she wanted to control Li Hui's actions so that the old man's ax could hit him smoothly.

obviously.

This was a coordinated attack that several people had secretly discussed long ago.

Fang Hong's previous conversation with Li Hui was a trap, mainly to cooperate with other people's actions, hoping to kill Li Hui directly here in an instant.

"Can it be successful?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the blood-red ax quickly slashed down, and finally, it went straight into Li Hui's head.

"wrong!"

"This is an illusion reflected in the ghost domain. The real Li Hui is not standing outside the gate. Damn it, this is a trap!"

The face of the old man who was the owner of the ax changed greatly. He realized that something was wrong. The ax in his hand didn't feel like hitting a real object. When he realized something was wrong, he immediately wanted to retreat.

But in the next moment.

A young man's voice suddenly sounded in the old man's ear.

"Old man, I'm only thinking of retreating now, don't you think it's too late?"

"Death!" The old man was very decisive, immediately turned around, swung his ax and slashed at the place where the sound came from.

It was hard to believe that an old man of his age could have such reaction speed and strength, and the blood-red ax seemed as light as nothing in his hand.

However, the old man's reaction speed was fast, and Li Hui, who was already prepared, moved even faster.

pat!

His palm directly grabbed the old man's wrist holding the axe, and a powerful spirit emerged, which not only withstood this attack, but also suppressed the old man's own spirit, making him freeze in place.

In a sense, the undead in the painting are all products of supernatural beings, and the ability of the bus driven by Li Hui just restrains supernatural beings, so the old man fell silent instantly.

puff~
next moment.

With all his strength, Li Hui directly tore off the old man's arm holding the axe, and then kicked the old man's mutilated body straight away.

Immediately afterwards, Li Hui's figure suddenly appeared next to the middle-aged woman, and also kicked the woman.

boom!
The huge force caused the middle-aged woman's chest to collapse directly, and the scene inside could be clearly seen through the clothes.

Under the clothes are not flesh and blood, but something like wood, and it seems to be carved out, without the slightest activity, lifeless, giving people a very strange feeling.

After doing all this, Li Hui didn't stop.

He teleported to Fang Hong who was about to flee into the crowd, and then, under the watchful eyes of the other people in the hall, he raised his hand and slapped Fang Hong hard on the face.

Under the influence of the supernatural power of the bus, Fang Hong herself also fell into silence, her face was deformed by the blow, her body flew backwards, and fell on the ground outside the gate of the post office without any reaction, as if Like a cold corpse.

"I thought the first wave of attacks would attract some ruthless characters, but I didn't expect the three of you to be used as cannon fodder to test the truth."

Li Hui shook his head.

Without hesitation, he directly stated that he was fishing before.

Li Hui was prepared from the very beginning. He knew that these undead would not be able to obey him obediently, so he had already made preparations to subdue them.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want to choose to cooperate with me, or are you going to kill me here like the three of you just now, and then you can control the ghost painting by yourself?"

Li Hui looked at the other people in the hall and asked.

At this moment, in the face of more than 30 undead with supernatural powers, Li Hui did not show the slightest stage fright. He spoke with confidence, and obviously had sufficient confidence in his own strength, thinking that he would definitely win in the end.

"Xiaosheng, your strength is indeed very strong. It seems that in addition to the supernatural power of ghost painting, you also control other powerful supernatural abilities, but if you think that we are determined by just this, then you are very wrong. "

At this moment.

A man's voice came from the depths of the hall, and then a man who looked about five or sixty years old walked out with a hunched body.

He was wearing clothes from the 60s and [-]s of the last century. They were gray and worn out, and they were all mended and patched, but they were washed very clean, giving him a very simple feeling all day long.

"So you're planning to choose the second option?" Li Hui's eyes were cold, and he was ready to strike at any time.

"No."

Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head, then changed the tone, and continued: "If you want us to convince you, the ability you just showed is not enough."

"Since you want to accept us as your subordinates, then I don't think it's better than this. We all work together. As long as you can withstand our attack, then we will listen to you in the future."

What he said seems to make sense, after all, in the supernatural circle, it is true that the strong have the right to speak, and the weak only have the ability to obey and mobilize.

But under careful consideration, it can be said that there are hidden evil intentions.

The so-called resisting their attack is to let him single out all of them, and he is still passive. When the time comes, if Li Hui shows a little bit of weakness, then he believes, what will the final direction of this temptation be? It's hard to say.

Therefore, Li Hui did not plan to respond.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I don't want to.

Once I agree, I will be forced from the original active party to the passive party in an instant.

This is not what he wants.

So Li Hui said:
"Just because you want to weigh me?"

"Let……"

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