Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 1041 Investigating the Missing Person

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The messengers on the fifth floor also slipped through the net. From Wang Yong's mouth, we learned that there are messengers older than him.

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You must know that he was also a courier on the fifth floor who sent two letters, and his qualifications were considered very old. In his words, the more senior courier refers to the group of people who arrived on the fifth floor before him.

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"It doesn't matter whether messengers older than you still exist. Now we have the final say on the fifth floor of the post office. Whether they appear or not, it will not affect the overall situation. Now the decision-making power on the fifth floor is in our hands."

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At this moment, Yang Jian dispelled Wang Yong's concerns.

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The others also nodded and felt quite right.

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Now there are enough of them, Yang Jian, Li Yang, Wang Yong, Zhou Ze, Brother Long, Zhong Yan, six people, already an incredible team of messengers.

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Even if there were some old messengers still alive, if they dared to take the lead, they would only end up being nailed to the ground like the man named Lu Sheng.

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"In that case, what's your next move, Captain?"

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At this moment, the messenger named Zhou Ze asked impatiently.

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Yang Jian said: "No hurry, this matter is temporarily delayed, I have one more thing to confirm, I want to know who of you has seen Sun Rui who is staying in the lobby on the first floor? He is missing, I want to find him, Live to see people, die to see corpses.”

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"Sun Rui? Who is Sun Rui? Is there anyone in the lobby on the first floor?" Zhou Ze was a little puzzled: "I'm sorry, I rarely come to the post office. I really don't know what happened recently."

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Li Yangdao: "Sun Rui is the person in charge of Dahan City. At the beginning, Sun Rui, Sun Rui and the captain teamed up to break into this place to solve the ghost post office, but Sun Rui chose to stay in the lobby on the first floor and cut off the participation of messengers on the first floor. , he has been staying there for a while, and I saw him ten days ago when the captain and I received the letter delivery mission, and Sun Rui was still on the first floor at that time."

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"But when we came to the post office yesterday, Sun Rui had mysteriously disappeared."

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"So that's what happened, is there a person in charge on the first floor?" Wang Yong pondered, he understood what the person in charge called Sun Rui was doing.

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This Sun Rui only wanted to kill all the messengers on the first floor and cut off the supply of newcomers, so that the operation of the ghost post office would stop.

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It's a good method, but it's very difficult, because someone still needs to clean up the messengers on the first to fifth floors.

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Thinking of this, Wang Yong looked at Yang Jian again.

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It turned out that Yang Jian had such a meaning in killing the messenger before.

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This is indeed a method. If the ghost post office is really powerless, then it is feasible to clear all the messengers.

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If no one delivers the letter, the curse of the ghost post office cannot spread, and this place will naturally be permanently closed.

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"To be honest, I haven't been to the post office for a long time. I don't know anything about this. I don't know Sun Rui's existence at all. I'm sorry." The bald old man named Brother Long shook his head.

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At this time, the middle-aged woman named Zhong Yan said, "I went to the post office three days ago and met Sun Rui. At that time, we had a little conflict and almost got into a fight, but that was a few days ago. Now that Sun Rui is missing, I don't have any information."

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Yang Jian immediately looked at her: "Three days ago?"

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Zhong Yan nodded: "Yes, three days ago, that Sun Rui was sitting behind the big counter on the first floor. It seemed that he had been there for a long time."

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"Any clues to provide?" Yang Jian continued to ask.

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"Let me think about it." Zhong Yan was recalling, she tried to recall what happened three days ago.

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In fact, she didn't have much contact with Sun Rui. She only met briefly on the first floor. There were very few things that happened, and the clues she could pay attention to were also limited. However, as a messenger on the fifth floor, she observed the details around her. is a necessary skill.

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Although Zhong Yan is an ordinary middle-aged woman, at this moment her mind has already restored the scene at that time.

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Some unimportant things are excluded, and she tries to leave some things worth caring about.

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"Sun Rui was sitting in front of the counter, and there was an oil-free oil lamp on the counter..." Zhong Yan said, "He looked very bad, he had a cane, and a gun in his hand. It was specially made."

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"These clues are not important." Yang Jian said, "Apart from that."

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Zhong Yan continued to think again, and then said: "Other than that, there seems to be nothing suspicious that is worth noting, but I looked back at him when I went upstairs, and there was an oil painting at Sun Rui's feet."

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Oil painting?

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Yang Jian's expression changed: "What kind of oil painting?"

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"It's similar to the oil painting here, but I didn't see it clearly, but that oil painting is rather special, and I have a slight impression." Zhong Yan said.

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"It's very normal to have oil paintings in the post office. Whether it's on the fifth floor or the lobby on the first floor, there are oil paintings. I don't know the exact source of this thing. I only know that every once in a while, there will always be paintings in the ghost post office. Inexplicably, a few more oil paintings that I have never seen before appeared." Wang Yong said.

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"Go to the first floor and have a look." Yang Jian said directly.

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He was in a hurry when he went upstairs before. He hadn't paid attention to the situation on the first floor. Now he really should go back to the first floor to have a good look.

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The lobby on the fifth floor and the lobby on the first floor in the post office are special places.

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Because only these two places have oil paintings, other floors do not have them.

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Immediately, Yang Jian acted, he pushed open the door and walked out, and quickly went downstairs along the old wooden stairs.

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Although the black letter is on him, as long as he doesn't leave the post office, the delivery mission won't start, so it won't get in the way for the time being.

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Seeing this, the others followed suit.

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After all, Yang Jian is the boss here, and it is better to follow his decision.

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A group of people quickly turned back from the fifth floor of the post office to the first floor.

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The first floor of the post office did not have any special changes. It was still the same as the previous layout. The lights above the head were still yellow and dim, and the colorful neon lights outside the gate were flashing, full of a backward style.

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Yang Jian came to the counter where Sun Rui was before, and his ghost eyes peeped around, especially when he was observing the oil paintings on the wall.

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On the oil paintings are some portraits of people, including men and women, old people and children. The painting style is the same, dark and strange, and it is obviously by the hand of one person.

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He looked next to the counter again, and there were no other fallen oil paintings.

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"All the oil paintings on the first floor are here. If Sun Rui's disappearance is related to oil paintings, can you identify which oil paintings it is?" Yang Jian looked at the Zhong Yan.

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This is the only one among the messengers who had contact with Sun Rui a few days ago, so her information is very important.

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Zhong Yan was also looking at the oil paintings hanging on the wall, comparing the oil painting she saw three days ago in her mind, and finally she pointed out: "If I am not wrong, the oil painting I saw three days ago. It should be that one."

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Following the direction her fingers pointed, Yang Jian saw the oil painting.

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In the oil painting is an old man, about sixty years old. The figure in the painting is sitting on a chair with his face sideways, his eyes are looking forward, there is a wall behind, there are windows on the wall, but the windows It was pitch black, and there was no way to see outside through the window.

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The painting style is relatively depressing, and if you watch it for a long time, you will feel very uncomfortable.

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"Take that painting down." Yang Jian glanced at it and said directly.

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"I'll come." The messenger named Zhou Ze volunteered to take over the task.

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He walked over, climbed up to the counter next to him, and then stood on tiptoe just enough to touch the painting hanging on the wall.

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But the oil painting remained motionless as if it was inlaid on the wall.

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"There is something wrong with this painting." Zhou Ze said immediately.

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Yang Jian's ghost eyes peeped, his ghost eyes were not affected or suppressed, and he didn't have the feeling he had when he faced the ghost painting, but at this time he saw the man sitting by the window in the oil painting. At this time, the old man blinked his eyes strangely, as if he glanced in this direction intentionally or unintentionally.

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"The people in the oil paintings are moving."

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"Yes, I blinked a moment ago and meant to turn my head over, but it stopped."

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The messengers were not bad at observing, they all paid attention to this detail.

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"It doesn't seem to be any different from those oil paintings on the fifth floor." Wang Yong pondered: "But it stands to reason that it is impossible to take it off, unless someone is doing a trick."

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"There is something wrong with the person in the painting, it should be related to that person." The bald-headed brother named Long moved slightly and came to a conclusion.

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As if to confirm his words, the man in the painting stood up strangely, then turned around and faced the front.

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this moment.

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The portrait hanging on the wall was loose and fell off.

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Zhou Ze's face was solemn. He hurriedly took it off and put it on the counter, then quickly pulled away a little.

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"So does Sun Rui's disappearance have anything to do with this painting?" Yang Jian's expression moved slightly and he stepped forward.

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Zhong Yan said: "I only know that Sun Rui was indeed studying this painting three days ago, but I'm not sure if it has anything to do with the disappearance. After all, three days have passed, and anything can happen during that time."

Yang Jian didn't speak, just stretched out that ghost hand and touched the surface of the oil painting.

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But his ghost hand sank slowly as if submerged in water.

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The old man in the painting actually moved again at this time. He was slowly retreating, as if Yang Jian's palm was about to touch him, making the old man in the painting have to retreat.

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Soon, the old man in the painting retreated behind the wall.

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Everyone stared at this scene with a very solemn expression.

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Because the old man in the oil painting is very likely to be a ghost, if Yang Jian can reach out and enter the oil painting, then that Sun Rui should also be able to, so with this association, Sun Rui may have disappeared in the oil painting .

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"careful."

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Suddenly, Wang Yong reminded.

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Suddenly, the expression of the old man in the oil painting changed. He was no longer calm, but lowered his head slightly. A layer of black shadows shrouded him. His facial features were slightly blurred. the real face.

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next moment.

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Yang Jian's body shook, and he felt that the ghost hand seemed to be caught, but at this moment his ghost hand also caught the other party.

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The Ghost Hand has the ability to suppress a Specter.

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At this moment, he stepped back without hesitation, trying to pull out the contents of the oil painting.

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The ghost under Yang Jian's feet swayed, with astonishing strength, coupled with the suppressing force of the ghost's hand, it actually dragged the old man in the oil painting, and the old man who was backing up kept getting close to the oil painting.

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The area occupied by the characters is getting bigger and bigger, as if the old man is about to be pulled out abruptly.

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"Is this okay?"

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Others couldn't help but jump when they saw this. Seeing this trend, it seemed that the Specter would be pulled out of the oil painting.

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Yang Jian suffered a loss when he was on the fifth floor before and lost a hand. Naturally, he will not suffer again this time.

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With experience, you will be prepared, so this time I will use ghost hands.

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But it looked like it was going to be a success.

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The old man in the oil painting actually moved again. He stretched out a hand to the place outside the oil painting, and when he took it back, he actually had an axe. The handle of the axe is black, and the color contrast is obvious, which is particularly eye-catching.

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"Captain, he wants to cut off your hand." Li Yang said hurriedly.

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Yang Jian's face sank: "If you want to fight with me, then I will fight with you to the end."

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He stretched out his hand and nailed the long spear to the ground with force, and let go of his hand, abandoning the supernatural weapon, and then giving up the pulling, and even took the initiative to stick it on the oil painting.

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One approached the oil painting.

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Yang Jian's whole body was quickly immersed in it, as if he was about to enter the painting.

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"Too reckless."

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The messenger named Zhou Ze pressed his voice and said: "None of the messengers on the fifth floor dared to enter the oil painting, how dare he... I heard that it is easy to get lost after entering, and can't find the exit to come back. Trapped inside alive."

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But it's too late to say that.

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Yang Jian was already submerged in the oil painting, he disappeared in front of his eyes, but the figure of Yang Jian appeared in the oil painting.

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"I didn't bring the weapon in? Do you think the weapon can't be brought into the oil painting?" Wang Yong whispered.

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Li Yang said: "Ignore this for now. The most important thing now is how dangerous is the old man in the oil painting? Do you need support? If necessary, we will also go into the painting."

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The others looked at the long spear standing on the ground, and then looked at Yang Jian in the painting.

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"Let's take a look at the situation first, and be ready to take action at any time." Wang Yong said.

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Right now, everyone is a group, so naturally we need to unite.

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At this moment.

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The situation in the oil painting changed again. Yang Jian, who entered the oil painting, confronted the old man. The old man who had raised his axe and was about to chop it down was grabbed by a tall shadow behind Yang Jian.

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The axe couldn't cut it down, but the old man was backing away.

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seems to be running away.

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Do not.

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Not right.

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Yang Jian's figure in the oil painting also moved a little uncontrollably, as if he was about to be dragged to an unknown place by this old man.

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"After entering the oil painting, I was at a disadvantage." Zhou Ze observed and said.

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"Go in and have a look."

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Wang Yong said, and then walked forward without saying a word, getting close to the oil painting, and his figure gradually submerged in it.

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Next to Zhong Yan, Brother Long, and Zhou Ze were all stunned.

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Are you all so brave?

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Not afraid at all?

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How could they know that after Wang Yong understood the current situation outside and Yang Jian's identity, he already understood what he should do.

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This is not bravery.

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It is a united front that requires unity and cooperation.

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If you don't actively stand up in the face of danger, then the final result can be imagined.

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Seeing this, Li Yang didn't move. He needed to stay outside to guard against unexpected events.

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Several other messengers joined later and were not so trustworthy. He needed to be on guard, and he also needed to keep an eye on this supernatural weapon that was left outside so that it could not be stolen.

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in oil painting.

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Yang Jian is now in a relatively cramped room. The room is surrounded by walls, one wall is a window, but the other wall is a painting.

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The scene in the painting is actually the scene inside the post office.

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The people in the oil paintings are looking at them, and they are also looking at the people in the oil paintings.

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This seems a little weird.

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However, Yang Jian's attention is not on this now, but is staring at the old man. This old man is not really old, but he feels very strange, and his whole body is cold and terrifying, and there is an unreal feeling, as if at the beginning The ghosts encountered are generally painted.

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It's just that this old man is not as fierce as a ghost painting.

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At this moment.

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The two were fighting. Yang Jian's ghost shadow and ghost hand grabbed the old man and tried to subdue him and suppress him, but it was clear that the suppression was not successful enough, and the old man could still move.

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The old man dragged Yang Jian out of the room and walked towards a black door.

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The strength is so great that it is irresistible.

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But Yang Jian couldn't let go. The old man was still holding an axe. If he was hit, he didn't know what would happen.

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"What kind of existence is in the oil painting? Is it a human being. Or a ghost?" This thought popped into his mind.

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But now the deadlock was broken.

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Wang Yong actually infiltrated from the post office and came to the world in this oil painting.

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"I'll help you." Wang Yong glanced at the situation and rushed up immediately.

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"Take the axe from his hand." Yang Jian said immediately.

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Wang Yong immediately reached out and grabbed the axe, trying to fight for it. The old man with a dark complexion suddenly swayed his arm, broke free from the shackles of the ghost for a short time and actually slashed at him.

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But the next moment.

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A ghostly figure appeared in front of Wang Yong. The ghost stood in front of him, blocking the axe's attack.

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But that Specter had a huge hole in his body, and he couldn't even recover.

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"You still dare to do it?"

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Yang Jian seized this opportunity~www.readwn.com~ The ghost shadow immediately cooperated with the ghost hand to grab the other arm of the old man.

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The suppression of the ghost hand matched the disassembly of the ghost image, and the old man's arm was removed like a building block.

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Seeing this, the old man didn't say a word, he turned around and ran, quickly pushed open the black door and quickly left.

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"Don't chase." Yang Jian urged.

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Wang Yong didn't go after him. He was afraid, because the axe split even the ghost. If he chased it rashly, he might be killed.

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"It would be great if the hand holding the axe could be removed." He then said regretfully.

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Yang Jian said: "This old thing is in the yin, he kept his hand, and he was hooking me. After you appeared, he had to attack you, otherwise this axe was left to me, but I also kept my hand, and I was also on guard. he."

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After speaking, he touched his forehead.

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Ghost eyes can be used.

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Then he added: "The old man's scheming is enough to show that he is not a ghost."

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"But... it's not human either."

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Then he saw the arm in his hand, it was not flesh and blood, it was like wood, but it was also drawn, inactive and lifeless. In short, it felt strange.

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(End of this chapter)

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